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WHO: imPorts who show an inTerest
WHERE: Heropa Convention Center
WHEN: August 30th
WHAT: America'sNext Top ImPort and other secrets are revealed
WARNINGS: Superhero violence probably
Hold on, didn't this month's swear-in already happen? It sure did, but the media swarming the steps of the Heropa Convention Center is even more vast and frenzied than a couple weeks ago. After all, swear-ins happen every month, but at least until next year, there's only going to be one
The actual presentation will take place in a large ballroom with a raised stage on top. Upon the stage is a podium, an electric Edison vehicle (complete with life-sized, autographed cardboard cutout of Melon Husk in the passenger seat) and a large novelty check for one million dollars(!!!) Who will win these fabulous prizes, which also include the difficult-to-physically present all-expenses paid trip and national platform for a personal charity or cause? Let's find out!
...after a few lengthy speeches. After a slight delay (all the better to drive up anticipation!) Melon Husk takes the stage to deliver some remarks on imPorts: what they mean to today's America, how they have affected culture, and how their vast breadth of backgrounds and experiences has inspired the geniuses of tomorrow, ahem. With this segue, he talks up award coalition head and Rainforest Inc. CEO Beff Jezos in his introduction, getting the applause started himself as he steps back from the podium.
Beff himself gives Melon a brief nod as he offers his own prepared remarks, which center largely around sincere gratitude for the ImPorts and all they do and his hope that they'll continue to play a big part in the future. As his speech comes to a close, he pulls out a thick envelope and tears it open. It's time.
"The view from the top is great. I should know," Beff says. "And now let me introduce you to America's Top ImPort....Joseph Kavinsky!"
The crowd goes wild! Confetti falls from the ceiling as the winner is ushered to the stage to deliver a few remarks of their own. Hope you prepared some remarks, hero!
The next hour or so of the awards ceremony is similar to the party portion of a swear in — free food, drinks and the adulation of attendees who managed to gain admittance. The winning imPort as well as others in attendance can expect to be near-constantly pulled aside by news outlets for brief interviews regarding their thoughts on the award, their heroic career, and the latest hot goss (do you think the winner deserves this illustrious honor? Should YOU have won? Spill!)
But the show isn't over. Without fanfare, Beff re-takes the stage, tapping the microphone to get everyone's attention before immediately launching into another impromptu speech. He thanks attendees for coming; thanks award sponsors for contributing; and thanks imPorts themselves.
"Sincerely, I thank you," he says. "Because now I'll get to go home."
There's a brief whirring sounds before the convention center erupts into chaos as all robot doubles that haven't been destroyed (as well as some semi-horrifying, half-completed new ones) burst through the skylights. Looking more determined than ever, they attack both imPorts and locals without discrimination. In the tumult, Beff seems to disappear.
Heroes on site (as well as those who hurry to the convention center after panicked alerts go out) have quite a crisis on their hands. The robot doubles are numerous and aggressive, and similarly to the themed criminals that have recently plagued imPort cities, they seem to exploit the weaknesses of known imPort abilities — although with varying degrees of success. Despite this, when they gain the advantage in the fight, they seem to start pulling their punches. It's as though they want imPorts to use their powers more than they want to win.
Despite the superior numbers, imPorts have begun to turn to the tide when a large mecha crashes through the wall. Over a story tall, apparently partly constructed from Edison cars and piloted by Beff Jezos in a semi-transparent cockpit, it quickly begins to make a real melee mess of things. While the mecha is equipped with a few medium-damage lasers atop its shoulders, it's mainly focused on smashing the absolute crap of everything around it — and it's good at what he does, thanks to its heavily reinforced armor. It'll take some work to take this behemoth down.
[OOC: It's a team effort, but want to be the one to make the final blow? Click HERE! We will RNG in approximately 24 hours.]
The convention center is the last place anyone would expect a mighty battle to take place, but eventually, Beff's mecha falls and he's dragged out of the cockpit looking somewhat worse for wear. "You think you've won," he hisses through a fat lip. "But it's too late. I don't belong here, and everything you've done today — you're sending me home!"
What on Earth..? Before any heroes can interrogate him, Beff is whisked away by the Heropa police. Congrats, heroes, you've won the day again! Er, maybe sift through the rubble to see if any free drinks are still available?
WHERE: Heropa Convention Center
WHEN: August 30th
WHAT: America's
WARNINGS: Superhero violence probably
Hold on, didn't this month's swear-in already happen? It sure did, but the media swarming the steps of the Heropa Convention Center is even more vast and frenzied than a couple weeks ago. After all, swear-ins happen every month, but at least until next year, there's only going to be one
AMERICA'S NEXT
top imPort..!!
The actual presentation will take place in a large ballroom with a raised stage on top. Upon the stage is a podium, an electric Edison vehicle (complete with life-sized, autographed cardboard cutout of Melon Husk in the passenger seat) and a large novelty check for one million dollars(!!!) Who will win these fabulous prizes, which also include the difficult-to-physically present all-expenses paid trip and national platform for a personal charity or cause? Let's find out!
...after a few lengthy speeches. After a slight delay (all the better to drive up anticipation!) Melon Husk takes the stage to deliver some remarks on imPorts: what they mean to today's America, how they have affected culture, and how their vast breadth of backgrounds and experiences has inspired the geniuses of tomorrow, ahem. With this segue, he talks up award coalition head and Rainforest Inc. CEO Beff Jezos in his introduction, getting the applause started himself as he steps back from the podium.
