Simon expertly throws the bottles back into their proper niches and then does a sommersault from the bar onto the floor. "You are correct, sir. I've joined the side of angels." He points to a small Resolute symbol pinned to his outfit. He grins. "I had to. Prison was too unpleasant for me. I'm too pretty."
HQ: The 'Ready Lounge'
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Monkey Wrench slowly sits up from the floor, holding her stomach.
"Oooooook. I don't feel so good."
She reaches a hand up to a strange contraption attached to the back of her neck and adjusts a few buttons. She then shakes her head slowly and staggers to her feet.
"Ergh. That's a little better, but I still feel funny. Did you give me a tranquilizer? Was I doing something wrong? The zookeepers use tranquilizers on the animals sometimes, but usually when they're doing something wrong, or going to the vet. You're not trying to take me to the vet are you? I don't like the vet, he has no concept of monkey physiology."
"Oooooook. I don't feel so good."
She reaches a hand up to a strange contraption attached to the back of her neck and adjusts a few buttons. She then shakes her head slowly and staggers to her feet.
"Ergh. That's a little better, but I still feel funny. Did you give me a tranquilizer? Was I doing something wrong? The zookeepers use tranquilizers on the animals sometimes, but usually when they're doing something wrong, or going to the vet. You're not trying to take me to the vet are you? I don't like the vet, he has no concept of monkey physiology."
Gauntlet casts a quick glance down at the inebriated primate, then back at Juggler.
"Interesting..." he seems like he wanted to say something else... but nothing came out.
Gauntlet leans back against the bar, keeping his massive arms folded across his chest so as not to scrape the bars surface. He sighs.
"Well... this place seems to have mostly cleared out... any idea when we might see some, how-do-you-say, action?"
He looks back at Monkey Wrench.
"You alright little one? How is it you can talk anyway?"
"Interesting..." he seems like he wanted to say something else... but nothing came out.
Gauntlet leans back against the bar, keeping his massive arms folded across his chest so as not to scrape the bars surface. He sighs.
"Well... this place seems to have mostly cleared out... any idea when we might see some, how-do-you-say, action?"
He looks back at Monkey Wrench.
"You alright little one? How is it you can talk anyway?"
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Monkey Wrench looks at Gauntlet strangely.
"What do you mean how can I talk? The same way you do. All monkeys can talk, silly. You just can't normally understand us. Is that what you meant?"
Listening closely, Gauntlet can actually hear that Monkey Wrench is actually making typical monkey sounds. However, they are almost completely covered by a feminine voice with a slight mechanical accent speaking in English.
"What do you mean how can I talk? The same way you do. All monkeys can talk, silly. You just can't normally understand us. Is that what you meant?"
Listening closely, Gauntlet can actually hear that Monkey Wrench is actually making typical monkey sounds. However, they are almost completely covered by a feminine voice with a slight mechanical accent speaking in English.
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A female voice comes in over the speakers.
"Doctor Masako Ishikawa, Codename: Quasar."
The doors open to reveal a young 5-foot tall Asian woman in her late teens or early twenties (it's hard to tell).
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What appear to be about two dozen stainless-steel ball bearings fly through the air around her body, like planets orbiting a star. She's carrying a steaming pizza box on her left arm and has a leather laptop satchel slung over her shoulder.
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Your magnetism awareness flares the moment the door opens. This woman is a walking singularity. She's generating a magnetic field powerful enough to lift a tank...or rip it in half.
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As she steps through the doorway, she scans the room from left to right. When her gaze falls on the motley crew at the bar, she does a double-take, stumbles, nearly drops the pizza box, and balls her right hand into a fist. There is an audible *crackle* as blue lightning begins to arc up and down her arm.
But then, her mind seems to catch up with her body, and she sighs and lowers her arm, leaving the strands of electricity to evaporate. You can smell a tingle in the ionized air as she strides up to the bar, absent-mindedly tossing her satchel to the other side of the room behind her. Rather than crashing to the floor and spilling parts everywhere, the bag gently floats down onto the nearest coffee table. The metal clasps unlock by themselves, and a state-of-the-art titanium laptop slides free. There is a *click* as the screen opens and lights up. The display reveals several programs already running, mouse-pointer and cursors moving frantically to and fro.
Elsewhere, two of the existing video game consoles suddenly power up as their respective television screens flicker to life. Though there is no visible movement on any of the buttons or joysticks, the TV screens show all the indications of someone selecting "New Game," and moving the main characters around, dispensing death and carnage to a wide variety of monsters and generic military personnel with ruthless efficiency.
