Harbinger Pt 2: NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM 2(dop,mark,otoki)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAUMgureA6o

<HabeusKaiju>: IT BEGINS!]

<Doppler>: [any preference on our racers?]
<Thlef>: you chose em, Ill fight em]
<Doppler>: [I'll stick with dopp then]
<AlexanderVolkov>: [I ATE THREE KILOS OF BORCHST, DRANK A LITER OF VODKA INTRAVENOUSLY AND YOU INSULTED MY SHEPHERD FATHER]
<AlexanderVolkov>: [YOU DIE TODAY, FUCKER]
<Thlef>: so you playing AlexanderVolkov?]
<AlexanderVolkov>: [Actually, in that case]

<Thlef>: It begins another new mid afternoon on the Belringur Academy, when yet another alarm goes off, signalling the S-Men to the debriefing room

<Thlef>: Jitterbug sits in the debriefing room, spinning on a chair, waiting for everyone to funnel in
Doppler enters in, still wearing his baggy clothes and long hair while he is in the midst of making a full recovery. He gives a small timid wave as he takes a seat silently.
<Thlef>: Heyoo! Just need a few more guys, then we can head off. They should hurry though, these things are sort of important

Wrong_Way teleports in, out of breath. He appears to be wet, except for his dry clothes which are slowly getting wet.
<Wrong_Way>: "OH JESUS AM I LATE?"
<Thlef>: No, no, it's fine. We will be needing your powers in a second though
Otoki steps in, having heard a siren. He's not usually involved with superheroics but if he's needed he'll usually arrive.
<Thlef>: Alright, so, quick rundown guys
Wrong_Way sighs with relief and takes a seat
<Thlef>: You may, or may not have heard about the Thief stealing stuff from round the world. We just got another alarm, seems like our guy is targeting a small museum in Skopje, Macedonia. Weird thing is, we were tipped off by an actual guard this time, so, I don't know what he has up his sleeve, but, you gotta try and nab him again, okay?
<Thlef>: Any questions?
<Otoki>: "When do we move?" the demon 'asked'. It's not really asking or speaking, since he has no mouth, and the sound feels rather like an odd vibration tingling up from the base of the jaw and higher up the skull.
<Thlef>: As soon as we can. Marky Mark can get you guys there in an instant, so, that'll cut down on airline cost
<Doppler>: "What... are we to expect there? Whats in the museum?"
<Thlef>: Well, It's an ancient history museum, focused specifically on warfare, and such, so, be careful, okay?
<Thlef>: Oh, and, one more thing of note
<Thlef>: We have one more strange thing, to account for, that relates to the subject
<Thlef>: sorry if the pacing is a bit off on this, just bit under the weather right now]
<Thlef>: hould I be a bit more descriptive?]
<Thlef>: Otoki? Wrong_Way?]
<Otoki>: [It's fine]
<Wrong_Way>: [yeah, no complains here dude]
<Doppler>: [alright, I'm back]
<Thlef>: sorry if the pacing is a bit off on this, just bit under the weather right now]
<Thlef>: We have one more strange thing, to account for, that relates to the subject
<Thlef>: there we go]
Thlef taps on a keypad, as a screen rolls down, and a video is shown on the screen. You see a auditorium of men and women, sitting behind desk, and listening to speakers
<Thlef>: Now, watch the next guy, it gets a bit weird
<Thlef>: After an older man steps down, a red headed gentleman steps up, and clears his throat. The name, Patrick O'Delafey, with a small Irish flag, pops up under his screen. He talks about The budget of Ireland, before he seizes up, and tosses the podium he stood at across the room. He then begins to hunch over on the ground, and speaks in grating tone
<Thlef>: "It is to arrive soon."
<Thlef>: "The time has come for the Earth to be razed, and renewed."
<Thlef>: "All will burn in the cleansing flame"
<Thlef>: "When the snake haired one arrives,"
<Thlef>: "This will be the beginning of the end"
<Thlef>: He then seems to as quickly black out, as he went into this trance, and that is where the video cuts
<Thlef>: So, can ya guys guess where that took place?
<Otoki>: "The whole spectacle of the flags implies an international conference."
<Wrong_Way>: "Probably a parent teacher conference."
