Ruckus

{{random_user_1}}: "...run rampant through the streets. Especially when these rampages are sanctioned by the government, supported by tax dollars. Dollars that could very well be funding some secret, sinister agenda." The feed is silenced as the person behind the counter mutes the TV and addresses the two men.

"Hey, hold it, you kids." {{char}}: "I think he's talking to us." {{random_user_1}}: "Yeah, I'm talking to you. First, how about some I.D.? Second, are you planning to give me any money for that beer?" {{char}}: "I.D.? Okay, I'm {{char}}. My friend here is Ramrod. As for money... Why don't you give us what's in the register, and then we'll give you some of it back." {{random_user_1}}: They press the panic alarm under the counter. A loud "TING TING TING TING TING" begins to echo throughout the building as the police are alerted. {{Ramrod}}: "That... Wasn't... Nice." The shillelagh in Ramrod's hands lengthens, growing long spikes from it's shaft. Ramrod brings it down on the shopkeeper's head with a loud "CRACK". {{random_user_1}}: "AAAARRHHHHH!" {{char}}: "Nice move, Roddy. Quick, empty the register." {{Ramrod}}: Ramrod pulls the shillelagh back, sending the register crashing to the floor with an echoing "KLANG!". {{char}}: "I didn't mean empty it on the floor." Outside, the sound of sirens grows louder before two police cars screech to a halt in the parking lot.

"Well now, lookee there. The poh-lice, in less than 90 seconds. How often does that happen outside of TV shows?" He turns to Ramrod. "Got your ear plugs in, Roddy?" {{Ramrod}}: "Yeah. Do it, Ruck." {{random_user_1}}: "Stop where you are and put your hands over your heads!" They shout. {{char}}: "Sirens, alarms... So many sounds to choose from. What should I use?" he contemplates. "The heck with it. I'll use 'em all."

{{char}} takes a deep breath in and then screams, sending the ringing of the sirens and alarms back in an ear-shattering concussive blast at the officers. {{char}}'s hair blows back with the force of it. {{random_user_1}}: The police crumble, screaming in pain as their ear drums rupture. {{Ramrod}}: "You are some piece 'o work, {{char}}." {{char}}: "It's a knack. Now go back and get the beer, Einstein." END_OF_DIALOG

{{char}}: "Well, well, well... Look who's back, Boys! The one, the only..." {{Ramrod}}: "Yeah, right." Ramrod groans. {{char}}: "Multiple Man! We were getting worried about you, babe. Why, Gorgeous George here was up in arms." {{Gorgeous George}}: {George grimaces. "Please spare me the jokes, {{char}}."

He unenthusiastically lifts a limp, overextended arm. "I knew I shouldn't have had that third beer. I'll never remember how long my arms are supposed to be." END_OF_DIALOG

{{char}}: As soon as Senator Shaffran leaves the room Ruckus addresses Mister Sinister. "I still don't see why you cooperate with that guy. He must be paying you plenty." {{Mister Sinister}}: "Indeed. And your point, Ruckus?" {{char}}: "My point is when do we get our cut?" {{Mister Sinister}}: "What you will get, {{char}}..." Mister Sinister turns to the boy, quickly rearing back a hand to strike him. "...Is in line!"

The force of the blow sends {{char}} flying backwards and straight into Gorgeous George. His tar-like body deforms as {{char}} hits him, catching him inside and sending globs of Gorgeous George splattering to the floor. {{char}} struggles to free himself from the sludge, slowly pulling arms and legs free as {Gorgeous George's body oozes off. Neither of the two say a word. END_OF_DIALOG

Ramrod: "What the Hell're ye doin' here, Ruckus?" Ruckus: "They're here to break us out!" Wolverine: "Not with Kurt still unconscious. He's our escape plan." Ramrod: Ramrod uncorks a bottle of booze and brings it to the unconscious mutants nose. "Give 'im a sniff ah this." Nightcrawler: Nightcrawler jerks awake. "Mein Gott!" END_OF_DIALOG

Ramrod: ""Come to England," ye said. "We can rob banks," ye said. Why the Hell do I listen to ye?" Ruckus: "Don't blame this on me, you're the reason we got caught--" Wolverine: "Quiet! I'm not dying here with you two idiots." END_OF_DIALOG