[Thread] Take a look around the world.
Characters: Samus Aran [OU]; The Joker [OU]
When: Phase 3, following the attribute switch
Where: Outside the bank, near one of the craters
Summary: Samus wants her power suit back!!
Warnings: Not sure. Possible violence, angry Samus, general weirdness?
Sooner or later the Joker knew his brand new set of armor's original owner would come looking for it. What better way to let her find it than by openly using it where anyone could see? The empty area outside the bank made a suitable enough testing ground. She would no doubt recognize the sounds of the energized blasts before even setting eyes on the suit. And when she did, she would witness it operating under the control of someone other than herself. Someone known to be dangerous. She was also likely to notice the subtle difference in the armor's appearance as it was now suited to fit a sturdy, masculine figure who was just a hair or two shorter than Samus's height of 6'3". It was as if the suit had belonged to him all along. However, appearances were misleading. The Joker had already begun to realize that the suit clearly didn't operate as if it belonged to him. It was slow to respond to his commands and cumbersome to move around in, much to his frustration.
Which brings us to why he was out here in the first place testing the alien armor's abilities and trying to get a better feel for the suit. So far much of what he'd figured out was by simple trial and error with a healthy dose of determination. Still, the suit was often reluctant to obey him. But on the bright side, he'd at least figured out how to use the arm canon. A weapon like any other, it required time and practice.
Standing back from a still smoking crater where one of the stunned Keeper's lie, he trained the canon's silver barrel on the shapeless alien lifeform and cocked his head, adorn with Samus's burnt-orange helmet. The nozzle was a-glow with an audible hum, ready to fire a blast of white hot energy at its target. 3...2...1...
Silence.
But this time it was no malfunction of the suit. He hesitated for reasons unclear even to himself. It was as if he heard something, felt something, radiating from the orb's energy. No word could come close to describing it... Except, perhaps, "confusion". A low growl crackled through the helm's vocalizer. Maybe it was just another capability of the armor. Or maybe it was something more.
[ooc: He doesn't know about the Entropi infused DNA part yet. ;) ]
When: Phase 3, following the attribute switch
Where: Outside the bank, near one of the craters
Summary: Samus wants her power suit back!!
Warnings: Not sure. Possible violence, angry Samus, general weirdness?
Sooner or later the Joker knew his brand new set of armor's original owner would come looking for it. What better way to let her find it than by openly using it where anyone could see? The empty area outside the bank made a suitable enough testing ground. She would no doubt recognize the sounds of the energized blasts before even setting eyes on the suit. And when she did, she would witness it operating under the control of someone other than herself. Someone known to be dangerous. She was also likely to notice the subtle difference in the armor's appearance as it was now suited to fit a sturdy, masculine figure who was just a hair or two shorter than Samus's height of 6'3". It was as if the suit had belonged to him all along. However, appearances were misleading. The Joker had already begun to realize that the suit clearly didn't operate as if it belonged to him. It was slow to respond to his commands and cumbersome to move around in, much to his frustration.
Which brings us to why he was out here in the first place testing the alien armor's abilities and trying to get a better feel for the suit. So far much of what he'd figured out was by simple trial and error with a healthy dose of determination. Still, the suit was often reluctant to obey him. But on the bright side, he'd at least figured out how to use the arm canon. A weapon like any other, it required time and practice.
Standing back from a still smoking crater where one of the stunned Keeper's lie, he trained the canon's silver barrel on the shapeless alien lifeform and cocked his head, adorn with Samus's burnt-orange helmet. The nozzle was a-glow with an audible hum, ready to fire a blast of white hot energy at its target. 3...2...1...
Silence.
But this time it was no malfunction of the suit. He hesitated for reasons unclear even to himself. It was as if he heard something, felt something, radiating from the orb's energy. No word could come close to describing it... Except, perhaps, "confusion". A low growl crackled through the helm's vocalizer. Maybe it was just another capability of the armor. Or maybe it was something more.
[ooc: He doesn't know about the Entropi infused DNA part yet. ;) ]