Must be a hundred and nine (1-3)

Diluss · Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 11:08 pm

Tails yelped and scrubbed at his eyes as he fell about in the rapidly spreading hydro-murk.

"Wait!" he yelled, "Eggman, wait!"

Tails stood up. He fell down again.

He stood up again, and did something that looked like an admirable attempt at a river-dance before falling down again.

"W--!" he began, pushing up on his hands; they slipped out from beneath him and he face-planted in the muck, receiving a mouthfull of probably the second-vilest thing he had ever tasted - the first vilest thing having been a nauseating sip of the incandescent green soup that Eggman's Chemical Plant city had been processing when he and Sonic had visited it, those years ago.

He blew and spat and stuck his tongue out, trying to get the goop out of his mouth while only succeeding in getting it between his teeth.

"Bleh, pleh!" He spat, floundering in the fluid for a few more seconds before managing to stick an arm up in the air, he waved it back and forth.

"bblwwwWait!"

VJeff · Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 11:11 pm

As he shifted the emerald from one hand to another (holding this thing really was very uncomfortable), Rekk looked from Tails to Toby -- then to the missile headed their way. "Whoa - guys, DUCK!" He shouted, crouching down and flattening himself against the wall of the station and shoving the emerald into his coat - it didn't do much good, and he still got hit pretty liberally by the muck, but to be honest, he'd been expecting fire, or spikes, or something.

"Ugh, this suit is ruined..." Rekk muttered as his free hand dove into his pockets. He suddenly whistled at Toby if he weren't paying attention already. "Hey! Cotton!" He tossed him something - car keys. "There's a black car parked down the street, do me a favor and unlock the trunk. Quickly." There was a brief pause. "And don't get gunk on my upholstery." He then turned to look at Eggman's mech.

"Tails! Cockpit's the weak point, right?!" He asked, apparently ignorant of the fox's awful-tasting plight.

Diluss · Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 11:26 pm

"WAIT!"

Rachel · Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 2:05 am

Tiny turned his stunned glance from the robot to the cat asking for something. It took a moment for it to register for the large lizard. After a moment he scratched his head and reached into his back pocket and offered him a well used deck of cards. "I'm not getting these back, am I?" He added in a defeated tone.

Deputy Target ran back inside the station, gathering his bag and reloading his launcher.

Then the scorpion launched something, Jack's wings opened and she leapt off the ground backing away quickly as the inky substance splashed everywhere and on her side as she curled up in an attempt to shield herself. "Ugggh. That's gross." She said shaking the arm the gunk coated. "Ewh."

After the burst of black painted the sheriff's station Target emerged with a massive pack, larger than his whole strapped onto his back. He stepped into the black stuff, he slid a bit and went to take another another step. But when he lifted his foot he started sliding on just the one leg, flailing madly as he emitted that horrible feedback noise until he lost his balance and fell flat onto his face. Only then the sound was muffled and continued sliding, finally he slowed to a stop behind the massive robot.

VVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmggghhhblubblubblub....blub

Kazz · Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 2:33 am

There may have been a bit of groaning as the shark, like the rest, was coated in grime. Quite thoroughly, really, throwing his arms up having been his sole defense from a face full of it. As such, he was now planted on his tail on the ground. This wouldn't have been quite as bad, if he hadn't chosen that moment just before to come forward to to try to help, and was now slowly, ever so slowly and subtly, sliding across the ground. Inertia was a cruel mistress, especially on such a slick substance.

"You know, I wanted this place less dry, but this is not what I meant," he lamented, trying to remove it from his body but only succeeding in smearing it around more. He muttered something idly about "I just wanted out of the tank". He attempted to stand and walk, fell on his face, spat out the substance (rather dramatically), and sighed.

"Yesterday sucks, today sucks, we're on a suck-roll here," he lamented ever-so-maturely, trying to get up, and finally managing to stand, not daring to move. He was now a very inky-black, gooey shark, and said inky-black, gooey shark was trying to figure out how to help.
...
He knew one thing, and that he was not going to be bait again.

