Of freedom and of pleasure (Ch. 4: Day 4, pt. II) [Finale?]

Mie · Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 11:50 am

"Friggin'... macho... showboats," panted the pancaked primate. Flat against the floor and distinctly un-electric, Jam breathed a no longer quite so heavy sigh of relief as the sensation of five Eggmans (Eggmen?) sitting on her was abruptly alleviated.

But she lacked the time to bemoan her inability to stay upright where so many others had at least put in a fighting effort, and she was on her feet again as though suddenly lighter than air. Her shield flared back into existence with a mildly concussive pop (coincidentally, just as she passed the be-trenchcoated kid on the floor), as she strode quickly and purposefully toward the final resting place of the curiously shaped -- and purposed -- canister, and plucked it roughly off the ground.

"So, what's this do, huh?," she asked of the room at large.

Sheff · Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:29 pm

The unmoving mass of stone that was Geoff had knelt there, not visibly fighting the intense gravity as he remained frozen, trapped in his own rock. He was already stable like this as it were, and he wished not to learn the consequences of releasing the stone that kept his body in its anchored state.

Yet, through the whole ordeal, he was given no other task but to stare at Seven. He really didn't have much choice, really. The kid had managed to fall right in front of him, mere feet away from where he'd originally taken off towards higher ground. Right there. Only a few steps away. And there wasn't a blasted thing he could do, not with the gravity as it were.

But then there was Rock, a figure Geoff managed to spot out of the dim, crystal covered corner of his eye. The hedgehog could only guess the monkey was getting around to solving the G problem as he watched him struggle to get to the computer. Really, it felt like it'd gone long enough. There had to be something malfunctioning.

So he prepared himself, eyes flicking between Seven and Rock, waiting for the moment. His body tensed, and he could feel a layer of perspiration beneath his armor. The gravity was taking its toll, and although some of the rock was being supported by its own self, that didn't mean he wasn't suffering under it. He was only forced to grit his teeth and try to beat it out until the opportunity he wanted came... if it did come.

The gravity returned to normal.

CHHK

The rock holding his joints in their paralyzed positions suddenly snapped. Using the strength he scrounged up after the high G affair, Geoff dove forward, straight at the kid. He fully intended to pin Seven down, using the combined weight of his own body and rock to keep the brat there, hands already poised to grab at any limbs or fabric available.

MuffinUnsane · Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 8:08 pm

Fallen flat on her beak from the increased gravity, Ember was glad when the gravity was finally returned to normal. Letting Desmond on his own, she popped up, rubbing at the sore beak. Along the side a small crack had appeared and she felt it under her gloved fingers. Spitting out a curse, she surveyed the room. It was wise not to get between Geoff and the kid.

Watching Jam approach the canister, she started towards the same spot. It wasn't as if the situation could be any more worse.

"Jeez whiz, hell if I ever know. Try blowing it up. That always fixes things", she spoke with more than a little annoyance. "Let's just set this whole thing ablaze and we don't have to worry about it anymore. That's better than letting the kid run things.

It was a stupid thing to say, but the bird was finally at her end. She was starting to miss window washing for a living. As she approached closer to Jam, mindful of the static, she eyed the uniform.

"Nice shorts by the way."

Glancing back down to the canister, she muttered, "Maybe try hitting Seven with it. His hard head could break anything."

OOC: At school, sorry for any problems.

Nuzlocke Griff · Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 8:33 pm

The day seemed to be full of surprises. Random explosives temporarily stunned its victims, Apparent teammates were firing at each other, and gravity wanted to take a road trip as it skyrocketed suddenly then stopped for a restroom break. And also, his temporary crutch seemed to have ditched him...

"Oh, goodie" the ferret called sarcastically as he slowly pushed himself back to his feet. He staggered a little as his injured leg was still pretty useless, something he slightly forgot about after the short stun session. He picked up his dropped gun as he recovered, noting the transition his "buddies" went through after the stun grenade. His ribs were also hurting immensely as the extra gravity pushed him closer to the ground, a little too close for comfort.

Staring down Seven he noticed Geoff, Ace and others ready to simply tear the kid to shreds. Maybe he would join in. That thought subsided as he looked towards Ember's direction and noticed the device on the ground. Stricken with curiosity he began his trudge towards the possibly smaller group.