She drops the half-opened pizza box unceremoniously upon the bar and hops up onto a seat. "Have at. Mom always told me it was impolite to bring pizza unless you're willing to share. It's cheese, the least potentially-offensive of all toppings."
With that, she turns to the man in the jester outfit standing behind the bar. "Sorry. I thought for a second there I'd bag my first super-criminal before Admin. finished processing my background check. 'The Juggler,' right? The grenade-tossing Gentleman Bandit himself. For a snitch, I hear you have a lot of balls."
With that, there are a series of rapid, harsh *clanks* as one of the floating ball-bearings comes to a sudden stop mid-air, and all the other ones in rapid succession smash into it. After the initial impact, they seem to soften and melt into each other, until there is only one amorphous blob of metal, which then drops down onto the bar.
"If you're still serving, I'll have a vodka-&-Red Bull." She turns to the far end of the bar and raises an eyebrow at the Russian cyborg, smirking as she looks him up and down. "Wow. It's like the SUV of cybernetic augmentation. Is that a tank in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?"
As she speaks, the lump of metal, like clay being molded with invisible fingers, shifts and compresses and stretches until it takes the shape of an ornate vase about 20cm tall. A series of rods grow up from the inside, with bulbs at the top about the size of a quarter.
She glances back and forth between the sculpture and the occupant of the seat adjacent to hers. "I didn't realize they allowed pets up here. Or is this someone's 'seeing-eye' monkey?" She closes her eyes for a couple seconds. "Let's see what the Internet says about monkeys...'squirrel-monkey,' ok...tropics? New York must feel like the ****ing Ice Age...hm. Looks like you have the largest brain-to-body-mass ratio of any primate species. Your's is 1:17. Humans are 1:35. Smart little ****ers." At this point, she spies the miniature toolbox. "That explains a lot...Wow...families of 500? You must be pretty lonely up here. Of course, there's something to be said for being able to take a **** in peace, without 10 brothers and sisters picking it up and throwing it back at you..."
As the stems clear the rim of the vase by about 10cm, the bulbs burst open and unfold into flowers, a sphere of small triangular steel leaves that look as sharp as knives (chrysanthemums, for those of you who'd know).
She leans over and sniffs the glass in front of the spider-monkey, then turns back to Juggler. "Giving it booze, I see? Make the next daquiri with coconut. Says here tropical monkeys love that ****."
"Doctor Masako Ishikawa, Codename: Quasar."
The doors open to reveal a young 5-foot tall Asian woman in her late teens or early twenties (it's hard to tell).
[sblock=(Here's a picture)]
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What appear to be about two dozen stainless-steel ball bearings fly through the air around her body, like planets orbiting a star. She's carrying a steaming pizza box on her left arm and has a leather laptop satchel slung over her shoulder.
[sblock=Gauntlet]
Your magnetism awareness flares the moment the door opens. This woman is a walking singularity. She's generating a magnetic field powerful enough to lift a tank...or rip it in half.
[/sblock]
As she steps through the doorway, she scans the room from left to right. When her gaze falls on the motley crew at the bar, she does a double-take, stumbles, nearly drops the pizza box, and balls her right hand into a fist. There is an audible *crackle* as blue lightning begins to arc up and down her arm.
But then, her mind seems to catch up with her body, and she sighs and lowers her arm, leaving the strands of electricity to evaporate. You can smell a tingle in the ionized air as she strides up to the bar, absent-mindedly tossing her satchel to the other side of the room behind her. Rather than crashing to the floor and spilling parts everywhere, the bag gently floats down onto the nearest coffee table. The metal clasps unlock by themselves, and a state-of-the-art titanium laptop slides free. There is a *click* as the screen opens and lights up. The display reveals several programs already running, mouse-pointer and cursors moving frantically to and fro.
Elsewhere, two of the existing video game consoles suddenly power up as their respective television screens flicker to life. Though there is no visible movement on any of the buttons or joysticks, the TV screens show all the indications of someone selecting "New Game," and moving the main characters around, dispensing death and carnage to a wide variety of monsters and generic military personnel with ruthless efficiency.
She drops the half-opened pizza box unceremoniously upon the bar and hops up onto a seat. "Have at. Mom always told me it was impolite to bring pizza unless you're willing to share. It's cheese, the least potentially-offensive of all toppings."
With that, she turns to the man in the jester outfit standing behind the bar. "Sorry. I thought for a second there I'd bag my first super-criminal before Admin. finished processing my background check. 'The Juggler,' right? The grenade-tossing Gentleman Bandit himself. For a snitch, I hear you have a lot of balls."