"I reeeeally hope you know what you're doing," he said, regarding both Rekk and Ace but not exactly directed at either.

Greens · Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 3:58 pm

Ace almost instinctively ducked down when he heard an explosion behind him, but quickly recovered when he realized the worst of it came in the form of the world's biggest semi-contained oil slick. He wasted no time plucking the cards from the deputy's hand. "Not if we're lucky," he replied, before swiftly splitting the pack in half, and tucking them away in two parts-- 22 for each hand. A quick "thanks" was offered as well-- he honestly hated to see such a well-loved pack die out like this, but desperate times did call for desperate measures.

In one brutal, fluid motion, the cat ripped his jacket off, (he liked it too much to subject it to the lube bomb), threw it on a nearby table (it was really hot out, anyway), and turned around to face the great outdoors, and thus, the wild machine as well. A breath of air was huffed as he summed up the situation.

"I reeeeally hope you know what you're doing," he heard.

"I don't have the faintest idea," he replied in an unusually mixed tone of calm and concern that didn't entirely imply he was joking.

And with that, he was off. His first few steps were spent running dead-on in the machine's direction, but just before his feet touched the slicker part of the ground, he lunged forward, more horizontal than vertical. The grease was used in the manner that any lube should be used-- to help things slide along. So slide he would, in a typical stealing-the-base fashion, underneath the belly of the beast, lobbing several charged cards at the joints of it's legs before popping out the other side.

psikeout · Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:14 pm

Being on top of the building, nearer to its front, soon proved highly beneficial for Rock. Some of the goop still rained down in splotches from above, but he was spared the wall-like brunt of the head-to-toe-covering, point-blank crap blast that most of the others had gotten.

In fact, despite an initial squinting wince as he anticipated a big glob landing on him, Rock instead felt very much like the proverbial fellow who had waded through a silo of manure and come out smelling like a rose. It was with some relief and satisfaction that he rose from his crouch and took his first step toward—

*Wham.*

"Sh**."

The ground. As pretty as the blue sky was, he grew tired of staring at it in about a quarter of a second, and picked himself up off his back just in time to stumble and slide and flail and scramble gracelessly forward across the gravelly-textured roof, very nearly into faceplant that he only saved himself from by resorting to crouching on all fours with his gloved hands. And all that struggling was just from the sparse spatters. Suffice to say that even just trying to avoid what little had landed on the roof, he'd gotten his jacket and shoes messier and more slippery than he was happy with. Oh, how unusually useless he felt for the moment, as he tried to master the art of standing upright once again... At least Ace seemed to be making the best of the situation.

Ultimately, Rock decided to head away from the robot, find a way to safely drop down in a dry spot, and recollect himself and develop a plan away from the line of fire (coincidentally somewhere a little nearer to where Rekk had parked his car). It was the best he could come up with for the moment.

David · Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:23 pm

Before either of the contestants on "Who Wants to be an Emerald-aire!" could collect the grand prize, Dr. Eggman decided to cut to commercial break. Toby could only watch the screen fade to black as a tidal wave of gunk exploded all over the group. Luckily for him, none of the nasty goop got into his mouth, but he had another problem.

"...uh...Owhoa!!" With a 180 degree spin, Toby stuck his unintentional dismount in the puddle of crude on the ground below... face first. As he tried to push himself out of the muck, the situation only got worse his hand slipping out from underneath him and landing him right back in the nasty goop. Barely managing to roll onto his back as the cat tossed his keys, the projectile hit Toby square in the nose and landed in a ruffle on his shirt, by some miracle preventing them from sliding away. "Ow!! Bu..Buphphh..." With one big breath, the downed boarder did his best to blow away the liquid that was now dripping down his face.

"...I'm on it!" Toby waved his hand at the cat, and did his level best to sit up in his gunky prison. Scanning the scene through his blurred vision, Cotton finally located his chao, already fyling towards the scene of the slime. Toby grabbed up the keys from his shirt, and shouted to his tiny minions. "Can I get a lift, guys?!"

