Roleplay By Monologues

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Grey Eagle knew that, even in these confined quarters, he could kill any one of the robots by melting its memory chips. But if he did so, the other machines would probably sense it happening, and would attack before he could get the rest of them. His only chance was to exert maximum telekinetic repulsion all the way around, and resort to his well-tempered sword for counterattack if needed at close range.

Looking through the door past the more-or-less shoulders of the two robots there, Valteesha said, "It's gender-equality time! Your turn to beg for mercy! I wasn't entirely lying about liking you, you know; older men usually know better how to treat a lady..."

"Great," the superhero retorted; "let me know if you find any ladies."

"Ha ha," Valteesha mocked. "You're still trapped. But if you're a good boy--"

A much less human voice than hers cut her off. "Enough of that, Valteesha! We _can't_ let him live; he has too much of a mind of his own." It was the voice of Skoltos, whom Grey Eagle thought he had slain.

The mutant or half-demon or whatever he was came into view now, pushing the former Shapechanger aside. "Yes, your countermove to my reversal-power worked; the wound you gave me just wasn't quite fatal. But I'll see that _you_ receive first-class service! Robots--!"

But Grey Eagle had already formed in his mind the field in which he would exert his mind-over-matter. He conserved energy by dropping low, thus needing to defend less total three-dimensional space. Two of the gun-carrying robots fired _above_ him, damaging the robots opposite him. Next, he made his energy field wobble backward like a half-filled water mattress, which knocked off balance the robots directly behind him. Before those could recover, Grey Eagle shifted his force forward, pushing HARD against the two machines barring his retreat. With just two of them to attack in that instant, he crushed them together in the stone doorframe, disabling both.

A flying dive sent him through that part of the doorway space above the two broken robots; and then it was the remaining functional robots that were impeded from exiting the room.

Valteesha fell to the floor in front of Grey Eagle, pleading for mercy, crying that Skoltos had forced her to entrap the hero. Then, as Grey Eagle turned his eyes to the more threatening enemy, Valteesha unexpectedly tackled him around the legs, yelling, "NOW get him!!"

A blow of the flat of Grey Eagle's sword stunned Valteesha. A further effort with telekinesis warded off the bullets of a gun Skoltos pulled--warded the bullets from Valteesha also, for the hero still had that much mercy on her.

"Rematch time, punk!" shouted Grey Eagle. Skoltos did something which caused an alarm to sound, but did not wait for help to arrive before drawing his blades. He had two shorter weapons this time, similar to large kukri knives--no doubt in anticipation of coping with Grey Eagle's greater speed. With a hasty glance to make sure no guards were in place to shoot him from behind with his deflection down, the superhero advanced...

...into the most spectacular duel of his life.
 
Back at the church, contradiction force went into effect.

The Parson was NOT killed.

The rings were NOT stolen.

And since Josh had been given MUCH MORE THAN ENOUGH explanation of this being a special moment, and his having chances for craziness LATER, but Josh didn't want to cooperate, NO POST BY JOSH HAS _ANY_ REALITY, EFFECT OR MEANING HERE UNTIL AFTER THE WEDDING, IF EVEN THEN.

I tried to reason with you, Josh. Now let the grownups continue.
 
Gladys the bed-and-breakfast lady whispered to Smerdyakov about what had happened so far. This included nothing about any obnoxious intruders, because the Monologues time-space continuum had ERASED all such interference. The church was full of people who LIKED love and friendliness, and who DIDN'T consider it the height of cleverness to ruin things on purpose for everybody else by doing enormously destructive things they had been specifically asked not to do.

The villains in the tunnels were another matter; Grey Eagle was on the job there.
 
Parson Finney, who had NOT been shot by any spoiled-brat-rebel characters, looked at Emmett and Queenie, of whom the former had NOT had occasion to fire his shotgun at any spoiled-brat-rebel characters, and asked for the rings, which had NOT been stolen or lost, to be brought forth.

"The exchanging of rings," the Parson said, "is an ancient and meaningful tradition, giving each spouse a loving hold on the other, a permanent link to the other. Emmett, you will now place the ring you hold upon your bride's left hand...good. Now repeat after me--"


{THE WORDS ARE GIVEN IN PLAIN UNBROKEN FORM FOR EASE OF READING.}

"With this here ring, Queenie Lind, I take an' claim you as my lawfully wedded wife, to have an' to hold from this day forward, to love you an' cherish you, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, in safety and in danger, in joy and in sorrow, until death do us part, so help me Christ."
 