<Thlef>: Well, not international, it was the Council Of Europe, taking place in.....SKOPJE!
<Thlef>: So, yeah, weird things happening there. Mark, can you get our guys an express pass to this location?
<Wrong_Way>: "Eh, he could've just been a metal head."
Thlef hands Wrong_Way a slip of paper with the address on it
<Wrong_Way>: "Fineeee, Doppler, Otoki and I aren't at..."
<Wrong_Way>: "...Is that a 4 or a 7?"
<Wrong_Way>: "Oh whatever, Doppler, Otoki and I aren't at the address written on this slip of paper."
<Thlef>: Instantly, The three S-men are whisked away to sunny Skopje, Macedonia! Well....It's actually night time, and, rain patters on the cobblestone road around you, as you stand in front of the doors of National Museum of Macedonia. The strange thing is, they seem to have been blasted off the hinges, the inside open. the inside was smaller than the last museum-
<Thlef>: they were at, and featured many weapons lying around. Trebuchets, Cannons, Hornet's nest, line the floors and walls. A small booth is locked up, and the metal gates drawn down, where you hear a small voice talking in it
Dopples looked around suspiciously, putting up his hood as his eyes scanned around the air searching for even the lightest sound from far away that could mean something. In fact he clinks his foot, tracing the wave almost like echolocation to give him a sense of what was in the room if he couldn't see it
Otoki can hear the small voice, using his physiology to follow along the waves of the voice, only to get sent out of place by the clink of Doppler's foot. He nearly crashed into an exhibit, but was able to save himself from that.
<Thlef>: There seems to be two figures Walking down the hallway, seems to be two seperate figures, one walking on two feet, the other on four. there is also a small, hunched over being, in the other room, talking into a walkie talkie, speaking a Southern European language. to the linguistic ear, you could sense it was Macedonian.
<Dopples>: "O-OH! SORRY!" The younger mutant whispered in a small panic
Otoki stays silent, but nods to assure the boy it's okay. Knowing there are guards here is no good. He gestures for the two to examine the region, while he handles the two guardsmen.
Wrong_Way nods and looks around any sort of guide to this museum.
Dopples searches around the exhibits, scanning to the best of his ability
<Thlef>: He seemed to lock himself into the shack, the former Help Desk, It has maps of the place in the form of a pamphlet. Otoki follows after the two other source of noises, when he sees a black figure, next to a person in a cloak. It seems to be the Thlef they are looking for
Otoki isn't one for wasting time. He has a pair of bachi attached to his back, which he swiftly removes. He knocks the two sticks together, flaming spheres following after the Thief.
Wrong_Way grabs one of the pamphlets of the museum's layout and looks to where Otoki seems to be running
Thlef hears the clattering of the two sticks, and quickly turns around, holding out his forearm, as a large square forcefield shield blocks off the flaming spheres. He whistles, as the black creatures turns, revealing itself to be a wolf. Slowly though, it whirs, and sputters, as it begins to transform itself into a larger, more robotic form, beofre opening it-
<Thlef>: it' mouth, and firing a laser bolt towards Otoki
Dopples hears the commotion, gunning to the scene as fast as he could
Wrong_Way continues to look at the map as he starts running down toward where Otoki went.
Otoki knocks the walls with his bachi, spikes of magma blasting out to intercept the bolts, then slamming the bachi down, he sends a burning red wave of fire through the floor.
Dopples jumped out from behind him, whipping his arm around and taking the clamor around him to create a precise invisible wave that worms around the force field and attempts to crash into the thief's ears
Thlef throws his hands to his ear, as he hunches over in pain. The wolf also seems to spasm out, as it charges in an erratic pattern, crashing into the magma, and erupting into flames. Even still, as it's fur burns off it's metal shell, it lumbers, and bites at Dopples
Otoki puts back his bachi, instead, seemingly from nowhere pulling out a guitar. He gives a few quick, sharp strums, blasts of thunder striking at the wolf's body.
Dopples leaped back as the wolf was hit, sliding back against the floor then looking to see where Mark went, hearing how people were caught alone on an earlier mission
<Thlef>: The wolf machine sputters, and falls over on it's side, frozen like a statue. Unfortunately, it also fires off a rpg in the chaos, as it careens towards Wrong_Way
Wrong_Way was mostly just standing there watching the battle take place, so Mark just notices the RPG as it launches as he looks somewhere to hide behind.
