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MID-HIATUS MEME / TDM #?

Downtown Los Angeles has been overrun! A horde of aggressive plant-life has attacked the city, threatening buildings, property, government officials, and the general well being of loyal citizens. The plants have appeared in all shapes and sizes, from more humanoid to less (basically whatever the heck you want. Go crazy.). Heroes around the city have been called in to help deal with the pandemonium.

What you do is up to you, but here are a few suggestions:

Heroes - Fight some plant monsters, evacuate some buildings, save the mayor. The world is your oyster.
Civilians - Do you want to be near the monsters? If no, run. If yes, maybe get those cameras ready, give your favorite caped crusaders a hand (or a hinderance)
Villains - Take advantage of the pandemonium to check some stuff of your evil to do list. Get some plant monsters to do your bidding. Laugh at some heroes.

This is a small meme thread to help get those Capital H gears turning. All characters are welcome, even if they aren't in the game. Consider this an unofficial Test Drive if you'd like. Action or networking logs are fair game, just be sure to make it clear in your starter.

Post here with your character's name and canon in the subject.

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Random schmucks running around like headless chickens, heroes flailing around in an effort to get them out of the way. It could have made for a pretty good opportunity to mess some shit up, but what was the point of pulling something off in broad daylight if nobody would even be watching?

So, instead, he's opted to keep out of the way and watch the pandemonium unfold. The whole thing was pretty hilarious at first, really. Unfortunately, 'at first' is starting to become the operative word. Phrase. Whatever.

Gajeel snarls and rips his arm free from a grasping vine, shifting one hand to a blade with a surge of magic to cut through another. Apparently he wasn't as out of the way as he thought, and now this is starting to be a little bit of a problem. Better start finding a way out of here.

Metabee was in his element. His laser cannons were piercing through plants left and right, not to mention the undeniable joy of taking out the larger ones with missiles. With most of the civilians evacuated from the area, nothing was stopping him from going all out.

He darted past a group of plants before firing back on them, and as he spun around to find more he caught sight of one of the stragglers. Better get them out of here. Metabee jumped onto an abandoned car to get a better shot.

Then he saw the sword arm and the ridiculous hair.

That guy.

That guy was the reason he had to spend two days straight doing calibration tests. Metabee hated calibration tests. No, he was going to watch and he was going to enjoy this.

"Need a hand?" He called out cheekily.

Gajeel jumped slightly, spinning to face Metabee. It only took an instant for the frustration on his face to shift into pure irritation.

That guy.

"Got one right here!" He raised his free hand just long enough to make an obscene gesture before ripping another vine away from his leg. "Thought you'd still be busy pounding out dents by now."

"Wow. Rude, man. Didn't anyone ever teach you any manners?"

Metabee took a moment to shoot one of the vines trying to creep onto the car to bits, pointedly ignoring the ones currently ensnaring Gajeel. He gave an overtheatrical shrug.

"Here I am, just trying to help out a poor, helpless dude, and this is the thanks I get?"

He snorted at that comment. Manners. Waste of time, as far as he was concerned. Dragons didn't need to be polite, and neither did he.

"I ain't helpless, and you ain't helping!" He stomped pointedly on the vine, crushing it under his boot. "You really wanna play hero, you can do it somewhere else - maybe without being a little shit about it."

Hey, it's the bench dickhead.

Good thing for Gajeel Chris isn't the 'sit back and watch people I don't like suffer' type, eh? He considers it, but that's brief as he darts forward and rips apart the nearest vines. Tossing them carelessly over his shoulder with a grin.

"Alright there, mate?"

It takes a couple seconds for Gajeel's look of shock to shift into a proper snarl.

"I was," he snaps, slashing through another couple vines. Gajeel, that is no way to thank someone.

Twilight knew LA had a lot of supervillains and other problems, but she hadn't really planned on fighting plant monsters her first few days in the city. She hadn't even finished unpacking yet, but here she was in full superhero regalia. Twilight may be new to LA, but anyone who kept up with Equestria news or was a dedicated Celestia fan would recognize her as the country's newest princess.

She'd spotted a large group of people in one of the denser areas, trapped by plant things. She quickly teleported over in a blinking flash. Once she'd shaken off the momentary dizziness, Twilight cast a dependable shield spell, hands and eyes glowing with white and magenta energy. Anyone inside the pink bubble was safe from the plants, but Twilight couldn't really move while holding the spell. Those with her were safe, but it seemed like they would be there a while without other assistance.