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The next turn was Queenie's. She grabbed Emmett's left hand and repeated the words after Pastor Finney as she placed the ring on Emmett's finger.

"With this here ring, Emmett Frankl, I take an' claim you as my lawfully wedded husband, to have an' to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, in safety and in danger, in joy and in sorrow, until death do us part, so help me Christ."
 
"YEEE-HAAAAA!" whooped Emmett. "She's talkin' country-hick talk! Sorry, Parson. Where were we?"

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Either Skoltos' previous injury had impaired his reversal-power, or he judged it no longer useful when Grey Eagle knew about it--for he was not using it. But as if in a trade-off, he was faster now, _almost_ as quick as Grey Eagle.

And in the midst of the clashing of swords, guards were coming. Now the fight became a dance of deadly complexity: the hero must keep up enough telekinetic defensive energy to fend off the bullets now being fired at him, and _still_ fence with his inhuman foe as vigorously as ever. And a sound from the room of the robots suggested that some of those things were starting to force their way out.
 
"If there is anyone who knows a valid cause why this woman should not be married to this man," said the Parson, "let him speak now, or forever be silent."


AND NO ONE RESPONDED TO THIS.




Meanwhile, in the tunnels:

A crucial instant came when most of the human guards had used up their ammo and were putting in fresh clips. In that instant, the strain on his mind-over-matter power being reduced, Grey Eagle directed heat-power into the foremost of the intact robots, melting its memory chips--and making it another motionless obstacle to its fellows.

Then he was called back to his duel, as one of his adversary's blades grazed his left bicep. (Yes, as Grey Eagle, Copperfox actually DID have biceps.)
 
"Since you have exchanged vows of love," said the Parson, "and have exchanged rings which represent your vows...by the power vested in me by God and the state of Colorado...I declare you, Emmett Frankl...and you, Queenie Lind...to be HUSBAND AND WIFE! What God has joined together, let no man put asunder.

"Emmett: you may kiss your bride."
 
Meanwhile, the fiend Skoltos was trying to put Grey Eagle asunder.

Back and forth, left and right, round and round they dodged and cut and thrust, both suffering superficial wounds but each avoiding grave injury. They fought so fast that the guards no longer dared to shoot at all for fear of hitting their leader. Understanding their reason for ceasing fire, Skoltos shouted at them, "Well, then--make yourselves useful--some of you--get the robots out here--and the rest--make the bomb--ready for detonation!"

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Emmett was absolutely bursting with ecstasy, and saw the same feeling reflected back to him from Queenie's gorgeous face. With delicious gradualness, as their arms contentedly slid around each other's bodies, he leaned forward, bringing his mouth toward her smiling, parting lips...And it was as if they had never kissed before--since, compared to this kiss, they hadn't. It left the big-deal kiss between Westley and Buttercup in "The Princess Bride" miles behind. And it went on and on and on--

--until the groomsmen, also rejoicing for their friends, remembered their line, and shouted with one voice, "YOU'RE ONLY SUPPOSED TO SHAKE HANDS!!!"

Parson Finney, laughing with everyone else, composed himself and boomed out, "Now, dear friends, I have the privilege of introducing to you Mister AND MISSUS Emmett Frankl!" Then the recessional music started up: the festive movement from Sibelius' Karelia Suite. Emmett swept Queenie up in his arms to carry her down the aisle. Jake escorted Nessa, Bat-Bat escorted Abby, Ghost escorted Trinity, and Joel escorted Alice. Of all these, only Bat-Bat looked a little uneasy...as if he had a nagging hunch that something somewhere was not completely right.
 
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Josh couldnt believe it. He had sworn he shot the parson and took the rings. But the parson was still there and the wedding continued. "Darn IT! How could I have known a controlling RPGer would erase all the work I accomplished."

Sadly and bitterly, he walked away from the church. "I guess I'll find some other wedding to ruin!"
 
The Original Gunslinger Steakhouse was ready for the reception; and unlike the Octopus Collective, it had plenty of guests from out of town. The first ones to come over from the ceremony were persons not in the actual wedding party, since the wedding party was posing for group portrait photos at the church. Finger foods of several ethnicities was available. Employees including Rosita made sure everyone was being taken care of.

