The raygun had released a much faster but slightly weaker version of the beam that Viktor's mechanical arm could fire, though it was far shorter-lived than Viktor's Death Ray. The energy beam flew at the Herald's chest, though it merely dispersed against a briefly seen violet energy bubble that now surrounded him. The device in his left hand was now active, the rings spinning rapidly around the sphere as the entire thing levitated just an inch or so above the techmaturgically augmented Zaunite's palm.
"You see, Chemist, the weapon that the girl wields is able to fire a very swift but weaker variation of my Death Ray. The device I have just activated projects a an energy shield around the holder which last for several seconds; the device itself generates a degree of outward pressure. It is, to some degree, a combination of the effects that my Power Transfer projectile and Gravity Field apply, though the latter's is reversed. The pressure will not affect the individual who activates the device, however, but it will affect a diameter of three feet - just enough to protect the user from attacks from all angles."
Post by The Mad Chemist on Feb 9, 2013 0:05:38 GMT -5
“As expected from you herald your devises are ingenious and have more practical use tan those showed on the fields.” Singed was leaning against a wall enjoying the short lived expectable that destiny had blessed him with, but he wasn’t only enjoying the show ha was observing and analyzing both the girl and Viktor’s designs true to be told those designs were just what he expected from the herald. But a part of Singed had hoped that the herald would surpass his expectation on any way those were functional and useful, if they could be mass produced it would produce a good amount of winnings for the company. “Girl if you don’t show what you really have you won’t be able to win the bet and you just don’t want deal with MY methods.”
Post by Taminah Visari on Feb 9, 2013 2:29:06 GMT -5
Taminah looked at Singed and Viktor. What an idiot she was, like they would let her hurt them enough to get away. “I... I just want to go home! Leave me alone!” she said rather weakly, before shutting her ears and rolling the Deaf grenade- or more commonly known as a sonic emitter- at Viktor’s feet. Energy shields were notorious for being bypassed by low speed projectiles, and hoped it would work.
While not a lethal weapon, its main purpose was to simultaneously incapacitate anyone near it, while shattering light bulbs. Any lights that remained, Taminah shot at with the death ray. If there was one ally she needed, it was darkness. She may not have been born of it, but she did adopt it- and made it her own...
The grenade had gone off and the room quickly fell into darkness due to the girl's cunning. But she clearly underestimated who she was facing, as Viktor hadn't been affected by the loud sound that erupted due to his mask covering his face in addition to the sides of his head - including his ears. Not only that, but his mechanical arm lit up its palm like a lantern, providing a fair amount of lighting for them.
"Was that all, girl? That was your magnificent plan for escape? If so, then you truly are not deserving of even leaving here. Also, you assumed that my device simply generated an energy field. But that is not the case. Not only does it give off a stable barricade comprised of whatever energy its power source can transmit, but it also exerts a strong outward pressure that forces out anything the owner doesn't want to reach them. Your little grenade couldn't clear this area of force, unfortunately for you."
He then raised his staff up, the end of it crackling as it came up, and pointed the tip at Taminah. A bright and very swift bolt of energy was launched at her, fast enough that she would be lucky if she could even defend against it through whatever means she had at her disposal.
Post by Taminah Visari on Feb 9, 2013 5:51:55 GMT -5
While Viktor’s lantern-strength light illuminated the area, the dark was more than enough for Taminah. She couldn’t evade a blast of energy, and she cried in pain upon getting hit. She was injured, and was now, on instinct, going to react with force. The attack jolted her artificial adrenal glands, making her unfurl her wings at last, perhaps out of Viktor’s sight range, perhaps not- and sending her flying into the dark. Unless Viktor’s light could illuminate the supposedly large room on its own, the Dark Wing used her natural coloration and swiftness to lift herself up to the ceiling, clinging there quietly.
Taminah had no stomach for direct confrontation. She always ran first, and whenever cornered, resorted to pleading... now it was past that point, now it was time for misdirection. Her naturally dark attire and wings hid her from plain sight, and once she manoeuvred to a more favourable position above Viktor, released a pair of pressurized smoke grenades- a feint to draw his attention, and to take away his sight.
Direct attacks were going to be useless, Taminah thought, and with a half-hearted reluctance, finally brought her Blood Talons to bear. She used her keen claws to cut away at the pipes and ducts above the ceiling board, sending heavy debris down on him.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Feb 9, 2013 19:10:06 GMT -5
Singed was initially affected by the stun grenade but his augmented physic make a fast recovery. “So the girl had some cards under her sleeve? Good” he thought as he took a pair of night vision glassed in order to observe the fight without missing a moment of it as he did this he testified the wondrous transformation of the girl. Well, well she resulted to be more of a price that thought. Now even then what should I do with her? Studying her and imitating the process would be something that his own pride wouldn’t allow him to do. For now let’s just see how this plays out. 30 seconds left.
