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damned_institute2009-05-30 03:58 pm
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Night 41: M51-60 Hallway
Recluse had used his uneventful dinner as time to hammer out and sharpen a new blade for Scourge, and do maintenance on the rest of his own weapons, then changing into his black Arachnos officer's uniform, ready for the night. Then, it had simply been a matter of waiting, impatiently as always, for the doors to unlock.
At least that pompous fool didn't lecture them all that long-windedly tonight. He slipped out into the hallway as soon as his door was unlocked, red eyes glowing dimly in the pitch black corridor.
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At least that pompous fool didn't lecture them all that long-windedly tonight. He slipped out into the hallway as soon as his door was unlocked, red eyes glowing dimly in the pitch black corridor.
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Re: M55
Jason snickered at the meta's response to the prospect of his stupid robot body being taken apart like that. He was an easier mark than Jason had had for a while and he was enjoying riling him up. Leaning back so he was lounging comfortably on the floor he said, "Hope you weren't too attached to that thing then. I'm sure you can find a replacement." Hell, humans did that all the fucking time and they were a lot more complicated than some robot.
Jerking himself out of those thoughts, Jason shook his head, still smirking as the meta seemed to finally notice his swollen, bruised wrist. "It's called being human. I would say you should try it some time but that's pretty pointless now." The idiot deserved the injury and all the pain it caused for causing him so much trouble. He could still move his fingers and it didn't look that bad, so it probably wasn't worse than a fracture or a sprain. The tin man would learn to deal with what it meant to be human or he wouldn't. Jason didn't give a shit either way.
"The asshole they tell us is in charge is called Martin Landel." He could guess where this was going. "And maybe there is someone from wherever the fuck you're from on his payroll which is why you're here. But you ain't gonna see them about. From what I've heard the 'doctor' himself barely makes any appearances and is pretty hard to track down." It was possible Landel could be an entirely new player who'd somehow managed to figure out who Batman was - they all claimed his replacement had managed that all on his own - but the 'other worlds or times' aspect meant he was more than just your average criminal. He'd managed to get a whole bunch of metas here and take away their powers and possibly transplant a bunch of them into different bodies. If the bastard was working alone he was a hell of an overachiever.
All of this was just stuff he'd read on the bulletin board or idle conjecture though. Jason hadn't been putting that much thought into finding a way out of here. Bruce was here. There were assholes who needed to be stopped here. Even Alfred and the replacement were here. He was in no hurry to leave, even with the danger. Gotham was always dangerous and tended to be more creative about it too so this was hardly anything new. And here no one could escape by running off on a goddamn world tour.
Re: M55
No... This was absolute...total...hogwash.
Why couldn't that bastard have just told Sechs that he was still in Ketheres? And that it was actually Trinidad and all those other planetary higher-ups who ordered Sechs and his team mates to be taken away from the tournament? He just had his brain chip transferred over to a weaker cyborg body to prevent him from causing damage. He and his team were just too good for the Z.O.T. tournament that's all! Trinidad just didn't want them to win! As much trouble as that had caused for Sechs, at least it meant he was that good at fighting. All that made more sense!
Or what about his theory that it was Desty Nova who turned on him and the others? At least that was something Sechs was familiar with. Alita wouldn't have tolerated it either; she'd be sure to get everyone out of the situation and back into the Z.O.T.T.
But this crap?!
Sechs could feel his mind sag from all the words that the other man was throwing at him. It made no sense... And what was this "Gotham" crap that he was blathering on about? All this information was threatening to turn Sechs' already established knowledge of the world upside down. He had struggled all his short life to understand it all. Last thing he needed was a whole new set of problems for him to trudge through! It was all too confusing! The whole thought of having to learn about a whole new world made his head ache.
His brain could barely swim through the thick realty that the other youth laid out for him. The Replica's panicked mind refused to accept it. Like clockwork, Sechs clicked to his own desperate conclusion. No... Sechs was still in Ketheres. He was going to be back in his Fizziroy body and he was going to win that damn tournament! He wasn't stuck in an actual human body in some mental institute! And there was no such person named Martin Landel! Nothing had changed! Everything was going to be back to how it should be and he'd be back to having fun destroying his opponents in the tournament!