"A chu ba mi, Toba!" Blue eyes wasted no time, wrapping his tail around Toby's left arm just below the glove.

"Toba tu bii..." Pinky followed suit, wrapping his tail tightly around the other arm. Simultaneously the dynamic duo began to lift the kangaroo rat up to standing position, despite a bit wobbling on the way up.

Toby laughed a little bit as his plan actually worked for the moment. "...Thanks! Now help me get to the front!!" Hoping the two chao would help him balance on his walk to the car, Toby found himself sadly mistake as he lifted up one leg, and began skidding through the oil before he ever put it down. That's right, poor Toby was on the back end of a two-chao sled, skiing through the treacherous slick. The boarder stuggled to gain his balance, but in a few second managed to be standing... for now. "...Hey guys, slow it dow... Hey, whoa, WHOA!!"

"Heehee!! Zu tebi zu!!"

"Woo bebi!!" Wide grins spread across the faces of Toby's beloved pranksters. You can lead a chao to danger, but apparently, you can't make him... care all that much.

Admin · Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:29 pm

While everyone was in a tizzy over the mess they'd been immersed in, they had long been facing Eggman pretty directly—The tail was still extended all the way to their position, and, it didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for. Just seconds after Rekk threw his keys to Toby, a pair of with big, metal-clawed grabber hands (screw any realistic portrayal of scorpion biology in this robot) extended from near the cockpit area. One went to clamp down around the well-dressed feline's arm (whichever happened to be holding the emerald at the moment), while the other aimed to grapple for the stone itself.

"I'll be taking that back now, thank you very much—"

The vessel jostled lightly, but didn't move a whole lot. Ace's energetic, explosive cards were riddling its limbs. Unfortunately, it was so durable, and it had so many legs, that its weight was well distributed, and though each one buckled temporarily and slightly from the blasts from behind, they all quickly recovered without much visible success on the attacker's part. There were some loose panels, dents, and general battle damage, but nothing too promising yet. Maybe if Ace kept it up, he could get some damage in, but did he have time?

"Was that supposed to tickle?" Eggman taunted, still grinning. "Just give up before I tear this politician in half! You are a politician, right? The... something of... something?"

Seafarinhare · Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 10:38 pm

Well, that wasn't exactly the response he was hoping for. At the same time, he wasn't exactly new to a sour reception. But this being his first encounter with the good doctor, he needed to tell him who he was. Now he wasn't sure if the guy even got his name! What a waste of a good pose...

Engulfed in dust and dirt, he knew he'd be choking on it, if not for his helmet's high tech Wild Ventilation Array. He said lowly, as if to himself. Still, he couldn't see. That was a problem, because no sooner had the dust cleared, slick black oily substance oozed out onto the street. He was lucky enough to be on the section of the block shielded by the Sheriff headquarters. He stepped back as he made sense of it...only to step in a stray glob that landed behind him.

"Whoa!" Flat on his back in a very unheroic fashion. Grumbling, he quickly climbed back to his feet silently hoping no one saw that; just in time for Eggman to reacquire the sought-after plot device. Not about to take that sitting down, he sprinted toward the scorpion while his attention was elsewhere.

He leapt forward at the side of the dangling cockpit with legs tucked in, then snapping his right leg out in mid flight, foot ablaze with Chaos Energy in the midst of this sneak attack.

...Oh, and speaking of sneak attacks, as he did this, he yelled, "WILD KICK!"

Admin · Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 11:51 pm

While Eggman was successful at grabbing Rekk by the arm (AS APPROVED BY SURGEON GENERAL JEFF), his bid for the emerald was further distracted by a...

Wild Kick?

"Whaa-?!"

*Ch-chunk*

The big, overly-complicated-looking, weapon-laden, bulbous tail-tip cockpit area of the scorpion bounced sideways with the blow, losing a significant looking piece—Maybe a plasma cannon, or something to that effect, but it was hard to tell. Irritated, but not entirely ignorant, Eggman immediately "retreated," or rather, flipped the tail back into its default, safe position high above the scorpion's back, and took Rekk dangling and flailing along with it like a big windsock.

