Ryan Grey: The Architect, All according to keikkaku part 2: keikkaku rising, OR, I insult people when I'm scared.
@all
Ryan swallowed hard. He needed to focus, get his thoughts in order. Right now, he'd been keeping himself together with a cocky, no-fucks given attitude. In the current situation however, his current method of dealing with the world slowly being sucked up into a giant hole in the sky was clearly causing a rift between the group. He knew he wouldn't be able to hide his emotions behind his veneer of confidence for long. He couldn't say if he'd be able to keep himself together over telepathy, but he'd have to try. He also couldn't guarantee that he'd be able to hide...No, focus on something else. Focus on the act, the armor made from rude and disrespectful humor.
"You'll be burning up air inside the facility. There is breathing equipment that will give you three hours of air. If you need to be in there for that long, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it,"
@HellHoundWoof
"Now, buddy, you're not the first person who's wanted to eat me, to take me inside their mouth and savor my tastes, but please, there are children present, and now really isn't the time, all things considered,"
@Ko T'suno
He moved over to one of the tables, beginning to piece together a long-barreled rifle from the various components around. Looking the cowboy-themed hero dead in the eyes, he spoke with a nod, "Gesundheit," he said before returning to his work and beginning to relay the next stages of his plan.
@-QT-
"Now, once I've got the body from that poor mecha-kid who's way more famous than me, I'll have gotten open the vault door, and I'll need you," he said, pointing at Siren, "To use your power to up the power on my sword so I can cut through that door. Sound is just vibration, so if you can control sound, you can boost my sword enough for me to weaken the structure of the door, then the Wicked Witch of Wet can blast it down. Once that's done, I'll need you to pilot the construction mech about ten feet to the elevator, which will bring it up to the garage. I'm going to see what I can do for the robot kid, maybe wake him up, maybe transfer his consciousness into an iphone or something, if his body is beyond easy repair," he said. If he was that far gone, he'd also be salvaging whatever weapons he had, since it wasn't like he'd be using them anymore.
"Once the vault door is open and the mech suit is in the garage, team A and B will need to be in position, which gives you guys at best around five minutes to make it to your target destinations. You're all super heroes, figure it out," he took a moment to click and slide two pieces of a thick metal pipe together. The rifle he was building for the cowboy would be too warped from overheating to fire more than three shots, and he'd have to account for the heat warping the barrel and chamber when he created the rounds and weighted the gun. "Now, once Team A has completed their duties, Team C and I will be in charge of luring Mercy over to the chemical plant, and pushing her into the airlock. Team A will be expected to open their side of the airlock. There'll be some air once she comes in, but it will be far to thin to breathe, let alone produce more than a single fireball. This should render her helpless, assuming her only power is fire-related. However, something about this is telling me she's got a bit more up her sleeve. If I'm wrong, and she's purely a pyrokinetic, than we've won. Team B will fire the second shot into her neck, delivering a nano-explosive payload with a detonator held by yours truly. I'm not going to detonate it, obviously, but she doesn't need to know that," he lied about the last part. His chemical compound was nothing more than food coloring. However, Mercy didn't know that, and if none of the others did, than in the event that she had some sort of mental magic, the only one she could glean that information from would be Ryan, who subscribed to the 'flood one's mind with more filler knowledge than Naruto has filler episodes' school of mental defense.
"I doubt it will be that simple. Assuming we don't automatically win, once she's in there, I'll need the dog to move in to about thirty feet above me, because that's where my flash grenade is going to detonate. This will also be a signal for you to fire the first shot on the canisters, which will create an incredible flash of light, which should serve as a substantial power boost. Team A, make sure to keep your backs to the window, I wouldn't want to risk the two of you being blinded," he stopped for a moment, his hands fluttering over the various mechanical bits and pieces, looking for something with which to make a stock for the gun.
"I'm not as worried about Mercy's eyesight though. Once she's blinded, I'm going to use the construction mech to smash open the east wall, causing all the air to rush in at once and smash her against the back wall. You two will get warned via telepathy, so grab on to something," he continued, attaching a makeshift stock to the gun, putting it in the cowboy-kid's hands before going about crafting the three rounds. "This will leave her wide open for an attack from Team C, and if possible, long range attacks from the human members of Team B. If not, well, that was what the lightshow was for. Once the wall breaks in, Team A and I will do what we can to keep Mercy distracted and off balance, and leave her open to attacks from Teams B and C. Burner, right? Sorry, I'm running out of fire jokes, do you think you can manipulate
Mercy's flames? If you can, even a little, do what you can to pull her fire off target,"
He slipped the rounds into a hand-made magazine, slid it into the gun, locked it, and patted the cowboy on the shoulder.
"Alright gang, what are we waiting for? Let's go beat the crap out of a lady!" He exclaimed.