Back at the church, between photo poses, Bat-Bat puzzled some onlookers by crouching down and pressing his ear to the ground. "Are you listening for more traffic bringing late guests?" asked Joel Finney.

"No....I'm not sure what I'm listening for," said Bat-Bat. "But I have a feeling..."


In the tunnels, the dispersing of the guards appeared to make Skoltos, as well as Grey Eagle, feel more free to move about. The tall villain, his odd cloudy appearance showing again, leaped widely--while Grey Eagle countered by levitating upside-down to stand on the ceiling and strike down at his foe. When Skoltos tried his shield of darkness again, Grey Eagle used his overhead position to push straight down with his telekinesis, catching his enemy and pinning him to the floor.

But before the superhero could press his advantage, a spray of bullets came his way from the first active robot to be set free from the storage room. Only the robot's avoidance of hitting Skoltos (whom it apparently was programmed to recognize) saved Grey Eagle from being fatally shot in the back. He readjusted his telekinetic repulsion then, but this meant he had to let Skoltos up--and the fight was on again, only this time Skoltos only needed to keep himself alive till his robot reinforcements could close in.
 
Jake, Trinity, Ghost and even Joel now did fire their celebratory gunshots into the air. Emmett did no shooting; he was much too busy firing kisses into Queenie's mouth, cheeks, neck and ears. Amid the jubilant racket, Bat-Bat quit trying to pick out possible noises through the ground. "Probably my imagination."


Grey Eagle found he could take advantage of Skoltos' defensive posture, by getting himself positioned on the opposite side of Skoltos from the robots, again causing their programming to inhibit shooting. Clang, clash, clang, clash....Grey Eagle's greater speed was compensating for his having just one sword to his enemy's two, but not with much to spare.

How many robots with guns? Only two still functional that he could see. From this position, the need for telekinetic shielding remitted--yes, now, there would never be a better chance. A fierce thrust of heat, and the two gun-bearing robots had their cyber-brains fried beyond repair. No more bullets?--wrong, still two or three human guards around, shooting at opportunity.

"Secure the bomb!" shouted Skoltos. "Robots with you! I can handle the _hero!_" As men and close-quarters fighting robots hurried to wherever they were being sent, the tall mutant-or-whatever-he-was redoubled his attack on Grey Eagle. Clang-clash-clang-clash-clang...and now suddenly Skoltos _was_ using the reversal power, as an attempt by Grey Eagle to knock him down telekinetically knocked Grey Eagle down instead.

This was the first time the superhero had ever tried flying sideways, belly up, three inches above the ground. It was undignified...but it kept him from being split open. As he regained his feet, he sensed that the reversal effect was shut off; Skoltos had used it to throw him back, but would not leave it working long enough to enable Grey Eagle to stab air and wound Skoltos again as he had done at their first fight.
 
Valteesha regained consciousness, and was sharp-minded enough to take in at once what was happening. (Clang-clash-clang-clash!) Struggling to her feet, she went to one of the disabled gun-robots. The gun mounted on it was intact, and could be removed and used by a person who knew how. Valteesha had been taught this and other technical tips by one of the conspiracy technicians, who had been more appreciative of her theatrics than Copperfox.

Running to a position whence she expected she could shoot Grey Eagle without hitting Skoltos, she took aim at the face that had once welcomed her insincere kisses. With her, there was no awakening of conscience like that which had led Queenie Lind to today's wedding; Valteesha simply was trying to make sure of a killing shot.

Almost too late, Grey Eagle saw the danger--and telekinetically tilted the gun's barrel up and to one side. But as Valteesha fired, her bullets ricocheted off the stone ceiling and walls, to strike _both_ Grey Eagle and Skoltos.

Both men were staggered by the impacts. Grey Eagle quickly used an extra telekinetic spurt to shove back out the two bullets which had lodged in his left side, then froze the wounds shut. Skoltos appeared to have no such means of self-administered first aid; he looked badly hurt.

"Give up, and I can help you," said Grey Eagle. "Your mind-control schemes can't be worth dying for. Let me draw out the bullets and--"

"They ARE worth dying," panted Skoltos, "if the dying--IS DONE BY YOU!!" Not as badly wounded as he had let on, the inhuman conspiracy leader assumed his cloak of darkness and leaped up again to the attack. His reflexes saving him, Grey Eagle dropped to the floor, under the slashing of his foe's blades, and swung hard at Skoltos' ankles. But Skoltos came down on top of him, still trying to cut the hero wide open.

