The living mannequins are quite human, and seem to be in a sort of fugue state. Just how real IS pyramid power.

"we can't just leave them here to die of thirst or starvation.  The only thing I can come up with is to have them taken by us or by some ambulances to some Hospital. that way the victims can put them on some form of medical procedure to keep them alive... or cured somehow."

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In reply to The Stuntman (msg # 153):

Darryl shakes his head. "I don't know why the Hawk hates guns. I use one myself. But while we share some physical characteristics,  his mind is alien to me. For all I know, he's a reincarnation of Horus, the Egyptian hawk-headed god."

In reply to Darryl Starre (msg # 158):

Drifter shrugs at the reporters comment as he shifts his three handed weapon to his other shoulder.

"Master, the servants don't belong here. They belong in there."

Shade looks at K9. "So as long as they are here, they are making that time/mass imbalance thing that makes the quake?" He gestured at the now immobile foes. "It sounds like we have to bring them across."

He gestures, causing a large shadow hand to rise from the ground. The floating extension of shadow was easily bigger than a man, and clearly strong enough to gather up all of the foes.

In reply to K9 (msg # 160):

with a sigh Drifter proceeds to sling his tazer, before he manhandles the fellows across the great divide.

with hope one of them would give him a tip for his assist.
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Desiree frowned as she lowered her binoculars, asking herself why the Crusaders were here.  Her client had hired her to find out why McClain's wasn't supplying the iron he had paid for.  Whatever has the Crusaders here, probably has something to do with her case.  Of course whatever brought the Crusaders here was going to be big.  She reached back and hung her binoculars on the handlebars of her harley.  She better get down there and help if she wanted in on the action.  If Mr Goldsmith found out the Crusaders were the ones to solve the problem, he might try to cut her pay.  And being seen working with the Crusaders could only do good things to her reputation and if something big was going down, she should help as much as she could.

She strode down the hillside she was on, sliding a little bit through the dirt and when she got within 10 feet of the 10 foot tall chain link fence, she bent her knees a little bit extra and then with a surge leaped over the fence, landing 10 feet beyond it with a slight flex of her knees.  Striding confidently up to the building she saw the Crusaders enter, she listened carefully, trying to catch a hint of what was going on.

She walked through a door the Crusaders had left open, confident that her nigh-invulnerability would protect her from any attack as she looked around curiously.  She heard some talking from ahead and strode down the hallway in that direction.  Stopped in the doorway, a slight glow around her body, as she took in the glowing portal, the fallen foes and the Crusaders, but mainly the glowing portal.  "What the Heck??!"

In reply to Desiree Diamond (msg # 163):

startled by an unfamiliar voice Drifter drops whatever he is carrying and clutches about for his assault tazer.  His eyes darting about till they find the source of the declaration


"halt... friend or foe" he queries with a gasp

"Not an anomaly, master. She is from this time period."

Darryl spins, having heard her light steps on the concrete floor before she spoke. He recognizes her, having tried (and failed) to get a one-on-one interview before. "Ah, Detective Diamond! How are you tonight? Let me guess.....you tracked me down, feeling guilty about avoiding an interview? No?"


01:47, Today: Darryl Starre rolled 11 using 3d6.  Superbeings 13-.

In reply to Darryl Starre (msg # 166):

"Is anyone else going to help and K9 get these people and the equipment back to where they belong?  No need of setting off a time quake, let alone a dimensional one.  We do not need to leave the weapons functional though, do we?

Oh hello Mam" Drifter responds to the presence of the newly arrived person.
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In reply to Drifter (msg # 167):

"What do you think I am doing? Sheesh..." Shade says, gathering up the fallen foes in the enormous shadow hand. He glances back at Detectice Diamond. At least she thinks he does, as his body and head are made of some sort of solid shadow.

"Oh, hey hows it going? We are about to transport these mind controlled goons back to thier dimension in an effort to get our people back. And so time does not go all quakey. And if you think I understand any of that, I in fact dont and Robot dog is calling the shots." He gestures as K9.

As Drifter pointed his strange weapon at her, Desiree lowered her sunglasses a bit to look over the top of the frames, "Friend obviously, you all are Crusaders."  She blinked as she looked down at K9, she had heard about the robot dog, but never seen it before and hadn't been sure if it had actually existed.

