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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 18, 2009 18:58:28 GMT -5
By the sound of it, Fixer himself didn't even know what he had on his hands. Hellboy bent down and strapped the belt securely to his waist, pressing the button in the center of it where his belt locator had been previously situated on his utility belt.
At once, the object thrummed to life and glowed a deep red. Then, the demon felt a vibration black material began to pool from it, expanding all over his body, taking into account every nook and cranny. It even went so far as to cover his tail, but it stopped the moment it reached his stone hand, leaving it exposed. It wasn't as if it felt pain or anything, so he supposed it would fare all right in space.
Teryllium adorned his shoulders and chest in the form of pauldrons and a breastplate. Red glows glimmered dimly on the accented edges of his suit, finishing the touch off with a glowing Z symbol in the center of his chest. Hellboy cocked a brow at it. If he hadn't known better when his instructions had told him to head off to Trade World to see the Fixer, it was as if Zurg had planned everything from the start.
He wouldn't put it past him.
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Post by eez on Nov 18, 2009 19:01:34 GMT -5
"Whoooooa....And they said this was Shagarakian? Nuh-uh. Those balls of fluff would never create something so...so..." The Fixer paused and rubbed his hands evilly. "So sinister, ehehee."
Never too old for an evil moment.
"Anyway," The Fixer began, regaining his normal posture, "it's a nice suit, so don't ruin it in one day, yah hear? If anything, that suit will outlast you by the looks of it. How does it feel?"
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 18, 2009 19:06:18 GMT -5
"I'd expected it to be tight-fitting, but it's actually pretty comfy," Hellboy admitted, swishing his tail around and flexing the fingers of his left hand. A steel-like gauntlet. That would be very nice to bash faces in with.
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Post by eez on Nov 18, 2009 19:09:41 GMT -5
"And weapons? Here! Shoot this!"
The Fixer pulled a lever near them and a test dummy, in the shape of a certain Space Ranger, came down on a chain.
"This is an illegal and highly-sought after Buzz Lightyear targeting dummy; it's a huge hit in Killerville." The Fixer grinned, awaiting for the agent to just obliterate the thing. "Go on! Have a shot at it!"
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 18, 2009 19:18:56 GMT -5
Hellboy smirked and took careful aim. Imagine his lousy aim kicking in in front of this guy who apparently held anything associated with Zurg in high esteem. Embarrassing much? Oh, yeah, it definitely would be.
He tilted down his wrist and placed his stone hand on his elbow.
At once, a beam of red light burst forth, splitting through the air with a crackle, and finding its target. It tore open the dummy's chest, its stuffing spilling to the floor as steam billowed from the gaping hole left by the wristlaser's wake.
Hellboy whistled. "Now that was something," he said approvingly.
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Post by eez on Nov 18, 2009 19:22:05 GMT -5
"YEAH! Now that's a wrist ray! Try your dual, shoulder-mounted gatling cannons! I know I saw the schematics in there somewhere in all that funky, wonky alien language crud." The Fixer murmured, wondering where he had placed the instruction sheet that had come with the suit in the holding tank.
"Huh...maybe there's a button to activate it."
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 18, 2009 19:30:07 GMT -5
Hellboy began fiddling around with the buttons on his belt. He pressed one on the right, and his helmet whooshed forwards. He drew in a breath and appreciated the cool crisp air. Switching it off, he flicked on another that activated his jetpack--but it wasn't a jetpack. It was a thruster pack with small turbines implanted within the back of the suit, that immediately whirred to life. Oh boy, did that bring back flashbacks. He switched that off quickly, tucking his tail into his body. He'd have to remember to keep his tail out of the way whenever he flew; it had nearly been singed. And then he found the button that activated the gatling cannons.
They unwound from the top of his pauldrons, decompressing, then were ready for use. Hellboy noticed that the button to activate the cannons resembled a knob. Giving it a sharp twist, he saw that he could gauge the power of them to his liking. He decided to go for a middle setting, then pressed.
Red, electric-like static surged forth, and where there had been a mutilated dummy beforehand was now... nothing. Just steam rising up from where had once been an object, all other traces erased from existence.
And Hellboy couldn't help it but chuckle deep in his throat and he tapped the button again and the cannons went back into storage.
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Post by eez on Nov 18, 2009 19:41:28 GMT -5
"Oooooooh, arc-lasers...." The Fixer was in heaven! Such technology was bound to be illegal and dangerous, sure, but the special effects were just gorgeous!
"What a superb piece of equipment! Ahaha! I must ask and find where I can get my mitts on some!" He said, floating around the agent like a gawking child who had just seen a new toy. "I wonder what else that bad boy has."
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 18, 2009 20:39:17 GMT -5
"Well, let's find out."
Hellboy pressed another button, and with a sharp shing! blades protruded from his elbows and the top of his boots, pulsing with a faint red light. "Efficient," he noted, storing them back.
Another button revealed a magnetic grappling hook, suitable for latching onto the hulls of ships of just run-of-the-mill climbing expeditions. Pressing a third, it suddenly felt as if his eyes had been covered with a strange see-through blanket. Looking down at himself, he saw that he could actually see through his hands. Some sort of invisibility cloak! Now that would come in real handy.
Finally, he had reached the last two buttons, situated to the left. Pressing one, he felt a sudden vibration run up his left arm, and his left gauntlet morphed into some sort of gun. Looking at it curiously, Hellboy twisted the knob, and a gout of flame burst forth. He started in surprise, then chuckled, wishing that Liz would have been able to see this.
