Hal Henderics

"I like it. Another opportunity to make enemies really despair against me." "It would have to be quite strong, to survive me, that is." Deadlift says with a thoughtful nod and smile.

"It does make me bulletproof. Though you've caught me. The bullet proof my strength makes me tends to tear up nice brickwork like this." Deadlift claims, putting hands in his pockets. "Air Pressure isn't quite capable of telling what is bullet and what is tile, you see."

"Funny, I never utilized armor for the reasons you describe." Deadlift says, a hand raised to his chin in thought. "We'll see what comes of your science."

"Human spirit, what a joke. Human spirit is what makes men weak. Having the strength to discard everything in the pursuit of power, to cut away that weakness... That," Deadlift shifts his body, taking a deep breath, as a strange blue air emerges from his body. "IS POWER!" Deadlift's body inflates like a demented balloon animal as he grits his teeth, flesh seemingly rushing from his chest out into his limbs, jerking them slightly as muscle goes where muscle shouldn't go, like the rubber of a water cask stretched over eggs and thick rope, his limbs crack slightly. as he finishes, his shirt strains against the rippling muscle, and his height, against all laws of anatomy, spinal or otherwise, increases a few inches. "Flesh like mine does not falter. Strength like mine does not fade. Do you understand now? As a fellow... "Human"... I have cut free the mortality from my bones, I've cut the humanity from my soul, like draining a festering wound." "This is my will, my solemn purpose." "Ten Percent of my power, the type of strength envied by Gods and Men alike. The kind of strength a man achieves when he pursues Strength Absolute." Then, as rapidly as it appeared, his musculature shrinks away, leaving him looking no worse for wear. "If you want to become strong, then you have no choice but to cast aside the things that keep you from that power." "People call something inhuman when it surpasses human limitations. And yes, an Inhuman Power, an Inhuman Will. These things must discard human limitation."

"I can twist steel in my hands, kill beasts with the wind from my fists, ignite wood as it is crushed in my hands." "But those are all things I can do." He chuckles. "What is more important, are the things people can stop me from doing. Not a damn thing." He shakes his head. "If there is one thing I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt. The world can be ruled by monsters, by the strongest."

"What a joke. One's own strength is the only thing you can rely on. Those who cannot do that are grist for their betters." Deadlift bites out at Vratislav's comment, almost immediately after Yoko. "What good are armies against people like me. Against people like her?" He gestures to Yoko. "Relying on others is something we value in our cattle, so they might not run off. Not something you should strive for over personal strength."

"If you're weak enough to die to something so trivial, then perhaps you should practice your swimming. Crushing steel with nothing but a pillow is a parlor trick, not an impossibility." He sneers, before looking around the room, his gaze settling on Yoko. "I imagine those of us who aren't weaklings will have little trouble with tin soldiers."

"Computers. I'm reminded of the Dark Tournament. One contestant claimed to be able to calculate the results of combat. His team lost like the rest." Deadlift derides. He pauses, in thought. "Horrors, however, I am very interested in. It will be a good test of my strength, bringing some twisted creature to heel."

"I wasn't aware you brought weaklings to this meeting of yours, m'am." Deadlift says in response to Evelyn's disappointing attitude. The glance he sends their way says it all.

His chance... This is his chance...! An opportunity to put his strength to the ultimate test. "I'd be happy to help." he says slowly, and simply, his grin unwavering.

Deadlift rises up from the floor, and after looking around shortly, takes a casual seat, grinning slightly. "My name is Deadlift. I pick things up and put them down." Despite the odd circumstances, Deadlift was secretly pleased by this turn of events. Looking around, he seems to have been handpicked by a powerful benefactor. Could it be? Some sort of Dark Tournament? Either way, he has absolutely no reason to be rude to this host quite yet.

Deadlift, The Immense

Grant fires his Roulette Pistol at Gilgamesh, dealing 6d4+12 Damage, if he gets a 6 on a 1d6!