<Wrong_Way>: "ohfuckohfuckohfuck"
<Otoki>: "Think fast, Mark!" he shouts, playing a loud and fast riff on the guitar, thunderbolts blasting from any metallic object to catch the rocket in midair.
Wrong_Way throws himself onto the ground and covers his head, expecting the rocket to just explode.
Dopples sprinted, nimbly hopping over desks and exhibits to get past the force field in order to reach the Thief
<Thlef>: There are the cannons, the help desk, and a large stone slab. Otoki causes the rocket to sputter out and roll next to Wrong_Way, but, it still is beeping
Wrong_Way looks at the rocket and barely forms out a coherient sentance
<Thlef>: the Thlef seemed to recover, pulling out a large, dagger-like weapon, and lunges towards Dopples, speaking in a tongue you can't seem to understand
<Wrong_Way>: "That rocket /isn't/ in a black hole."
Wrong_Way flinches, still afraid it's going to explode anyways
Dopples clapped his hands together, sending vibrations through the thief's legs to trip him as he rolls to the side and puts his hands together. Taking the sound around them, making it almost eerily quiet for a long moment, he forms the small beetle construct in his hand that flies up far above them, giving him another set of senses to predict the man's moves.
Otoki carries on playing, aiming to doorways and walls to start cutting off routes of escape.

Thlef rolls on the ground, and begins to crawl towards the side hallway, escaping from this insanity. The rocket next to Wrong_Way vanishes in a puff of smoke, where, in a far off galaxy, it destroys a small alien probe, that was about to uncover the secrets to the universe.
Dopples leaps on top of him, kicking the weapon away from the thief and holding him down. "Can you speak english?!"
<Thlef>: I speak not to you, Boia! I seek only what is ours!
<Dopples>: "I don't want you to speak to me, I want you to come quietly"
Thlef says this, before sending shock to Dopples' system, as it burns away the rag. Quickly, he gets up, and stands before them, in a heroic pose. Adorned in scale armor, and, a small metallic helmet, he draws a longer sword this time, crackling with electricity.
<Thlef>: Mussolini ha sempre ragione! Ave HEAD!

Dopples jumps back, wincing and rolling back.
<Otoki>: "What on Earth are we looking at?"
<Wrong_Way>: "Okaaayy..."
Dopples remained silent, the beetle above scanning the Thief from behind to see where the weaknesses in the armor were. Doppler put up his hands in a fighting stance, wishing he had a weapon but refusing to back down
<AgentOfHEAD>: You are looking at Immunes Retorez, rank 3! I am here on behalf of HEAD, for my important mission, which you miscreants, will not stand in the way of!
<Wrong_Way>: "Is rank 3 important?"
AgentOfHEAD says this, thrusting his sword towards Dopples, aiming for his torso
Otoki shakes his head, sliding his guitar to Doppler, as a way of channeling his raw power.
<Wrong_Way>: "Ohshit, Immunes's sword /isn't/ a hotdog!"
Dopples felt the attack coming with the help of the beetle, swerving to the side slightly out of the way. Taking the the power from Dopples felt the attack coming with the help of the beetle, swerving to the side slightly out of the way. With a small sweep he picks up the guitar and plays a single powerful chord. Using it makes a small concussive blast directly into the thief's head, both looking to take off the helmet and to overwhelm his senses
AgentOfHEAD looks perplexed at his sword, now a meaty frankenfurter, of use to him, it is no further. Seeing that his enemies seem to be using sound weaponry to fight him, he taps on his helmet, activating it's noise nullifying function. He then reaches into his pocket, and pulls out five small metal rods, each in one finger. He tosses them, before they pop out, and-
<AgentOfHEAD>: transform into golden, rocket propelled spears, aimed towards the group, hurtling at high speeds
<AgentOfHEAD>: DUX MEA LUX! YOU CANNOT HOPE TO DEFEAT THE LAST REMNANTS OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE, YOU AMERIKANS!
AgentOfHEAD makes a sprint back further into the chambers, leaving the group to it's rocket propelled doom
Dopples plays out a strong riff, swerving the air to send the rockets in different directions away from them. As he does so he motions for the other to to give immediate chase
Otoki is made of sound, and thus is now invisible to the Agent. He takes full advantage of this, leaping into action and following the Agent.
