Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open]

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Opening his eyes he was shocked of his own consciousness but chose not to overreact to anything to quickly. He had to take not of certain things before progressing.

Why did his head hurt? He wasn't sure but he felt satisfied because of it.

Moving on.

Why was the room empty? Judging by the pain of his bones and the surroundings that gave away he was a part of surgery he could only assume whatever internal surgery had been done had been completed.

The stitches on his stomach were a big give away. Perhaps he should invest in regeneration magic? Wolverine never had these problems. He also didn't have to worry about being strapped to a table. Y'know, those awesome metal claws things. Well, this would be an easy fix he'll just phase out.

Just. Phase. Out.

Phase.

What the fuck? Why couldn't he phase out. As far as he recalled he couldn't remember using his magic.

Wait. As far as he remembered he couldn't remember anything aside that he had to escort some rich snob whose name he couldn't recall. Whatever.

He knew he still had his passive abilities that didn't require anything but natural energy. As he knocked himself over he used his ability to float to lift himself up a bit from the ground and used his core muscles to hold himself up.

Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea.

Stitches right...

As he inches towards a wall and made it so that he was technically standing upside down to the side of the wall he now used a mix of the wall and the floor as his "downs" in order to get him in a better position to "walk" towards the area. As he was now upright he floated over to the table where everything was still left for the most part...or so he hoped. There was a lot of weird shit here.

Grabbing onto a decently sharp object of some kind he made sure to wear and tear the shackles that were on his wrists so he could pry it off with the awkward utensils. The first one didn't work that well so he went threw a couple things before he found the right thing to pry them all off.

Getting dressed up in the hospital gown that had a little note attached to it with his name he knew he was supposed to wear it but he wondered why and why he was blindly following it.

Well, he had not other option so maybe that was it. And maybe it was because he'd rather die than find out that both Diana and Apollo were dead.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Sat Jan 05, 2013 12:57 am

"I told you," the executive said. Pritchard grinned as he checked his vitals.

"Pulse is normal. He's completely calm. Brain activity is spiking a little bit though."

"He's processing everything. It'll pass." He pressed a little button on the control panel, watching from several hidden cameras exactly what would progress. A sudden ding could be heard in the room, and a door opened. "What will he do, I wonder?"

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The door opened? Neptune was obviously supposed to follow through this maze but there was something that seemed off about this. Kneeling to the ground he looked both left and right. There a room across but the door was open and there was no sign of disturbances. As he proceeded one again to check his surroundings he let out a sigh and then walked back into the room. "It's a maze," He said out loud. "I'm sure you have at least video in the room." He was interrupting himself in order to make sure that his explanation was actually heard and he wasn't just speaking to walls. Considering the door opened there was a chance that they might have audio as well. "Well, on the off chance the cameras in here have audio...cameras...why does that sound familiar?" He paused and then continued, "It's pretty obvious whoever is in charge didn't leave the room through that exit. Or at least not through means a normal person would. I'm really not in the condition for any games right now if this isn't a survival type thing mind cutting short? I'm kind of hungry too." He said lazily. For some reason this reminded him of home; the facility. And when he was at home was when he was most composed.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Sat Jan 05, 2013 1:21 am

The executive chuckled. He pressed another button, and out of the ceiling dropped a plate. It sat on the ground for a second, empty, its presence a weight. Then, suddenly, from the same hole a large pile of shit dropped from the ceiling and splattered on top of the plate. A note drifted lazily down immediately after, the words 'Bon appetit' scrawled out neatly as it landed face up on top of the shit. After a few seconds of silent, a sharp unsheathing of metal could be heard. From the wall opposite the door, the wall had sprouted spikes ad began moving closer to Neptune. Another note fell from the hole. 'Grab the plate and go-- you'll need it later' were visible on it.

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Letting out a sigh he grabbed the plate and exited the door. He had no idea why he had to do this. It was probably just public shaming. Whatever. He didn't have anyone he cared about being here anyway. Stepping out of the door he decided to not strain his body and just float making it so the step outside the door was the last one to touch the ground making sure to no smear or mark the floor for any hints that he may need. Looking around he decided to just test his luck and go left I mean...he had a plate of shit he doubted he couldn't handle what was confronting him with this in his hand.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Sat Jan 05, 2013 1:29 am

Good choice. The right path would have meant you need to roll the shit into balls and fire them at targets. This is far more entertaining. With the press of another button, the hall behind Mook closed. A big sign that said 'Shit Coat' in loud orange letter provided a hint of what was to come. In the upcoming room, feral demonic dogs patrolled shit covered corridors. What would Neptune do? They'd obviously grown immune to the smell of shit, and would definitely detect if something other than shit entered the room.

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COTDAMN DERR BE SOME WYLD ASS DOGS.

OH LOOK A FREAKIN' DOOR.

HE WENT AND INSTEAD OF COVERING HIMSELF IN SHIT HE PEGGED THE FUCK OUT OF THOSE DOGS WITH THE DOOR KNOBS AND FUCKING SMASHED THEIR BRAINS IN.

STUPID ASS DOGS ALL THEY KNOW IS SHIT THEY DON'T KNOW 'BOUT NEPTUNE.

