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Post by 42zombies on Feb 15, 2010 20:17:52 GMT -5
There was a loud humming in the air, shaking the leaves in the bonsai trees. Slowly fading into view, a small, blue box sent several leaves scattering away as it materialized.
The door to the box opened and the Doctor slowly peeked his head out. It seemed like the TARDIS had gotten them where they needed to go. At least.
"Looks like we jumped ahead about... a week?" The Doctor yelled back into the crowd waiting behind him. "I hope nobody had business last week; you missed it due to a severe case of time travel."
"... Was that supposed to be a joke?" The Jaded Man yelled. The Doctor simply sighed and stepped out, opening the door wide.
"Alright; field trip's over! Everyone out!" He yelled impatiently. The mob began to file out of the blue police-box and into the sunny day outside.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 17, 2010 12:25:14 GMT -5
"A week!?" Fletcher sighed. "...I suppose it doesn't matter much.
"H-hey, wait, there's a hospital here, right??" Eddy was already directing Ed to lift up Masahiro as he himself heaved Double D into his arms.
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 17, 2010 18:24:01 GMT -5
"The TARDIS requires six pilots, at least." The Doctor explained. "Sorry for the bumpy ride; it didn't occur to me to ask any of you for help." He sighed, apparently satisfied with his work, and turned to--
"Ooh, boy; you're going to need help."
The voice was eerily familiar; the Cockney accent, the sinister undertones... but it hadn't been heard in such a long time that it was hard to recognize for certain. That is, until its owner stepped out from the alley he had hidden in.
Oliver; alias, Mr. White. A long, red scarf had been wrapped around his face, no doubt to protect him from Bonsai Village's cold weather.
"'Ello, 'ello, kiddies." Oliver hissed quietly through his scarf. "I've got some unfinished business with you runts."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 21, 2010 1:50:34 GMT -5
Eddy gawked unbelievably at the man's entrance. Even without the recognizable face, the man's presence alone was not one to easily forget.
"Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me! NOW of all times!? REALLY?!"
"...step aside, Oliver," Fletcher growled, though it pained part of him to do so. "We have no time for quarrels right now. We need to get these boys help."
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Post by Felix Falora on Feb 21, 2010 3:51:25 GMT -5
"Who is he?" King asked.
"A grade-A asshole," Trevor snarled in response. "Step aside Oliver. I'm feeling pretty pissed today, so I won't hesitate to rip you in two if you fuck around."
"No Trevor. He'll only absorb your power too," Nazz said.
"A useless power like mine isn't something this guy wants, Nazz. I think I'd be pretty safe in that regard. He wants bigger powers, more effective powers, then the power to turn into a tiger."
"Even so..."
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 21, 2010 9:36:30 GMT -5
"... You can turn into a tiger?" Oliver asked, surprised. His brain ran wild with the possibilities that could bring up...
"Doesn't matter." He muttered angrily. "Where's the little wanker who can heal himself?! I need his power!"
There was a mad sense of urgency in his voice; it was strange, fearful even. But what could make Oliver White act like this?
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 21, 2010 16:16:10 GMT -5
"P...Percy?" Ed squeaked, looking over towards the confused French lad. This was not good. Both his angel lover AND his Guardian were out of comission for now.
"N-no!" he stood protecticely in front of Perceval. "You won't hurt him!"
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 21, 2010 19:17:23 GMT -5
Oliver chuckled. "Oh, you really think you can take me, brat?" He asked, Zero-Point energy slowly engulfing his hands. However, the blue glow quickly dissipated as Oliver clutched his shrouded cheek, almost collapsing onto the ground.
"Damn it... I don't have time for this!" He hissed through gritted teeth. He looked up at Ed pleadingly; a glint in his eye that seemed to remind everyone of the dark fact that he, too, was human.
"P-Please..." he whispered. "My face... it isn't fully healed..." he began to pant as he clutched his stomach.
"Something's inside of me... the little brat put something in my gut..." he muttered, half to himself. He looked back up at Ed.
"I just need to touch him, only for a second!" He exclaimed. "I swear, if you let me copy his power, I'll leave right now!"
The Doctor stared at Oliver quietly as he made his point.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 22, 2010 12:45:44 GMT -5
Ed blinked. Oh. Right. Oliver wasn't Syler. He didn't HAVE to eat Percy's brain. His mistake.