The other man was just lying to him! That's it... He was just lashing out and giving Sechs all that bullshit because of the fight they just had! He was nothing but a liar, and Sechs hated liars...
Set on his conclusion, the Replica's stunned expression slowly shifted into a darkened rage that literally masked his face.
"I see..." Sechs answered, his voice dangerously low and serious. "By the way... I didn't catch yer name..."
Re: M55
Jason shifted into a tense crouch, keeping a wary eye on the wannabe robot all the while. He didn't trust the moron not to try something and he didn't want to be caught out again. The number of times he kept fucking up here, he was lucky to still be in one piece. He wasn't expecting that luck to hold so he had to stay on his toes or he'd wind up a whole lot more dead than he was ready for.
"That'd be 'cause I didn't give it to you. It's supposed to be polite to introduce yourself first you know." If the meta wanted a name he was going to have to give Jason something first. Not that he cared about this asswipe but having a name to call him by could be useful if not as entertaining as coming up with names for him on his own would be.
Re: M55
Well, Sechs didn't have all night to argue over who was going to introduce themselves first. As soon as he gets his body back, Sechs was going to need a name for this guy so he could hunt him down and teach him a lesson for all the trouble he caused...
"Fine! My name is Sechs! You will call me Sechs!" The Replica answered with much emphasis on his name. With a sneer he then raised his uninjured arm to point at the other man. "And what should I be calling you, asshole?"
Re: M55
Even if he was just asking for the heck of it, Jason wasn't inclined to give out his real name. Not when they were others here who knew him and might try something. He didn't think his replacement was stupid enough to come looking for him after their last encounter but you never knew. And if Alfs knew where his room was he might decide to pay him a visit too and that.... wasn't something Jason was ready to deal with.
"Any other questions or has your little brain had enough for today?" he asked cheerfully. He did want to get something done tonight but he didn't want to turn his back on the meta. "Door's open if you want to leave." Maybe Sechs would take the hint. Wasn't like he had any reason to want to hang around here.
Re: M55
Sechs uttered out a deep growl at the "little brain" comment. Instinctively his hands clenched into angry fists; however his reaction didn't help with his sprained wrist. He flinched from the pain and quickly relaxed his hurt arm. "Don't bother!" he hissed. "Not even a lobotomized Deckman would wanna hear your crap! I don't have time to listen to your lies and bullshit! You're nothing but hogwash! I'm outta here!"
With that the Replica heaved himself off the bed and stomped over to the door. Using his unimpaired hand, Sechs angrily flung it open. Before storming out into the darkened hallway, he shot a toothy snarl at Will.
"When I get my Fizziroy body back, you better run for it cuz I'm gonna hunt you down and beat yer brains into SLUG SLIME!"
Without another word, the enraged Replica exited the room, slamming the door behind him with a mighty crash.
Re: M55
Now though, it was time to get moving. He had business of his own to deal with and it would be pretty pathetic if all he managed to do this night was get in a fight with some brainless metahuman.
Vaulting to his feet, Jason went over to the closet to retrieve one of the pipes stashed there. Pulling out the copies he'd made of the maps he examined them thoughtfully. He needed to make sure he was properly armed for when he went after Batman and he needed somewhere to trap the bastard. There was the Activities Shed and the Gardener's Shed that might have something useful in them or he could investigate upstairs. The second floor seemed to offer more by way of potential supplies, though both times he'd gone up there he'd gotten attacked. And he didn't have anyone to watch his back.
Maybe it would've been better to suggest to Two-Face that they travel together but it was too late to think about that now.
Grabbing his flashlight and taking one more look at the map, Jason stepped out into the hall. He paused long enough to check that Sechs was really gone and not just waiting to jump him before quickly moving along to the next hall.
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