NEPTUNE IS THE SHIT.

MAYBE HE WOULD STILL NEED THE PLATE FULL OF SHIT SO HE MADE SURE TO KEEP IT AND WHILE FLOATING IN THE ROOM FULL OF SHIT HE WOULD TAKE SOME OF THE DOG TEETH BECAUSE THEY WERE PRETTY COOL SOUVENIRS.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Sat Jan 05, 2013 1:53 am

It was the next room that held the most challenge. In the corner of the room sat weapons-- Neptune's weapons. The moment Neptune entered the room, the magnets switched on, and slammed the shit plate into his face. While his vision was blocked by shit, the magnets deactivate and the executive summoned a clone in the room-- that looked just like Neptune. Adorning itself with his weapons he began laughing. "Oh, wow. Are you... shit-faced?"

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Waiting for this to happen ever since he picked up the plate he pivoted instinctively as soon as he felt the plate leave his fingers and it crashed into the wall. There was now shit on a wall in another room. As he finished the turn and faced...himself he responded, "The same design in two rooms? Tacky, don'tcha think?" Looking at him he had replicas of his ensemble...no, wait. That was definitely his stuff. He'd probably need to kill this clone and or robot or whatever in order to get his stuff back. It made sense but he was injured so that sucked.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Sat Jan 05, 2013 2:10 am

"I was going to ask you he same thing." He looked over the man. "Man, they skimped on the clone budget didn't they? You're like, broken."

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"And you speak retarded. They can't even get the voice down right, can they? Lame." He said. Obvious mind games. He didn't really care about it too much. He just wanted to get the test over with. If he assumed correctly then he must've just been captured to the facility again and they must've wanted him either dead or as domesticated as he used to be.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Sat Jan 05, 2013 2:17 am

"Oh, I'm lame? What's with that cut in your gut? You're so fake I can see where they stuffed you. Cheaply made too. What's the tag say? Bet it says 'Made in India'." He grinned happily, spinning the sword. "Can you even fight with that coin slot? If I put a quarter in and cut your throat will you spurt pez?"

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"You can tell you're fake because you're trying too hard to prove otherwise." He shrugged. No iteration of Neptune ever had an ego that large that he to prove himself when he already had his own beliefs set in stone. This most likely wasn't even a legitimate clone but instead an ability of someone else who was copying him. That seemed more likely based on the personality. Two Neptunes wouldn't fight. They would work together.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Sat Jan 05, 2013 2:22 am

"Really? Says the robot man with the personality of a piece of printed paper. You really are a shitty copy." He laughed. "They played you. I mean, do you even know where you are?"

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"Yeah, yeah. Mind games. Can you tell me if you're gonna kill me or not?" He said impatiently.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Sat Jan 05, 2013 2:26 am

"Kill you? Copies can't die. They can only be deleted." He spun the sword and started circling Neptune. "And you're going straight to the recycling bin. I could do to add another of you to the body count."

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"You're an idiot. That's computers." He said facepalming himself just as the man began circling him. He wasn't particularly sure what he was going to do so he started floating. a couple inches off the ground so he wouldn't have to strain himself. He wondered what his explanation for that would be.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Sat Jan 05, 2013 10:00 am

"Its called a metaphor. Are you stupid too?" He notice the man floating but mostly ignored it. "I don't think you understand exactly what kind of shit your in here. To win this battle--" he rushed him, "--you'll need to keep you're feet on the ground!" He made a clumsy slash horizontally at the man obviously not meant to hurt him.

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"Shitty metaphor." She shrugged as he simply moved to the side. Obviously, this man wasn't trying to go for the kill but he wasn't particularly sure how he wanted to handle it. What moves should he make to pursue battle? "Just gimme a sec to think my out of this." wondering what the response to that would be by this impersonator.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Sat Jan 05, 2013 5:35 pm

He turned to the mook, and hearing his response thrust his sword into the gorund ad leaned upon it. His reply a simple, "k."

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Glad that he got the response he ended up going to the door and ripping out this one as well and would attempt to peg the shit out of him while off guard. Maybe that could work twice. He did this again holding another knob on the off chance that it didn't work and he needed a weapon.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Sat Jan 05, 2013 11:17 pm

He deflected the door-knob assault with his shield, bounding pack by using the sort as a type of reverse pole-vault. He then threw the shield beneath him, the smooth-metal surface sliding back several more feet away from Neptune. He hopped off the shield and flipped it up into the air with his foot, catching it. "What else do you got?"

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"Nothing, really. Guess it's your turn." He said hoping to just get into real combat so that he could actually find an opening. It would be much too annoying to try to find openings for someone who wouldn't be caught off guard by an initial action as most people aren't.

Subject: Re: Of Escorts and Assassins. [Open] Sun Jan 06, 2013 12:36 am

"I have something for you!" He reached into his pocket and threw something at Neptune's head. "You still hungry?!"

He threw one of these:

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"Alright, seriously? Is this a joke?" He said looking around as the thing hit him on the side of the head as he turned to look at the cameras that were potentially in the room. This couldn't be serious. Like seriously of all things...THAT actually exited? God or something must've photoshopped the fuck out of that.

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