Rarity floats along after Twilight, nose wrinkled. With a regal flick of her arm she sends several plant monsters soaring into the air alongside her.

"You'd think they'd bother to put out a few flowers if they were going to come all the way downtown!" she says loudly.

She closes her eyes and turns her face away before telekinetically shredding the floating plant monsters, sweeping the plant fragments into a neat pile and settling them on the ground.

"Ugh!" she says, casting around for further plant monsters. "If I get grass stains on this outfit I shall be most upset."

It was, after all, brand new. More of a magical girl dress than a superhero costume, she'd sewn it herself in preparation for their American debut. Of course she'd included sensible shorts--athletic wear must be practical as well as aesthetically appealing.

"I'm pretty sure flowers are the opposite of what we want right now, Rarity," Twilight pointed out, "unless you want more of these things around."

When Rarity cleared out some of monsters, Twilight inched the shield as far into the gap as she could. She was extremely glad Rarity had decided to come with her.

"I just wish we knew where they were coming from."

Ultra Magnus was still a little uncomfortable fighting in the city when not in vehicle mode, but since their cover had been blown, insisting otherwise seemed foolish. They could be much more helpful to the humans, and they had promised to assist CONDOR when possible.

So Magnus had taken up position on the perimeter of the outbreak, keeping plants from making it further into the city and helping anyone trying to escape the chaos. The plants were so far unsuccessful in getting past him, well aimed energon blasts taking them out from afar. But their numbers in this area were growing.

Edited 2015-07-31 01:20 (UTC)

DID SOMEBODY CALL FOR AN UNRULY LIABILITY?

Because Grimlock is here to fill that need. Whatever patch of unruly plant life Magnus is currently aiming at is suddenly engulfed in an intense burst of flame, as the ALPHA force's pet force of utter destruction arrives on the scene.

"ME GRIMLOCK LOVE BURNING STINKY PLANTS!" He lunges forward and seizes one of the more humanoid looking buggers in his massive jaws, and hucks it against a building as hard as he possibly can, following up on that bit of unnecessary violence with an eerie, metallic sounding chuckle.

Edited 2015-08-07 16:46 (UTC)

Magnus stops firing when Grimlock comes barging onto the scene to avoid friendly fire. Not that Grimlock seemed overly concerned with that himself considering how liberal he was with the fire breathing.

"Be careful not to hit the buildings! There may be people inside who haven't been able to evacuate." He shouted, with the sneaking suspicion his reprimand was falling on deaf ears. He hadn't seen Grimlock in person, but by now he'd heard enough chatter about Alpha Force's ...accomplice? Recruit? Pet?

"Where's your supervisor? You should probably be with them."

The dinobot whirls around at Magnus's last statement, drawing up to full height and bellowing: "ME GRIMLOCK NOT HAVE SUPERVISOR. Me Grimlock superivise... uh... GRIMLOCK SELF!"

He bellows a gout of flame into the air and slaps his huge metal tail on the ground to emphasize his point. Which is how you say "bite my shiny metal ass" in dinobot, probably. This guy's all riled up and ready to rumble.

[finally, a test drive monster jon is equipped to handle. the plant monsters tear easily under his sharp claws, and he would have a look of grim satisfaction on his face, if you could see it. maybe he's having too much fun?]

[ Aku was not new to the Underground network, in fact he was very well connected with the LA crime network. It was not out of character for him to use the network for amusement as well as business. The internet was great for boredom. ]

So, my friends and colleagues. Just who exactly is responsible for today's mayhem?

[There's some muffled bumping and then the voice of a news anchor starts coming through the line. It sounded like he was holding the mic in front of his TV. Or magic scrying portal. The mic moved again right as they were exclaiming the fall of one of the local heroes and Aku burst into raucous laughter. ]

Whoever you are, I want to personally acknowledge your efforts. This has been most entertaining. I think we can all agree things have been rather dull lately.

[Unfortunately, someone else can't afford to have recordings of himself discussing supervillain activities floating around the Internet. He'll just have to hope that the sense of snide, detached approval he's going for will come through well enough in text form.]

I can assure you, I had nothing to do with this. That said, though, I will certainly agree that this could be a welcome distraction, if not as elegantly executed as it could be.

[Come on, Veloci, just admit it. You're mad that you've never been able to make mutated plants work the way you want them to.]