At Mr Starre's quip of her looking for him, "Were you trying to get an interview with me?  I must have missed that," she flashed the man a quick smile as she pushed her sunglasses back up.  She wasn't sure who the man was, but he was obviously part of the Crusaders so she could make time for an interview with him. "If you still want that interview, we can talk after this."

"Which goes back to my original question, What the heck is going on here?"  The busty blonde detective asked again as she entered the room and started helping move some of the heavier equipment carefully.  "Hello, so we are moving this stuff into that portal?" She nodded at Shade, a little confused about where he was facing but perfectly fine with him focusing on what he was doing and as he mentioned that the robot dog knew what was going she asked K9, "Do I want to know what happens with a Time Quake?  Or is it just very very bad? None of this stuff is going to explode right?" 

In reply to Desiree Diamond (msg # 169):

"well technically neither I nor K9 here are Crusaders.  We are both just vagabonds wandering around helping out here and there trying to make a little dinero. Ergo the name Drifter! If I ever had a real name I can not remember it.

I hooked up with K9 here when I met a Gallifreyan known as The Doctor or Dr Who. OH by the way K9 is a real AI not a robot. Please treat him as a real person.

As to what is going on here... these operatives are people out of time and space and we are trying to get them back to where they belong before the Multiverse catches on to what is what and shows her displeasure.  Oof this one is heavy" Drifter ends with a grunt as he drags the hood across the great divide.
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Darryl's lean frame bends to the task of bringing the humanoid drones back through the portal.

Desiree nodded at Grifter as the man asked her to treat K9 like she would anyone else as she helped move bodies and equipment, moving the bigger stuff that a normal human couldn't move on their own.  "Could these guys be responsible for iron shipments not getting sent out?"  She asked curiously as she tried to make sense of what was going on here, "Why were these guys here anyway?"

Turning to K9, Desiree asked the AI dog, "If they took stuff from out world to theirs," she paused hesitantly as she tried to process other dimensions, "would that pose a problem?"

Darryl says "until recently, these guys were transformed into Humanoid juggernauts and were transporting ore by the ton from this time period to ancient Egypt through this pyramidal time-space portal. Our job is to reclaim the ore and bring it back to this time period before temporal shear rends history."

In reply to Desiree Diamond (msg # 172):

"The world is the same, it is different points on the timeline that is the problem. Different worlds would pose no difficulty. Dimensional travel is quite possible and in some cases very profitable.  For example Master Drifter here traversed the void to find The Doctor to see if I was available.  It is just something he does... regularly" 
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with a raised eyebrow Drifter wonders if
Desire needed a new outlet.

"I could show you how simple it is if you wanted to go on a road trip.  Naturally I would call shotgun"

Desiree nodded at Darryl as the man summed up what the goals of the current mission.  Cross time stuff was beyond her experience. And while she didn't know what a time shear was, it didn't sound good, so she was there to help, even if she was feeling like a fish out of the water.  Even though she was never going to show it to them.

As K9 explained that dimensional trade was okay, but not time trade, for a lack of a better word.  She didn't know what the difference was and frankly it was necessary for her to at this point, she just needed to know what needed to be done.  "Right, we stuff these guys back through the portal and pull back the stuff taken there." She frowned as the thought about moving tons of ore back through.  "Umm, how much time do we have before the portal goes down?"

At Grifter's offer of travelling with him, the busty blonde shock her head, "Now is not the time, Grifter."

Once all the goons had been shoved through the portal, Shade nodded. "Ok, it should be fine for normal people to go through safely, but best let me and anyone who is super humanly durable to use the portal first just to be sure. Ummm...gonna  grab a snack frist."

Shade proceeds to absorb part of the floor where his feet would be. Rather then the pool of darkness which followed him about as he moved.

OOC-doing body transfer to keep the duration going.07:49, Today: Shade rolled 14 using 3d6.
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once the last thug has been relocated Drifter decides it is time to be on the road again.

"Thanks Shade. So K9 where do you want to go now? How about Darkover or The Many Coloured Land?
 perhaps Sydney or Salisbury?  If you want to come along also Master Shade your more than welcome:)"
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"Master, shouldn't we retrieve the displaced mass, and Mr. Stuntman, first? The portal is quite safe for human transport."

"oops my mind does seem to wonder a lot at times I guess K9... my bad.

Do you think The Stuntman will ever consider hiring me as his comic side kick?

I could show him the Teluvian stunt throw!  basically it is just a sacrifice throw with a nifty name"