NPC · Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 11:26 pm

It turned out Seven was actually already unconscious. The fall with the increased gravity must have been more than he could take, because he just laid there.

Greens · Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 11:36 pm

By the look of his eyes, the alleycat was using some kind of building rage to keep his face off the ground. When gravity suddenly snapped back to life, he actually sprung up backward, landing back on his rump, and catching himself with spare hand. By the time he'd stood himself up, wiped himself off, and began marching once again only to find Seven... unconscious...

He actually sighed through his nose, and visibly slumped. Disappointed. His eyes suddenly took a turn for the tired.

"Don't... break it," he spoke to the monkey girl behind him, still focused on Seven's lifeless form, as if contemplating his fate. "Not until you know what it is. For all we know that could be just what he wants."

Kazz · Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 11:44 pm

"I'd be surprised, honestly," Mako intoned, not having bothered to get himself off the floor (he was certain if he got up, something else was going to pin him back down), "if it isn't some sort of his plan." He was giving a mighty side-eye to the entire concept, especially at Seven limp on the floor, and then looked at the canister-wielding monkey.

"Uhm," he said, at least pushing himself to sit up, propping himself upright with his arms. "... so it's pretty clear I'm clueless. What a surprise. My wager'd be on, I don't know, deadly freakin' gas. Or something."

The shark paused, and then added another question:
"And, uh, does anyone have any clue where we're going?"

It was at this moment that Big walked in the door.
It was an honest mystery that he hadn't just catapulted through the floor in the increased weight.

"Uhhhh," he said, slowly. "... what's going on?"

Sheff · Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 11:57 pm

Geoff, in his mad scramble to make a grab at Seven, had gotten as far as to grip the front of the kid's trenchcoat — after a hearty body slam, of course — only to stop and stare. Slowly, after a moment of consideration, his armor started to simply crumble off bit by bit. His grip loosened, but not enough to let Seven drop.

The whole while, the hedgehog stared at the kid as if expecting another unneeded surprise, like Seven literally disappearing from before him. It wouldn't have shocked him, really. But no, the purple-haired antagonist remained completely still, being the quietest Geoff had ever seen him.

His chest rose and fell in deep breaths a couple of times before he finally directed his attention to the conversation occurring. He still refused to let go of the kid, sitting there on one knee.

"Maybe we should just get it away from us," he suggested, a weary tone in his voice. With the adrenaline of the fight and flight (literally) wearing off, he was starting to feel slightly drained. "Because everything he touches—" He shook Seven's unconscious form a single time for emphasis. "Tends to explode."

psikeout · Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 12:06 am

Meanwhile, across the room, Rock... dragged Eggman away by the feet? For whatever reason, he had picked up Dr. Eggman's heels and was dragging him away from the throne area. When he got the doctor to the edge of the central platform, he released him, stepped carefully around to his other side, and nuuudged him over the threshold with a quiet grunt.

*Tump* went the well-cushioned doctor after a small four-foot drop.

The white primate then quietly jogged back to the command chair, and, with a great measure of effort, heaved it upright again. Jagged metal pieces (not to mention a few wires) still jutted every which way out its bottom, and it didn't quite sit as straight as it once did, but, there it was.

NPC · Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 12:09 am

"Attention," chimed the computer. "Now entering final approach for 'Egg Destroyer' command bay. Prepare to dock."

BZZZZZZT.

Following the buzzer, yellow emergency lights started spinning, a klaxon sounded, and the cluttered ceiling started to split down the middle. Gears clanked and ratcheted as huge, electric motors pulled metal panels aside, dragging all the dangling ceiling clutter with it, and revealing a gigantic, windowed dome with hexagon-shaped metal framework holding thick glass in place. Vivid, golden light from the sun, set against the black, glittery starscape of space illuminated the room, at long last rendering it bright enough to see clearly, albeit with many stark shadows all about, especially from the honeycomb frames of the glass.

Should they look straight above their heads, they would see they were approaching the underside of an enormous spacecraft, grey, red, and yellow, long, huge, jagged, finned, and visibly armed to the teeth. The Eggman logo was displayed proudly on its belly. The stenciled-looking mark had to have been the size of the UF capitol building all on its own.

Mie · Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 12:32 am

Jam couldn't help another heaping helping of eye-rolling, before sweeping an entirely unimpressed, half-lidded glare around the room, centralizing mostly on Ace and Geoff.