With that, there are a series of rapid, harsh *clanks* as one of the floating ball-bearings comes to a sudden stop mid-air, and all the other ones in rapid succession smash into it. After the initial impact, they seem to soften and melt into each other, until there is only one amorphous blob of metal, which then drops down onto the bar.
"If you're still serving, I'll have a vodka-&-Red Bull." She turns to the far end of the bar and raises an eyebrow at the Russian cyborg, smirking as she looks him up and down. "Wow. It's like the SUV of cybernetic augmentation. Is that a tank in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?"
As she speaks, the lump of metal, like clay being molded with invisible fingers, shifts and compresses and stretches until it takes the shape of an ornate vase about 20cm tall. A series of rods grow up from the inside, with bulbs at the top about the size of a quarter.
She glances back and forth between the sculpture and the occupant of the seat adjacent to hers. "I didn't realize they allowed pets up here. Or is this someone's 'seeing-eye' monkey?" She closes her eyes for a couple seconds. "Let's see what the Internet says about monkeys...'squirrel-monkey,' ok...tropics? New York must feel like the ****ing Ice Age...hm. Looks like you have the largest brain-to-body-mass ratio of any primate species. Your's is 1:17. Humans are 1:35. Smart little ****ers." At this point, she spies the miniature toolbox. "That explains a lot...Wow...families of 500? You must be pretty lonely up here. Of course, there's something to be said for being able to take a **** in peace, without 10 brothers and sisters picking it up and throwing it back at you..."
As the stems clear the rim of the vase by about 10cm, the bulbs burst open and unfold into flowers, a sphere of small triangular steel leaves that look as sharp as knives (chrysanthemums, for those of you who'd know).
She leans over and sniffs the glass in front of the spider-monkey, then turns back to Juggler. "Giving it booze, I see? Make the next daquiri with coconut. Says here tropical monkeys love that ****."
Monkey Wrench turns carefully to look at the newcomer and shrugs.
"I wouldn't know what the tropics are like. I've never been there. My brothers and sisters and I, seven actually, we're from the Bronx."
Monkey Wrench ooks a few commands into her headset and taps a button. A new browser window flips open on Quasar's laptop, flashing briefly on the main site for the Bronx Zoo followed by what looks like a password protected, employees only section of the site.
"Hrm, no mention of a missing monkey. I guess they must have come up with some kind of cover story. Oh, there it is..... Temporary transfer to New Jersey for attempts at breeding in captivity? Yuck, is that the best they could come up with? Oh, sorry, anyway, there they are."
Monkey Wrench gestures at the screen which now shows an intermittently updating camera view of a family group of Squirrel Monkeys at the Bronx Zoo.
"Awfully nice of them to finally get the zookeeper cameras online. Of course it might also something to do with those journal articles I left lying around about the benefits of the keepers being able to monitor the animals 24 hours a day, even from home."
The monkey pauses and looks around the room again.
"So, did that answer everybody's questions?"
"I wouldn't know what the tropics are like. I've never been there. My brothers and sisters and I, seven actually, we're from the Bronx."
Monkey Wrench ooks a few commands into her headset and taps a button. A new browser window flips open on Quasar's laptop, flashing briefly on the main site for the Bronx Zoo followed by what looks like a password protected, employees only section of the site.
"Hrm, no mention of a missing monkey. I guess they must have come up with some kind of cover story. Oh, there it is..... Temporary transfer to New Jersey for attempts at breeding in captivity? Yuck, is that the best they could come up with? Oh, sorry, anyway, there they are."
Monkey Wrench gestures at the screen which now shows an intermittently updating camera view of a family group of Squirrel Monkeys at the Bronx Zoo.
"Awfully nice of them to finally get the zookeeper cameras online. Of course it might also something to do with those journal articles I left lying around about the benefits of the keepers being able to monitor the animals 24 hours a day, even from home."
The monkey pauses and looks around the room again.
"So, did that answer everybody's questions?"
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Simon smiles, and pulls out a little baton, which he begins to juggle idly. "I've got a great deal of stick as well, and believe me, Ms. Quasar, I'll happily toss both your way, whenever you ask."
He nods, and begins to mix up the drink.
"Maybe a pina colada then? I have to admit, that was what I was my next bet." He hands her a drink. "Your vodka-&-Red Bull, ma'am. And something else." He suddenly produces a red ball, and tosses it nimbly at her It lands on the bar before her, and bounces several times before stopping. The Juggler bows. "My heart." And indeed, the ball is actually a rubber replica heart. Complete with aortas.
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