[ Aku obligingly switches to text. These cagey villains and their secret identities, it must be such a bother. ]

HA. IT IS TRUE THIS DISPLAY IS RATHER CHAOTIC. BUT THAT IS PRECISELY WHAT MAKES IT SO AMUSING TO WATCH.

I DO NOT SUPPOSE YOU HAVE ATTEMPTED ANYTHING OF THIS MAGNITUDE YOURSELF.

Edited 2015-08-01 16:14 (UTC)

Not recently. Unfortunately, I have been so preoccupied of late that arranging anything like this would be more time-consuming than I could afford. I suppose I should begin looking into resuming a few 'projects', though.

Oh? And what sort of excitement can we expect from you?

I'm afraid that revealing that here could potentially put my identity at risk. I will say, however, that it should be... something of a history lesson for these 'heroes'.

AH HA HA! Wonderful. I am myself intimately familiar with the history of this planet and its inhabitants. I look forward to your demonstration.

Edited 2015-08-21 06:00 (UTC)

A.

This is exactly Grimlock's kind of scene. Lots of mayhem, lots of property damage, and a good excuse to charge around the city knocking things over and setting things on fire. And the best part is, no one can get mad at him for it, because he's helping. That's how this works right? So long as he smashes bad stuff and not good stuff, everything's A-OK.

The dinobot is having a freaking blast, picking up plant guys, eating them, and using them as fuel to roast more plant guys with his flamethrower breath. Feel free to join in the fun! Or scold him, though that's probably a pretty inadvisable course of action.

If you are fighting in the area, do take care not to get stepped on. He's not exactly the most graceful or considerate robot to grace LA with his presence.

B.

Vines are happening, and not the fun, short looping humorous video kind. They're everywhere all of a sudden, and they're sentient. Not that Grimlock would know to use such a word to describe them; he'd rather describe them as, simply, 'stupid', because that's what he thinks they are for grabbing at him and trying to hold him down.

"ME GRIMLOCK NOT BOW TO STUPID PLANTS!"

He's kicking and tearing at them, ripping off huge chunks of plant matter that keeps trying to ensnare itself around his feet and tail, but each time he destroys some, even more take their place. Help a T-Rex out?

A.

Here's a robot who's not helping in any way at all.

High above the chaos, Starscream's taken the opportunity to perch up on a medium-sized building and peer over it's edge, casually enjoying the pandemonium below. Like, really enjoying. He chuckles a little whenever a car goes flying, or some hero gets punched into a wall.

"How truly pathetic that these humans can't fend off a little bit of unruly plant life," he chuckles to no one in particular.

He's not expecting an answer.

B.

And of course, in true Starscream fashion, not much longer after that he finds himself eating those words.

He probably made the idiotic mistake of touching down on the ground for just long enough to investigate something, and now he's paying the price for it. When he'd landed, the ground had been clear. At this present moment? It is overrun with thick, vicious vines that are grabbing at everything they can, including Starscream's dainty little ankles. Squealing in an unsightly fashion, the seeker attempted to take flight, only to have the vines pull back.

"Unhand me, you filthy, disgusting-- GAH!!"

They're flinging him around now. Feel free to help? Or point and laugh. Whatever you prefer.

The Monarch had been watching Starscream for quite some time. He couldn't quite decide if Starscream was a self aware (although obviously dim) robot, or a mech-suit. Either way, Monarch wanted him. He hadn't built his empire back up here yet, and what better way to start than by going big?

Using his wings, the Monarch managed to stay above the vines. Not that... he'd almost been caught by them a few times and had been sent shrieking into the air or anything...

Anyway, he stays out of Starscream's reach and decides to make his presence known.

"MORONIC ROBOT!" he starts. Gotta make it clear he's The Boss here. "The Monarch will consider freeing you from those vines if you pledge your allegiance! To my cause!"

That's a lie. He's gonna take that mech-suit for himself the second he can. He's totally got this in the bag.

Edited 2015-08-09 02:13 (UTC)

Starscream's red optics swivel in the direction of that obnoxiously grating voice; a human...? A garishly dressed one, too, and it seems to have rigged up some sort of flight capable mechanism for itself. How droll.

"What!?" he snarls. "Moronic!? How dare you speak to a Decepticon officer in such a disrespectful-- YEEEAA-- Do you know who you're dealing with!?"

Not even violent flora dead set on giving him whiplash can keep this robot from being offended over having his authority slighted.