For once, the wily, mouthy old man didn't have anything to say besides a disgruntled, besnooted (yes, that's a word now) "hrmghf." He instead used his moment of relative safety to draw Rekk close with the robotic arm, pop open his own canopy, and reach out to try to grab the emerald from Rekk himself.

VJeff · Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 12:27 am

Rekk grunted as he was jerked into the air by one of the arms off Eggman's robot, courtesy of a surprise kick from...some guy in a crazy mask. As he flailed about, trying to keep his hand tightly around the emerald, his other hand slowly and carefully pulled something out of his suit. When Eggman popped the canopy, the cat couldn't help but grin.

He pulled his mace out of his suit just as the cap slid out to its maximum length and the blue beam shot out from the emitter. The first thing he did was swing the mace at Eggman's big fat exposed face while he was busy reaching for the emerald.

Mie · Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 12:51 am

Thankfully, Jam had been sufficiently cautious (see: chicken) to take cover after her brazen attack's failure, while she, like Rock tried to analyze and figure out a different angle of approach. Unlike her brighter contemporary, however, she did it from beneath the mangled chassis of something that either used to be a mini-van or an SUV, which she'd rolled under once someone else had taken up the "try to distract the scorpion master" torch.

The drawback to this was that although she'd managed to avoid her share of the oil shower, there was no way out of her makeshift foxhole without dragging through it on hands and knees, and for every second of her "Eeeeew, grooooss" deliberation, there seemed to be an awful lot of activity continuing on without relent. So, grimacing and bearing the gunk, she crawled out into the open, promptly losing grip on her palms, and slipping chin-first into the inky pool.

As much as she'd have loved to fuss and complain, though, the situation was apparently growing dire -- "WILD KICK!" ... Predominantly dire. Sort of.

Either way, knowing full-well the time to whine over sticky fur was later, Jam rose unsteadily to her feet, ready to leap on Eggman's unprotected moment of distraction with Rekk, and visually lined up her shot.

The oil-caked simian's hand flung out to her side, fingers preemptively groping at the ball of lightning that would soon be there, and as the first scant sparks flew forth... her hand burst into flames.

"ADSDUASDKLFLOHGODOHGOD"

Frantically beating her arm against the side and back of her shorts (which wasn't a great idea when they were just as oily as the rest of her), Jam tried to run, slipped, promptly fell on her hand via her butt and miraculously extinguished her hot hand in one fell swoop.

Now that was the one to hope no one saw.

Rachel · Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 1:24 am

Target slid his hands through the goop, getting them under himself but as soon as he started to push himself up he slid away, this time towards the edge of the spill. His slick hands scraped at the ground until he could drag his metal carcass off the slick surface. He did all of this of course, while still laying face flat in it.

"Blub... A little help here...?"

Jack's attention shifted back to the scorpion. She suddenly yanked off her inky glove shoving it into a back pocket as the robot grabbed Rekk off the ground. Her now clear hand drew her gun as she glided to the roof, picking a spot mostly clear of gunk that wasn't far from where she'd seen Rock also demonstrating the slickness of the surface..

When Rekk went to hit the doctor she took her opportunity and fired at Eggman himself. She was aiming at his flabby arm trying to pry the emerald free from it's new caretaker. Jack could fire with confidence, knowing that the safety ammo would be enough to hurt/wound, but wouldn't be lethal if her aim was off. This took a great deal of pressure off of her as she pulled the trigger, making it easy to stay calm and carefully aim. BANG.

Kazz · Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 1:37 am

Ah, there was a chance to pretend to be productive. One slightly less prone to ending in danger, and more likely to result in at least getting a bit less mucky.
Sighing as he once again took the dive, Mako (very carefully) threw himself feet-forward towards where Target currently remained face-down. The fish couldn't believe he caught himself liking it better when it was just hot and miserable. Now, it was hot, miserable, and slippery.

"Uh, hi, little robot-dude," he said, veeeeery carefully getting to his feet, now more coated in gunk than ever. "Need a hand? Foot? Tail? Dorsal fin?"

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