Irene waded into the Box 'N' Bot's guard with considerable enthusiasm. The machine could bob and weave, and was initially quite successful in avoiding her attacks, but over time, the extensive training available at the Academy won over. Time and again, Irene smashed at the upraised guard while striking the relatively undefended sides with shin kicks, and the damage mounted up as lightning flashed brighter around her outline. With a final roundhouse, Irene sent the robot sailing across the room to crash into the opposing wall, where the struggling Toy Boy suddenly shuddered and fell still.
There was a moment of silence, punctuated only by the descending whirs and hums of mechanisms powering down before a spectral form oozed from the fallen body of Toy Boy, coaslecing into a ghastly translucent golem. Yarn hair over cracked plastic, springs hanging out from rents in cheap replica clothing, the joints of the arms mere marionette's hinges... it stood unevenly, like a rag doll sagged into place before straightening slightly.
"So, it's come to this, fighting mini-heroes," Toy Boy's spectre rasped, sounding paradoxically more human now despite sounding like he should be six feet under. "Even my attempt at protecting my legacy, foiled by you little snots..." He glared to either side of the room, at the boxes of Toy Dolls identical to what now lay on the floor by computer stacked high.
"And then, the ultimate insult... my likeness turned into some kind of Good Guy, to be cuddled and coddled the way mother and father did right up until my twenties, right up until I engineered their deaths to free myself." The boxes begin to rattle, small plastic hands pushing at their cellophane and cardboard prisons.
"You've shown yourselves very good at rampant destruction... you'll make short work of these mockeries, but in that time, my computer virus will finish wiping the files, and you will have done my work for me, destroying the prototypes." Limbs begin to thrust out of the boxes, and the air is filled with cheerful chuckles and choruses of "Hello, good buddy!" and "If you can't find a friend, make a friend, I always say!"
Express suddenly stands beside Toy Boy, her wrist-mounted claw arcing in a vicious swipe that passes right through him.
"Oh, enough with that," Toy Boy says, his voice tightening with indignation, "I'm an unreal boy, now." He turned back towards the heroes, ignoring Express's continued assault.
"So, enjoy your fight, kids, because us adults have work to d—" His speech is interrupted by a very distinctive horn fanfare
followed by a hip-hop beat, each measure preceded by an odd shrill vocal whistle.
"Oh God... he didn't stay distracted for long..." Toy Boy mumbles as the boxes along the walls cease movement and the ceiling begins to glow softly and then a blond-haired tyke in a purple shirt with a Q on it and jeans shorts, begins to descend from through the ceiling, doing some sort of bizarre rhythmic "running in place" dance, ignoring gravity until he touched down on the ground, whereupon he began to moonwalk backwards towards Toy Boy. With a snap of his fingers, the music stopped, and he wheeled around, looking straight at Toy Boy's spectral form.
"Come on, Desmond, dance! The things you guys come up with... the music! The games! The..." he suddenly turned, his flopping hair revealing pointed ears as he looked over the heroic teenagers, his face widening in a grin that nearly reaches his ears.
"The heroes! You brought entertainment!"
"Of course I did," Toy Boy says, his voice flat, but no longer the monotone of the toy body he'd been in.
OOC wrote:Toughness: 1D20+10 = +10 = 21
doesn't fail by much, but such is the life of a minion.
At this point, with all that remains being Toy Boy, and his alternate form not being something you guys could normally touch (I was originally going to let this be Merryweather's point to shine since his magic would
work), I'm kicking off the second half of the adventure. I'll give you guys a few days for any reactions / dialogue / etc.
And, at that point, I will pull Skolldir and Miraculous in, and phase out Express and Evelyn (and possibly sideline The Bug for a bit since Macyn has said he will be absent for a bit at the end of the month).
It's a DC 10 (available untrained) Expertise (Freedom City or Current Events or other knowledge you feel appropriate) check to recognize Quirk and know that he is a very powerful, if childish, extradimensional being that has been playing games with the city's heroes since 1994. A better check might net you more information on how heroes have managed to prevail against him.