In that close press, his sword locked with one of Skoltos' swords, and the other evil sword held back only by a left-hand grip on Skoltos' right wrist, Grey Eagle tried to do a fever-attack on his foe's brain, but it seemed ineffective with Skoltos. In a desperate exertion, then, he _flew_ out from under the taller man. When Grey Eagle came up to his feet again, ready to fight still more, Skoltos jeered, "You aren't even worth it!"--and limped away (that damage, at least, was not faked), slipping through a nearby secret door before Grey Eagle could use his super-speed to catch the villain.

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The stone ceiling off which Valteesha's bullets had rattled was not very far, in lateral terms, from the Gunslinger Steakhouse. Inside the steakhouse, Bat-Bat once more felt a sense of disturbance, vibration. What might that be?
 
A phonebooth landed in the middle of the steakhouse, complete with classic 1980s music and special effects. Out of the phone booth walked the orignal good Bill and Ted, Beethoven, Arthur, Dr. Who, Dr. Banner, Dr. Bond, Wonder Woman, and a host of characters who had been previously forgotten at some point in this thread!

"Dudes and Dudettes, we have arrived!" announced Ted

"Ted, we're late again, didn't you go back in time to remind yourself to remind your other self to remind your other other self to fix your watch dude?" said Bill

"Oh my gosh dude, your totally right! I'll remind myself to go back in time and..." Ted was suddenly cut off

"I think we've disrupted the space-time continuum enough for one day" said Dr. Who "There are other guests here who would like to continue their Role Play without anymore time travel. Oh, and here, this is a day planner, learn how to use it."
 
In view of the previous violent events that had threatened to undo Emmett and Queenie's wedding, Bat-Bat was taking no chances. He decided it was best to investigate the disturbance he thought he heard. He called his butler at the Batcave and asked him to turn on every sensor and all underground seismographs. He wanted to make sure there was nothing fishy going on. Enemies were definitely still around. And there was someone missing at the wedding who should have been here, but in between a fight, a wedding, and a reception, he could not remember who that was.
 
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Grey Eagle made one forlorn effort to call out to either Bat-Bat or Smerdyakov. No success; his mobile phone coverage always HAD been lousy. That left him only one person to talk to--

Having staked everything on siding with Skoltos, and seeing herself abandoned by him in return, Valteesha managed one more transformation of sorts: turning white as a sheet when Grey Eagle started toward her. "No, please, please, don't kill me!" she wailed; but even as she said this, she sprinted to the other disabled gun-robot, detached its gun and took aim.

Before she could get a shot off, a blur of super-speed had taken the gun away from her, and Grey Eagle was saying sardonically, "Darling, we've got to stop meeting like this."

"Mercy! I'm sorry! He forced me to help him! Please, I'll do anything, just don't kill me!" Even while screaming these words, Valteesha was trying to kick him, to gouge his eyes, and to hit him with a rock. Trying to give his overworked telekinesis a rest, the superhero simply twisted her arm and forced her to the floor.

"Shut up and listen! I'm not going to kill you! You deserve to die, and I'm sure not in _love_ with you; but I would still feel like a hypocrite if I killed you after I had once let myself hope for better things with you. I just need to _know_ something. Where is this bomb, and what kind of bomb is it?"

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Meanwhile, Smerdyakov's chaotic mind remembered something; and he called Bat-Bat while wedding toasts were being exchanged at the reception.

"Bat-Bat, this is Smerdyakov. During my gremlin hunt, I picked up clues to a chemical-weapons experiment someone was conducting. It was to involve a gas which could be released underground, and which would then seep upward and emerge in the air above. Besides plain deadly gas, they were also working on a formula which would weaken people's minds, make them controllable. I passed that much to Copperfox, too; I'm hoping he got the message and is investigating."
 
For those not nagged by worry, the reception was a grand affair. While most wedding gifts would wait to be opened until after Emmett and Queenie had privately exchanged--wink wink nudge nudge, handshakes :rolleyes: --the Bowie knife bought by Jake was presented immediately, since Emmett had admitted to being aware of it. Displaying the weapon to his bride's gaze, the gunslinger said, "Sweetheart, you can stick this right into my guts if I ever look at another woman!"