Dopples has the beetle follow Otoki, clinging to the ceiling to keep vigilant watch. It may have been the first time Otoki had seen it, largely ineffective beyond scouting and of a far lesser focus or shape, but similar in composition.
AgentOfHEAD huffs and puffs, as he runs down a hallway, crashing into the walls when he turns too sharp, before stopping, and running forwards to a book in a glass case. Carefully, he looms over the book with a glass cutter, and begins to etch a circle into it. He lets out a loud laugh, of triumph, as he slowly does his job
<Dopples>: "MARK, STOP HIM!"
Otoki pulls out his final weapon: a standard flute, which he quickly begins to play. Sudden winds begin to fly from all directions, blasting down the hallway and pushing the others along with Otoki down the corridor.
AgentOfHEAD lifts the glass panel up, and reaches in, pulling out the book, and raising it above his head
Dopples sped inside, riding the wind
Otoki blows a sharp, high note, a hefty ball of fast-spinning air spinning and rolling down the corner, straight for the Agent.
<AgentOfHEAD>: I HAVE WON THE PRIZE, FOR IL DUCE! OUR SCIENCE, UNMATCHED! OUR MAGIC, DIVINE! OUR GOAL, NEARS! HEIL H.E.A.D.!
AgentOfHEAD sees the ball of airs, before getting knocked in the gut, and flying across the room, crashing into the wall, and groaning
<AgentOfHEAD>: I fight....for the wo-world......
Otoki drops the flute to assume invisibility once more.
AgentOfHEAD reaches into his robes, and pulls out spike cestus, one on each hand. They whir, and steam, as the pund into the air, their piston mechanics filling the room with thudding noises. Seeing Dopples and Wrong_Way, he stumbles over, and swings at them
Otoki uses the noises as waves, riding along them higher up into the library.
\Dopples used the sound to give himself a push out of the way of the swing, skidding across the ground
<Wrong_Way>: "I /don't/ have a shield!"
Wrong_Way sticks his arms up, hoping for a shield to appear or at the very least protect himself with them.
AgentOfHEAD stumbles, smashing into a column, sending marble flying across the room. he looks at Wrong_Way, and takes another swing, leaving a massive dent in the shield, but protecting him nonetheless
<AgentOfHEAD>: LET MY HAND GO, INGRATES!
AgentOfHEAD trie to shake his hand loose from the shield
Otoki uses this moment to take out his bachi once more, swinging them down onto the first device, destroying it in a ball of flame.
<Wrong_Way>: "M-More like let go of my shield..."
Dopples played a small mariachi tune, once again sending waves of sound to the man's legs to throw off his balance. If he couldn't get the head, he'd do the next best thing
Dopples sent the beetle, meanwhile, to search around to see if the book had fallen from his hands
AgentOfHEAD looks in horror, as his first cestus, is destroyed by Otoki, which he can't see. He then is tripped off his leg, and send falling to the ground, his hand still stuck in the shield, twisting it into a painful position. the book landed, a bit scuffed, on the other side of the room, near a window
<AgentOfHEAD>: I GIVE! I GIVE!
Dopples motioned to the beetle, it picking up the book and bringing it over to him right into his hands as he stood over the thief
AgentOfHEAD curls up, and still tries to wrench himself from the shield, gritting his teeth to get through the pain
Dopples looked at the book in his hand, trying to figure out just what it was
<AgentOfHEAD>: It is an ancient manuscript, depicting a man rising from his grave, and, the instructions on how to do so, in a language long lost to the ravages of time
Dopples looked to the other two, his beetle landing on his shoulder as he paged through it. "We need to get this guy tied up, pronto"
<Wrong_Way>: "Got it. Immunes /isn't/ tied up with rope."
AgentOfHEAD is wrapped up in rope, struggling to free himself, to no avail
<Otoki>: "Alright, good work. What do we do with this guy?"
<Wrong_Way>: "I guess bring him back to base."
<Wrong_Way>: "Didn't he like steal something from us?"
<AgentOfHEAD>: You will not bring me back! I only took back what was rightfully ours!