Beff himself gives Melon a brief nod as he offers his own prepared remarks, which center largely around sincere gratitude for the ImPorts and all they do and his hope that they'll continue to play a big part in the future. As his speech comes to a close, he pulls out a thick envelope and tears it open. It's time.
"The view from the top is great. I should know," Beff says. "And now let me introduce you to America's Top ImPort....Joseph Kavinsky!"
The crowd goes wild! Confetti falls from the ceiling as the winner is ushered to the stage to deliver a few remarks of their own. Hope you prepared some remarks, hero!
The next hour or so of the awards ceremony is similar to the party portion of a swear in — free food, drinks and the adulation of attendees who managed to gain admittance. The winning imPort as well as others in attendance can expect to be near-constantly pulled aside by news outlets for brief interviews regarding their thoughts on the award, their heroic career, and the latest hot goss (do you think the winner deserves this illustrious honor? Should YOU have won? Spill!)
But the show isn't over. Without fanfare, Beff re-takes the stage, tapping the microphone to get everyone's attention before immediately launching into another impromptu speech. He thanks attendees for coming; thanks award sponsors for contributing; and thanks imPorts themselves.
"Sincerely, I thank you," he says. "Because now I'll get to go home."
There's a brief whirring sounds before the convention center erupts into chaos as all robot doubles that haven't been destroyed (as well as some semi-horrifying, half-completed new ones) burst through the skylights. Looking more determined than ever, they attack both imPorts and locals without discrimination. In the tumult, Beff seems to disappear.
Heroes on site (as well as those who hurry to the convention center after panicked alerts go out) have quite a crisis on their hands. The robot doubles are numerous and aggressive, and similarly to the themed criminals that have recently plagued imPort cities, they seem to exploit the weaknesses of known imPort abilities — although with varying degrees of success. Despite this, when they gain the advantage in the fight, they seem to start pulling their punches. It's as though they want imPorts to use their powers more than they want to win.
Despite the superior numbers, imPorts have begun to turn to the tide when a large mecha crashes through the wall. Over a story tall, apparently partly constructed from Edison cars and piloted by Beff Jezos in a semi-transparent cockpit, it quickly begins to make a real melee mess of things. While the mecha is equipped with a few medium-damage lasers atop its shoulders, it's mainly focused on smashing the absolute crap of everything around it — and it's good at what he does, thanks to its heavily reinforced armor. It'll take some work to take this behemoth down.
[OOC: It's a team effort, but want to be the one to make the final blow? Click HERE! We will RNG in approximately 24 hours.]
The convention center is the last place anyone would expect a mighty battle to take place, but eventually, Beff's mecha falls and he's dragged out of the cockpit looking somewhat worse for wear. "You think you've won," he hisses through a fat lip. "But it's too late. I don't belong here, and everything you've done today — you're sending me home!"
What on Earth..? Before any heroes can interrogate him, Beff is whisked away by the Heropa police. Congrats, heroes, you've won the day again! Er, maybe sift through the rubble to see if any free drinks are still available?
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"Guessing you have some Earth based lizard people where you're from? You wouldn't be the first imPort I've met who knew one of those. But yeah, humans are pretty weird, but I kind of like them."
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That was a bit of an understatement about Killer Croc. A man who had literally changed skin color one day and somehow gotten more dangerous.
"Eh, we're not all bad," she said, standing up and stretching herself out, both hands on the small of her back.
"Who knew tin cans were so tiresome."
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Or maybe this guy's just a mutant, like Josh's friend.
"I mean, some humans I've met are pretty awesome. And I've had to fight robots before, so I'm used to this. At least these aren't set to detonate when they take too much damage."
That had been...bad when the android, Nancy, self destructed in the middle of a fight with her. He's just glad he was only knocked unconscious and not killed by the blast.
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"Yeah, not my first rodeo with 'em either," she replied, shaking her head. "But in fairness, the computer-factory making them blew up, so...yeah, that's just bad."
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After all, he's not as durable as some non-human species he's heard about or seen here seem to be. It wouldn't have been entirely surprising if that explosion had killed him.
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She was on her feet, another unfinished bot of someone running past, chasing a civilian. She whipped out a batarang tied to a line, wrapping the thing up tightly. A quick, hard pull brought it directly back into a high kick going the other way, doing massive damage to its midsection.
She watched it fall, sparking and twisting, before going dark. "Sounds like 'fun', with air quotes and everything."
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He notices another bot coming towards him so he spins, cracking his baton against its jaw. This one seems a bit sturdier than the last one, and seems to hold up to the attack. Then he notices what it looks like.
"Huh. So they did make one of me, too."
The face isn't right, and the scales seem fake, like perfectly copy and pasted cut outs to make up it's 'skin' instead of the more natural and organic pattern of Jonathan's real scales.
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"Oh, geez, I am so sorry. That has to be...really awful for you."
At a guess, she'd guess he probably found it a lot more offensive than she would. Like a cartoon stereotype.
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And then he stomps on the neck of the robot, breaking it.
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She looked around, for the next one. Inevitably, the next one.
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Sure, they were focusing on making humans, not Reptilians, but he's sure the Reptilians would have been even more accurate since the people making them were much more familiar with their own physiology.
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She said it with a certain amount of unease, that conclusion having been bubbling to the surface with each robot fought.
"Like the point is just to keep us here and not actually beat us."
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It's just natural to fight the robots coming after them, since they're the obvious threat. But if they just dodge around and try to slip away...he's sure they could get around them.
"Did you see which way Beff Jezos went at the start of all this?"
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She started off, determined, glancing over her shoulder.
"You coming?"
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There's no way he's going to miss finding out what all of this is about.