After it had morphed back to normal, he tried out the last button. His arm tingled again, and the gauntlet shifted, revealing another gun-shaped surprise. But when he tried to shoot with it, a crackling ball of yellow energy burst forth, and, finding no proper target, merely dissipated into the air. "What the heck was that?!"
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Post by eez on Nov 18, 2009 22:09:12 GMT -5
"Ooooh, concealed vibro-blades....very nice. Oh! And a magnetic grappling hook--and a stealth pack!?" The Fixer squealed in delight, rushing his hands to his head and cackling madly in glee.
But that was nothing when he saw that the agent had a flamethrower.
"A flamethrower? Hey! That can really come in handy, you know!" He smiled as he watched the agent toy around some more and bring out an entirely new gun. There was a great big crack and the Fixer yelped as he saw a pulsing wave of yellow burst out of the gun like one great big rippling bloom.
"That's....that's...."
"A neural disruptor." A voice suddenly said seemingly out of nowhere.
The Fixer didn't have to think twice as to whose voice that belonged to and the humanoid fell of his hovering chair with a start; scrambling to the nearest box of parts he could and upturning the cardboard over himself for cover as fast as he could.
"Oh relax you bit nincompoop!" The voice spoke once again, not coming from anywhere at all. "I'm not really here! I'm in the suit! Well....not "in" in the suit, it's reall--NEVER MIND!" The voice crackled angrily, causing a burst of static.
The yellow Z in the middle of the suit flickered and turned into a single yellow dot against a sea of red; which the Fixer instantly recognized as a certain someone's eye.
The eye moved around here and there and then soon looked up to see none other than its number one henchmen.
" Agent Red~! How do you like your new suit? I had it tailored and fitted this morning while we had a cute little breakfast. I take it the suit pleases you~? I had every consideration in mind during its production, mind you. The neural disruptor was my favourite addition."
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 19, 2009 9:05:14 GMT -5
When a voice was emanating from none other than the very suit you were wearing, it was bound to feel a little disconcerting. Even more so when you were being stared at by it, too. But Hellboy had seen stranger things in his lifetime--nothing ever seemed to be able to top what had happened that night on Corfu--and took it in with stride. After all, anything seemed to be possible in this time and age with technology.
"I love it," he grinned. "And I think I know how I'm going to crash the wedding now," he added with a smirk, testing out the flamethrower again. "Do I get a matching spacecraft with the cool suit?" he asked hopefully.
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Post by eez on Nov 19, 2009 15:19:58 GMT -5
"But of course, my dear Red~! Only the best for an agent of Evil! A ship is being triangulated to your location as we speak."
And to prove the distant Evil Emperor's point, the suit automatically took control of Red's left hand and brought up the gauntlet's menu screen to reveal a fancy, alien radar screen complete with scrolling foreign characters. Where Red was showed a blinking yellow blip upon a background of deep red; schematics showing lighter red lines for buildings and streets. Once again, the suit took control and commanded Red's legs to about face and walk out of the back door.
"Don't mind the automated controls. I had them installed as a last resort; seeing how my PREVIOUS agent betrayed me without a notice's whim." The Evil Emperor's voice grew petulant, almost off to the side at that last comment.
"But rest assured~!" He started again within the built-in comms. "I don't think I will be needing them on you, no? Ahahahahaha."
The suit stopped shortly as it reached the closed back door, leaving the Fixer to watch with wide, awed eyes from his cardboard cover.
"After all, we must begin to TRUST one another if we are to work in harmony~!"
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 19, 2009 16:54:12 GMT -5
When Hellboy had finally regained control over his body again, he nearly lost his balance; the transition had been so sudden. A chill crept down his spine and he gritted his teeth, clenching and unclenching his fists. He could understand why Zurg would like to have a backup plan just in case of betrayal, but the demon did not like being controlled. It brought back too many memories of those who had tried to manipulate him in the past.
But he decided to swallow his pride and quell his rising temper, though the latter was a difficult feat. He did not want to jeopardize this job before it had barely begun. But he was beginning to realize that he had bit on more than he could chew. Zurg was a very dangerous man, and the thought of him being able to see anything he could, to control his limbs at any given opportunity, was very unsettling.
Everything came with a price. Some more so than others.
Hellboy just hoped that he would not be forced to cross his personal lines against his will.
"Trust is the basis of any good relationship, be it personal or public," he quoted, recalling something Professor Bruttenholm had once said. "Don't worry, Zurg. If my plan works, we'll be eating cake tonight."
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Post by eez on Nov 19, 2009 17:00:24 GMT -5
"Excellent. I'll hold you to that promise of cake, my dear agent. Zurg, out."
The scrolling eye faded away and the starch yellow Z blinked once again onto the red insignia.
"Wow....Boy do you have your basket full on this one..." The Fixer muttered, getting up to dust himself once he realized that the Evil Emperor had left their presence. He fixed his head garb and went over to the agent with his stubby legs. "Still, I guess everything has a price, right? I of all people should know one when I see it. Anyway...."
The Fixer hefted up his belt and opened the door for the agent.
"Be sure to put in a good word for me when you see your employer! Carrying his goods can get a lot of time on your head in prison!"
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 19, 2009 17:14:40 GMT -5
"And some prices are heavier than others," he mused, mulling over the Fixer's words.
Hellboy placed his right hand against the door-frame for a moment. He wondered fleetingly why the suit had not covered it; perhaps it could recognize organic tissue but simply could not identify what sort of matter his hand was made out of.
"If he asks, I will, don't worry. I couldn't ask for better service. Till we meet again then."
With a quick wave, he exited, his steel-encased hooves clicking softly on the floor and his tail curling behind him, wondering why, of all things, his first mission was to crash a wedding.
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