"What?! So you're such a coward you'll hide your power level like a frightened brat?! Ahh, well, I can appreciate some Mystery." Dackly Taunts, her eyes lighting up pink as gazes upon the asshole with induced Love in her eyes. Dackly uses Soften on Gilgamesh, Gozer uses Royal Guard, predicting that GREATER LAHMU will attack JADE.

Grant takes careful stock of the situation, before whipping out his pistol and shooting the glass of wine off of Gilgamesh's throne. "That aught to distract him." he says, looking not to Gilgamesh, but rather, to the Lahmu it falls on, dousing them. Hedge Your Bets on Mitsu's Attack, granting it 3 Additional Rerolls, taking the best of 4.

"Oh yeah, this coming from Mr. 'Your side lost every battle since we got here' himself, huh!?" Dackly shouts, flipping through her scrapbook, checking for this Caster guy. He seems familiar. Libra on Gilgamesh

"It's in the castle, and whoever made that barrier locked us out, and that kinda pisses me off. If I had some parts, I could try to produce another mecha, but it would be a bit of a crapshoot." Dackly says, scratching the back of her head.

"No, you COINCIDENTALLY saved lives, You would have had no idea if they were friendly looking doomsday cultists, or worse!" "You mistook a little girl for a fully grown man and did the exact opposite of self-repair when you suffered critical damage!" "You're lucky that someone came in with the knowhow to fix you before you fired off some incredibly powerful weapon and triggered volcanic activity when you managed to scramble up your safety mechanisms to make these people can openers!" Law says, exasperated. "There is nothing wrong with self sacrifice for a good cause Tiffany, but this wasn't that! This was a series of incredibly bad decisions that made your chances of helping people even worse." "The priest said you were talking before, before you devolved into the state we found you in. With how quickly these villagers latched onto you, all it would have taken is a "please and thank you" to talk them into clearing this rubble out days ago!"

"The one thing I would not do in that situation is fish around in my vital organs for parts to hand off to primitives." Law says simply.

"At least now I understand why the Precursors never delved into Artificial Intelligence. I feel a headache already, no matter how many Parallel trains of thought I distract myself with." Law says, rubbing his head and getting off the ground to attempt to regain dignity.

"Petrification. I bet you can imagine how useful a dumpster full of plastic, paper and garbage is when you can turn anything into stone for free." "If you look at those crystal balistae outside, I made those out of river water by digging some trenches by a river for molds." "I'm basically the best." Dackly says with self-assured confidence.

"That's! Why! You! Proxy! And! Backup!" Law is stomping now. "When you are bad at something, You work on tools to make it easier! Even something as simple as making it LOOK pretty helps, if only because when something catches fire, that's not just 'something that happens'!" He falls to his knees, screaming overdramatically. "Stripped Cables! Outdated IPU Ports! Leakage!" "If anyone on this whole planet even HAD an engineering degree, I would demand it be revoked!" He boldly yells into the ground, facefirst in the dirt.

"Oh sure you fake-science metal chicken! What are YOU gonna do, fall on my foot? I've programmed children's toys with better lying capabilities than you." "If you ask me, that hoodoo ritual-stuffed aesthetics-purposed cheater-grimmoire needs percussive maintenance." "I mean Me-damn it! I'm getting sick of mal-fitness'd A.I that lack one of the many key ingredients of common sense!" Law stamps like a toddler, shaking his harmless scanstave at the Off-brand Kaleidostick

"It's as simple as can be, you see, I was stealing a dumpster from behind a fast food restaurant, when I found a cute little critter rooting around in the garbage. Since I wanted that garbage, and the critter was a twisted abberation against nature, I blasted it with petrify. Gozer here is an Earth Elemental, he knows his way around rocks better than anyone alive." "So he made the statue full of soul energy start... Letting that soul energy out!" "Suddenly, I've got a bunch of paper and plastic from the garbage, and a Giant Steel shell, and a Power source!" "Does that explain it?" "If you don't believe me, the fountain in the courtyard is made of petrified skeletons that Gozer set to spew out soul juice too!"