"No, really?! I thought it was some kinda high tech piggy bank." A succinct glower punctuated her sarcasm.

"FYI, it ain't exactly my policy t' friggin' break s**t I don't understand. No offense," added the monkey in a genuinely apologetic aside to Ember. "That's one. And two--"

BZZZZZZT.

Two, all hell is breaking loose. Maybe not her original conclusion, but highly relevant. In fact, between the room transforming, the lights, the sirens, and who knew what else the mobile command center spewed like some sort of demented sensory pinata, the pertinent and impertinent were suddenly thrown into stark contrast, and any further chastising Jam had had in reserve drifted right out of her head, much as they drifted toward the massive space station.

"Well, piss."

Sheff · Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 12:54 am

Now Geoff suddenly remembered why he mostly considered either of the monkeys' presence as unwanted; it was like putting vinegar and baking soda together. It always erupted in whatever direction it could go.

Angry retorts were left silent on the tip of his tongue, however, as he found his attention directed to the grand view above opening up for them. When they were greeted by the cold black of space, he was overwhelmed by a sudden wave of disbelief. This hastily faded as he remembered the launch sequence, his own assumptions having been made true already. He hadn't expected himself to leave the Earth's atmosphere again so soon.

"Great."

The hedgehog stood, clenching Seven in his hands as he glared annoyingly up at the dome.

"Well," he began, his voice filled with irritation. "Given the situation, let's just find a friggin' airlock and toss that-" He nodded to the object held in his Jam's hand. "-and him-" Another shake of Seven. "-out. Voila, both problems solved! Who would have thought it'd be so easy?"

It was questionable if he was actually serious.

Mie · Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 7:37 am

Had Geoff or anyone else been expecting any of the obligatory "But you can't!"s or "All life is precious" super heroisms from Jam, their appetite for clichés would go completely unsatiated.

In fact, the only beef she seemed to have with the hedgehog's plan (aside from the fact that it was, y'know, his) was almost comically shallow.

"Hey," bristled the simian with an emphatic shower of sparks. "You do what you want with your trophy, and I'll do what I please with mine."

With a pointed leer at the pushy prickly one, she tucked her Mysterious Thing under her arm pigskin style, and tugged superficially at her collar in blatantly trenchant illustration before turning on her heel, and marching off to join the other unwanted monkey on the bridge, but not before muttering at a volume that defeated the purpose of a mutter,

"By the way, y'all're welcome for us savin' your asses."

Nuzlocke Griff · Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 3:43 pm

Standing in his own bubble of isolation, Desmond looked to and fro as comrades bickered at one another for reasons he plainly wasn't sure of. Quite tempted to intervene in this seemingly childish melodrama, instead he kept his mouth closed as his opinion probably didn't matter (Seeing as he had no idea who either of the simians were he really shouldn't try to put his two cents in anyways).

Watching carefully as the conversation continued, his concentration on the argument subsided as the ceiling began to unravel the sky. Beautiful dots sparkled across the ceiling as stars seemed to wink at him. If only the timing was better he would have continued to look at the vastness of space, something he had never seen before in his life. Instead he looked over at Ember and asked an obvious question only he could possibly find reasonable, "Are we... in space?"

Breaking his awestruck gaze at the wonder, he went back to observing the condition of the mysterious canister and the now unconscious adversary. Geoff gave a good solution in his mind what to do, getting rid of this kid would probably be the best course of action as interrogating him would probably be useless. Simply enough though, he just was one slippery bastard, and him getting away would be a big problem.

Still watching the female primate with the canister, he saw her hold it tightly, an unfriendly maneuver which now made the ferret very suspicious. As she walked back to her companion he called over to her, maybe sarcastically or maybe as a friendly gesture. "Hey, thanks for saving our asses back there".

Greens · Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 6:38 pm

"Well excuse me if I seem a little leery," spat the serval with venom in his voice. And just like that, he wasn't focused on Seven. That tired look in his eyes seemed to vanish once more with a new conduit for his ire. The source, really. "Or am I the only one who remembers the uniform you're wearing?"

"Where are you two even gonna go?" he asked, almost incredulous. "'Since you're so eager to keep your distance from us. We're both headed to the same ship. You gonna hide out in the airducts?"

Of freedom and of pleasure (Ch. 4: Day 4, pt. II) [Finale?]

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