Dismayed by even the faintest suggestion of her ever doing Emmett harm--still and forever bitterly ashamed of what she had done to him before her transformation--Queenie carefully pushed the sheathed knife out of the way, so she could freshly shower her new husband with kisses. Then: "My love, you can _look_ at other women, if your _motive_ in looking isn't evil! As proof that I trust you, I invited Jessica to give another demonstration."

On cue, the visiting girl from Nebraska appeared, once more clad in her bellydancing costume. Her music, this time, was _bluegrass_ music, performed live by a local ensemble with fiddle, guitar, banjo, mandolin and upright bass. Jessica proved more than adequately that she not only knew her bellydancing, but could perform it to multiple styles of music.
 
The happily married couple couldn't get enough from each other and nobody complained they were kissing too much. There wasn't a single soul who didn't feel happy for Emmett and those who were not happy weren't invited. A group of angry people had gathered before but when they noticed their call wasn't going to be heard they turned back home. A happy Queenie stood up and smiled happily.

" Thanks everybody. This is the happiest day in my life. The day I met Emmett will always be a special day to me. I like to thank all of you for helping us to make our day so special. I will not talk any longer because it would ruin the fun. But again thank you all and especially you my sweet Emmett. Now you are finally mine and I'm yours until eternity".

Queenie threw her bouquet into the air and the first one who would catch them would be the next to get married and...........TRINITY catched them.
She screamed from joy and kissed her Jake. Emmett laughed.

" Hahahaha brother! It looks like you're going to be the next one in our family!"

Then Emmett gave his attention back to Queenie who kissed him again. The Hatter and the Rabbit both were having a great time too. Nessa asked the Rabbit if he could pass the tea which he did with pleasure. Tea was very important to the two wonderland characters.
 
"It's a chemical device," Valteesha told her captor. "It will release a gas that will seep upward through the soil, then emerge in the air, affecting everyone in the town above."

"Affecting them how?"

"Making them more open-minded and progressive."

"You mean, making them swallow whole the entire list of talking points you rattled off to me that night?"

"Of course--isn't that the _definition_ of openmindedness?"

Grey Eagle rolled his eyes at that. "If your gang could do it this way, why did you even bother with other efforts that exposed you to more risk of discovery and interference by us vast right-wing conspirators?"

"Because Lilac's plan would have had no detrimental physiological effects to the subjects. All of us in the movement have already received the antidote to this chemical; but as for your neighbors up there: well, the gas in our bomb will, uh, _slightly_ affect the townspeople's life expectancy..."

"Get specific!"

"After breathing the gas, the very healthiest of them could easily manage to survive another, oh, maybe even four years. But think how much _good_ they, and others the gas is used on in the future, could still achieve in that time: restricting industry, punishing private property ownership, silencing hatemongers like Billy Graham, eliminating non-public education, eliminating non-union workplaces, forcing childbearing limits, euthanizing useless old people..."

"I'm thrilled, NOT. Now take me to your leader, if where he was going is where the bomb is. I can't spare any mind-over-matter power to restrain you, because I'm having to keep those pretty holes you made in my body frozen shut. So I'll have to make the crude old-fashioned threat: if you shout a warning to your guys, or do anything to oppose me anymore, I will take my 200-dollar tempered-steel Roman gladius here and kill you, with no more discussion. But I won't feel good about it. I wish you had been as nice as you pretended to be. Don't bother saying you still could be, because you wouldn't mean it. Now lead on."

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OOC: Bat-Bat, I hope you get down here soon; Grey Eagle's gas tank is getting low!
 
Upon receiving this phone call from Smerdyakov, Bat-Bat immediately notified his butler to try to locate a nearby cave or some other underground entrance he knew for sure existed. He left the ceremony and began flying around, looking for something unusual in the landscape. He wasn't sure what he was looking for but it could not be far off.

His butler called him while Bat-Bat was in the air and said: "Sir, there appears to be a tunnel entrance somewhere near where the old church was, the one of that crazy pastor Holler."

"Of course!" said Bat-Bat. "The huge pile of rubble! That must be hiding the tunnel's entrance!"

He immediately flew over to the old church, getting ready his few remaining guano bombs that he secured together so as to make one powerful bomb.

He set the bomb at the point where he thought the tunnel entrance was and with a huge explosion that released as much smelly guano gas as well as clearing the rubble, the tunnel's entrance was revealed.

Bat-Bat immediately flew into it at top speed. It was totally dark in there. "Perfect," he said as he disappeared into the tunnels.
 
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