Oh, it has an attitude. Good.

"What looks like the contender for the stupidest robot of the year!" he laughs, making sure to gently float even further away from Starscream's reach. "I mean, come on! You have wings bigger than most of the cars here!"

Edited 2015-08-09 20:10 (UTC)

"You must have a death wish to continue speaking to me in such a way!" Starscream shrieks, voice pitching up to an obscene level, which is extra undignified, because at the moment a bunch of vines are holding him upside down and preparing to bash his stupid head against the pavement. "I hope those pathetic orange slabs that you call wings are much faster than they look because when I get out of here I am going to-- OW-- GOING TO EVISCERATE YOU!!!"

"Ahahaha!"

That was a laugh, that was very obviously a laugh at Starscream's expense. Monarch isn't too worried about escaping this guy if it does actually go awry. He's big, the Monarch is small and this place is built for small people.

"Maybe I'll just watch you get your brain splattered all over the sidewalk!"

Powered by sheer spite, Starscream somehow manages to free one arm from the plant's grip, transform it into a GUN, and fire a blast off at the Monarch.

Chew on THAT, dickweed.

Despite wanting to keep his laughing villain exterior, the Monarch shrieks and ducks out the way.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" he rolls onto a nearby roof, getting up abruptly and dusting himself off. "Missed me, dumbass!"

...Though he is a bit of a sitting duck up on the roof.

Starscream snarls up in the Monarch's direction furious to have missed He should really be focusing on getting out of these vines, but he has pettier fish to fry!

Which is why he's totally diverting some of his precious time meant for fighting to keep these vines from ripping him limb from limb, to focus on projecting his holomatter avatar up onto the rooftop there.

Suddenly a guy who looks like a greasy black-haired version of Willem Defoe pops up in front of the Monarch and tries to sock him in the face.

Wow okay what the fuck bro!!! The Monarch gets socked, but, well, he's used to fighting. He could take on a horde of Guild robots, he can take on this joker.

...Is this the pilot? Why the fuck is Willem Defoe piloting a robot?

He recovers from the punch, then fires some darts from his wrist mounted gun. Because obviously this is an actual human and not some hard light magic.

The avatar flinches, bracing for impact, but of course the darts just go right through it without issue. Avatar Starscream blinks, and then smirks, and then starts chuckling darkly.

"Pitiful human... haven't you seen hard-light technology before?" More snickering happens, because Starscream is full of laughter at other people's expense. Among being full of other things. "How terribly sad and primitive.

Okay. This isn't going as planned and the Monarch has no henchmen to order to fight this guy.

That being said, he didn't get to the level of villainy he is at by being a quitter. Maybe if he can get this guy monologuing, he can figure something out. Distract the source to kill the light, as it well. The Monarch holds his hands up in a defensive position, backing up to the edge of the roof, being mindful not to get too close. Just enough to see Starscream himself.

"What, like it's something new? Please."

Ugh.

That is Raiden's chief feeling on the situation. Ugh.

Plants don't really stand much of a chance against his sword and ability to leap incredibly high, but wow they have a lot of goop in them. Like, a lot. Did everyone know about this? He's covered in cellulose for days here and it's disgusting.

Perhaps he shouldn't have made the ill-advised decision to stop in the street to clean his sword, however. A few vines? No big. But they sure do come out en masse when there's a stationary target to grab. It's probably not a problem, though. Probably.

"Heads up!"

Milly seems to swoop in out of nowhere -- well, that's because she sees Raiden on the ground and she makes like a falcon, rushing like a rocket in a dive bomb. Her recently replaced hand transforms into her energon blaster as she swoops down, and she fires a few decently-aimed shots down at the vines threatening to take hold of Raiden, a few of them missing but enough hitting their mark. As she stops just short of touching down, her feet still floating inches above the ground as though on invisible skates, she yanks away two of the thicker tendrils already taking hold of Raiden with her bare hands and a fierce yell.

Look, if you need to punch a plant in the face, Chris is your guy. Fuck plants, you know? Not that he has any strong feelings towards plants, generally Chris would say he's a fan actually, but wow fuck plants. One of them smacked his cigarette out of his hand! Rude.

It's kind of like pulling weeds. Pulling weeds and then punching them. Not that Chris would know because he's never tended a garden in his life, but this is tiring as hell. But he refuses to rest until he's punched every last plant. Every. Last. One.

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