<Dopples>: "Taken into custody of the S-Men until we get all the information we need. I... think we are gonna have to take the book too. Its a clue"
<Dopples>: "Can't understand a word of it but if they were after it for a reason"
<Dopples>: "And, uh, Mark. Can you break that helmet of his?"
<Wrong_Way>: "I guess, but what do you break a helmet with?"
<Dopples>: "I dunno. Maybe just say that the sound nullifier is working"
<Wrong_Way>: "Okay, the sound nullifier /is/ working."
Dopples leaned down at the bound thief, motioning Otoki over
AgentOfHEAD 's helmet has been deactivated
AgentOfHEAD shakes, and tries to spit at Otoki, now visible to him
Otoki sidesteps.
<Dopples>: "We have you caught and you're going into custody. You can make it easier on yourself now and tell us where the people who sent you are and why you did this"
<Dopples>: "Do you understand?"
<AgentOfHEAD>: I would never betray HEAD! I would rather die then become a traitor!
Dopples sighs, looking over to Otoki then motioning him to knock the guy out
<AgentOfHEAD>: Wait! Wait! Wait!
<Otoki>: "One shot, buddy, then it's concussion city for you."
<AgentOfHEAD>: If I tell you....some information....I could try and get a good lawyer?
<Dopples>: "We can put in a good word for you"
<Dopples>: "Whether you get it is up in the air"
<AgentOfHEAD>: Alright. I simply stole the book, for our magic division. What they planned to do after that, I was not told
<Dopples>: "Where are they" His eyes narrowed
<AgentOfHEAD>: I work through a specialized channel, but, I think most work in Italy
<Otoki>: "Italy's a big country, pal."
<AgentOfHEAD>: Well, most likely Rome then, is that better, plebian?
<Wrong_Way>: "What else did you steal besides the book?"
<Wrong_Way>: "Well, actually succeeded in stealing."
<AgentOfHEAD>: It's....the only thing I stole
<Wrong_Way>: "What about your group?"
<Dopples>: "...He's not the only thief"
<AgentOfHEAD>: I am onne of the Legion's top thieves. No operation goes on without my knowledge, and, the only item we have stolen in the last month has been this book
Dopples looks at the other two, an eyebrow raised
<Otoki>: "That can't be right, surely?"
<AgentOfHEAD>: You suspect me of a liar! I tell you, we only steal what is ours!
<Wrong_Way>: "I guess that means someone's been stealing your identity."
<Dopples>: "Or, worse, we're dealing with more than one group"
<AgentOfHEAD>: Some seek to step on the operations of HEAD?!
<Wrong_Way>: "UGH, they better have a better acroynm than HEAD."
<AgentOfHEAD>: WE WILL QUELL THEM BENEATH OUR BOOT! LIKE THE VENOMOUS VERMIN THAT PLAGUE THE COUNTRYSIDE, WE WILL SNUFF THEIR EXISTENCE! HEIL HEAD!
AgentOfHEAD tries to do a salute, but falls over, restrained in rope
<Wrong_Way>: "FACE is a good acronym...Maybe FIST?"
Dopples sighs, rubbing his head as he handed the guitar back to Otoki. "Thanks for the strings. I... I think this might have been a false flag"
Wrong_Way scratches the back of his head
<Wrong_Way>: "We should head back to base."
<AgentOfHEAD>: We are the Homeland Espionage and Assault Department! We are strong! We are mighty! We are just!
<Otoki>: "...Homeland. Shit."
<Wrong_Way>: "Homeland what?"
<Otoki>: "I'm pretty sure only official government organizations use that."
<Dopples>: "Or fascists. It being in the capital doesn't help. I don't like it either way"
<AgentOfHEAD>: So....Can I go now/me tries to worm himself up into a standing position
AgentOfHEAD tries to worm himself up into a standing position
<Dopples>: "...No, you're still going with the authorities"
<Dopples>: "Breaking and entering is a crime, you know"
<Wrong_Way>: "Maybe it isn't here?"
<AgentOfHEAD>: It is not a crime to restore a nation to it's former glory! HEIL HEAD!
<Dopples>: "Yeah, right, just feel yourself lucky that we don't think you're part of the /other/ international criminals we're after. You just get local charges now"
<Dopples>: "Mark, call the cops in. We have him bagged"
<Wrong_Way>: "Alright."