The zero-point energy was only a reminder; Ed had completely forgotten about that! And he was still okay, so...
His gaze went back to Fletcher's stoic face, equally pleading. The Brit sighed; it was difficult even for him to see such pain.
"...very well. Make it quick, we have to find the nearest hospital posthaste."
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Post by Felix Falora on Feb 23, 2010 0:26:53 GMT -5
"Whatever," Trevor growled.
Nazz remained silent.
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 26, 2010 11:22:10 GMT -5
Oliver seemed to laugh quietly; an excited, relieved little chuckle that a dying man would make. Slowly, he reached his hand up towards Percival, his hand shaking as the moment approached.
Before anybody could have second thoughts, Oliver grabbed the French Super Child's arm. Red and blue sparks flew between the two as power surged into Oliver's body. In the rush of power, his scarf fell of, revealing his mangled face;
It was as if a knife had been taken to his mouth, craving it into a cruel Glasgow smile. His back teeth and gums were exposed, his cheeks practically severed into halves. Tendrils of muscle still connected some of the left cheek together, but it was still damaged horribly.
All that began to change, however-- his gashed mouth began to pull itself together. Thin, sinewy flesh and muscle began to reattach themselves, almost as if his wounds were being stitched up. Slowly, Oliver's face regained its boyish good looks.
Sweating from the sudden change, Oliver let go of Percival's arm.
"Heh..." Oliver ran a gloved hand along his cheek. Tears slowly welled up in his eyes as he felt the smooth skin-- no scars, no horrible wounds. It was perfect.
"Heh-heh..." Still on his knees, Oliver looked down at his hands and tried to suppress a laugh. However, he was soon barking out an insane laugh to the sky.
"I DID IT!" He screamed to some invisible force. "THROW WHATEVER YOU WANT AT ME, YOU OLD BASTARD! I'M FLIPPIN' BULLET-PROOF!"
"Oh, poor, confused Ollie..." Replied a darkly familiar voice. "You just screwed yourself."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 27, 2010 0:48:10 GMT -5
"HOLY~"
"Yeesh!"
"...ouch."
Perceval gasped lightly at Oliver's appearance... though it was nothing worse than he had seen before. The man's grip on him was tight, so he didn't try to pull away. He even found himself smiling when the mangled flesh healed. He had completely missed the fact that his powers had been copied by one of their enemies, but he was innocently happy for Oliver.
Meanwhile, the voice sent everyone else on edge. "Gah, what now!?!" Eddy grumbled.
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 27, 2010 9:06:38 GMT -5
"Hey, guys!" The voice screamed, seemingly gurgling its way up out of Oliver's throat. Blood and drool foamed its way out of Oliver's mouth as the voice forced itself into the open air.
"Hey, Eddy, did you know your buddy Kevin works for me now?!" The childish voice asked, excited and happy. "Yup! He was more than happy to sign himself over to me once I told him what I could do! I guess he likes me more than any of you!"
Oliver clutched at his throat as more blood began to surface. He was hacking now-- vomiting up impossible ammounts of blood and bile. He staggered about like a drunk man, his eyes wide with terror as he let loose one final hack.
Along with a shower of blood that spewed forth, long tentacles of meat and organ emerged; spreading out like some horrid flower. And, in the center of this flower was a large, terrified eye, drating about frantically in its fear.
Oliver seemed like he wanted to say something, but the... thing inside of him was gagging him. Worse, however, was the bizzare growth he was undergoing-- the flesh around his joins was beginning to swell and bulge like a balloon.
"Hey, guys!" Trump yelled over his parasitic medium. "What do you think? Cool, huh?"
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Post by Felix Falora on Feb 28, 2010 18:09:35 GMT -5
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Trevor immediately drew his swords, eyes wide and prepared for battle.
"Oh... oh god..." Nazz was backing towards the Tardis slowly, eyes wide with fear.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Mar 3, 2010 12:57:09 GMT -5
"Kevin!?" Eddy gawked. "GAH, I KNEW it, that double-crosser!"
"What~!" Fletcher staggered back along with his team at Oliver's horrid transformation. "What on-!?"
"W-what's happening??" Michiko cried. "What are you doing to him??"
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