"Chemist, I grow weary of this game of yours. I have clearly demonstrated the potential of these weapons I have crafted for you, so if you require nothing else I would like to take my leave."
Viktor's words were spoken with clear intent, as he made it known that he didn't want to stay any longer than he was required to. If anything, he just wanted to return to his own laboratory to continue work on other things that needed his immediate attention, rather than remain here to deal with a petty criminal he held no interest in.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Feb 12, 2013 18:30:46 GMT -5
“Sigh Viktor this is why you can’t make any friends” Truth to be told the time had passed and even if the girl could land an attack on the herald now it wouldn’t mean anything. Singed took a mall gun of his pocket and shoot the girl with some tranquilizing darts. “Don’t worry “Black wings” this is only precautions I will have you interrogated and latter well se how can you pay for the damage you have caused to the installation” Singed then faced the herald. “Please wait for me at my office while I deal with this you should understand that for a scientist and a company keeping his secrets is of vital importance and I wouldn’t like to leave any information that wasn’t meant to be public to get out of these walls.” “The door has actually been open for some time, I lied to the girl. My secretary is waiting on the other side, if you have any hurry she could make the transference on my name to your personal account or give you access to a special account.” After that he walked towards the girl he had a strange smile on his face like that of a cruel child that was about to tear a butterfly wings. “Now let’s begging another game shall we? Or would you rather try to negotiate your punishment with me? Or if you want to bite your tongue to kill yourself and save you some pain you are welcome to try it,” “In any way at the end of the day your destiny for now is on the very hands of a man repudiated and feared by all of Valoran.” After saying those words Singed took out the night vision glasses and the emergency lights turned up.
Post by Taminah Visari on Feb 12, 2013 22:43:46 GMT -5
Taminah was already suffering withdrawals, and the introduction of powerful sedatives simply unbalanced her, though also serving to quell the addiction. She dropped down to the ground like a... bat... Her vision and hearing may have been clear, but her mind was not. Unable to find help at the clinics, she has instead had to indulge her addiction than to treat it.
Sh looked up at Singed, her expression showing she was unable to comprehend what he said.
"I... just wanna go home... I wanna see my sister..." She whispered hoarsely, before her hands went to her bag in a feeble attempt to find a stimulant to get her awake.
Now, under the proper lightning conditions, Singed would see Taminah in detail. Her wings were bio-augmentations for sure, small injections sockets for adrenal dispensors worked into her shoulders. On the side of her right arm was a most peculiar marking- the Noxian Death's Head- marking her as no mere thief of some local gang, but apparently a trained killer who had completed the grueling elite training of Noxian spies and assassins.
Her lack of discipline or ruthlessness would make such a tattoo suspect, though- a Noxian agent would not have the mannerisms Taminah had, nor would they dare steal from their allies in the first place. Further investigation would be needed to truly know the girl's story.
Again, she struggled feebly to reach her bag of loot.
Last Edit: Feb 12, 2013 22:44:32 GMT -5 by Taminah Visari
Post by The Mad Chemist on Feb 13, 2013 18:30:31 GMT -5
Singed Heard the girls words and actions although the details of her augmentations didn’t passed unperceived by the chemist her actions and the crest of her shoulder said way more about the girl story that those things, at least for now. Singed kicked the bag outside of her reach and spilled the contends out then he saw what the girl had risked her life to obtain… adrenaline boosters, muscle enhancers and aggression pills. While those were military secret drugs some of them were sell on the black market or even by having strong ties with the noxian military she could be able to obtain it. But her actions and words reeked of desperation and a clouded mind. A junkie maybe anyways he would need to investigate every detail about this. “Sigh black wings you resulted to be more of a pain in the head that I thought” After saying those words he carried still struggling to be awake but defenseless girl on his arms with what almost be confused with care. “Viktor my secretary has already all the paper work ready for you to have access to the founds, also I would like to keep the blueprints of your designs here.”“This seems to be a more delicate matter that I thought it would be.”
Viktor said no more as he nodded to Singed and proceeded out the door, meeting the aforementioned secretary outside, who took him to complete the appropriate paperwork. To be honest, Viktor wasn't too entirely focused on these last ends. His mind was on something else entirely, but he wouldn't bring it up at a time like this. Not when the Mad Chemist had procured a new toy to play with, so to speak. With everything taken care of, the Herald took his leave and made his return to his laboratory.
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