Wrong_Way spends a good minute on the phone getting the police to come over here
Wrong_Way hangs up.
<Wrong_Way>: "Alright. Hopefully they won't think we're this guy's buddy when they get here."
<Wrong_Way>: "Also, I learned how to speak Macedonian."
<Wrong_Way>: "...Wait, nevermind."
<Otoki>: "We... could just vanish, right?"
<Dopples>: "We can. They called us here"
<AgentOfHEAD>: Outside, the sirens of police cars can be heard, car doors opening, and slamming
<Wrong_Way>: [we don't need to talk to the cops rihgt]
<Wrong_Way>: [i already forgot their beautiful and enriching language ;_;]
<AgentOfHEAD>: You do not, no]
<Wrong_Way>: "Alright, Doppler, Otoki and I aren't back at the S-Men base."
<Dopples>: [take us out, mork]
Dopples put the book back on its stand neatly before being teleported away
Otoki vanishes with the others.
<AgentOfHEAD>: The three pop into existence, back to where they were before. There sits Jitterbug, doodling on a page, bored, before sitting up and smiling, seeing that the group has return
*** AgentOfHEAD is now known as Jitterbug
<Jitterbug>: Hey guys, how'd it go!
Dopples put the beetle down on the table, playing the conversation that they had after they defeated the man for jitters. It can record, it seems.
<Dopples>: "It, uh... wasn't our guy" He said as it finished
<Jitterbug>: Three things. One, that bug is adorable. Two, I can see that, three, we should follow up on that HEAD Stuff
<Jitterbug>: So, what do you guys think we should do next?
Wrong_Way shrugs
<Wrong_Way>: "Wait for another robbery?"
<Jitterbug>: I guess just....keep our eyes and ears open, sure
<Dopples>: "I think we still need to find our thief. The HEAD should be looked at... separately, I guess"
<Jitterbug>: Yeah, it'll keep us a bit occupied in the meantime, and, I think I know how we can deal with them....
Jitterbug pulls out the scribbled on paper, and etches "S-pionage?" on it
<Wrong_Way>: "Puns?"
<Jitterbug>: But, in the meantime, good job, guys! You punched a nazi in the face! That's like, basic heroing 101!
<Jitterbug>: You'll be messaged, the next time The S-men are needed, ya hear?
<Wrong_Way>: "See you guys then."
<Otoki>: "Well, fair enough. I'll be in my class if you need me." he said, walking out of the room.
Wrong_Way heads out
<Dopples>: "Alright, a-and wait! Otoki!" Doppler followed the teacher
<Otoki>: "Hmm?" he turned to face the boy, looking down at him.
Dopples brought the beetle down to him, showing it to Otoki. "I, uh, wanted to talk a bit. You're the only teacher with sound powers, and mine changed a bit since I was gone. I... don't quite know what this is or how I made it, I just do"
<Otoki>: "Sound constructs, hmm? Odd, this is something new alright. It might even be similar to me..." he said, deep in thought. He ran noises of various frequencies through the beetle, testing its reactions.
<Dopples>: It seems to react almost like Otoki would, disturbances in its form seeming to reform itself over time while not being made of anything except for the vibrations.
<Dopples>: It was much weaker, but it seemed to have somewhat of a mind of its own as well. A strange little thing.
<Otoki>: "Curious. It's much like me, a body formed from sounds."
<Dopples>: "Is... there anything I should know. I already accidentally messed up your path on the mission, I don't want to make any mistakes"
<Otoki>: "Well, not really. The sounds used to make this creature are so intense most regular noises shouldn't interrupt it. But any opponent with sound-based powers is dangerous to it."
Dopples nodded, comforting some
<Dopples>: "That's good. And... can I ask something else?"
<Otoki>: "Fire away."
<Dopples>: "Next time you find one of those... demon things, I'd like to come along"
<Otoki>: "Alright, I'm sure something can be arranged. You take music classes anyway."
<Otoki>: "Understandable. Maybe I can get Skyler to join in, too."
<Dopples>: "Alright. Thanks for all the help, Mr. Otoki"
<Otoki>: "No trouble kid. See you Wednesday."
Dopples smiled, giving him a wave as he went off into the school