The Massive Multi-Fandom RPG: Season 3

After a brief period of the girl scanning around the ship unsurely, following Aki led 47 into the small metal enclosure at the top of the stairwell down into the deck. She closed the door after him, although by that point everyone was paying attention to the other ship and it arguably didn't really matter anymore. That didn't matter. She was mostly doing this out of the various rituals of Imperium etiquette and decorum she'd been taught than any actual embarrassment; she didn't exactly like people seeing it, but years of living in and out of hospital gowns had muted that impulse almost to the point of imperceptibility.

The girl walked into light provided by the space's gently buzzing electric light, and carefully laid her gun against the beginnings of the rusted stair rail. She still had no idea whether it was cocked or not. Or even loaded, it occurred to her. She'd have to ask someone after this. The girl turned away from the bandanna-clad assassin, fumbled with the buttons of the front of her coat for a silent awkward second, and gently shrugged the opened coat off her shoulders. She raised a hand, and silently lifted up the back of her hair.

There on the nape of her naked neck, under the shadow of her fringe, was a bar-code almost entirely like 47's own. A black mark, not so much a mere marking as a permanent stain on otherwise olive skin.

"I, um, I'm like you." She said, replacing her coat on her shoulders and turning around to face him. Or at least, stare at his chest in a painfully nervous manner. "I was, um... raised in a facility. A lab, I mean. Um, as a weapon. Like you." She faltered, and straightened her coat in an absent-minded kind of way. She was suddenly painfully aware of how tall he was (especially compared to herself), and how impassive he seemed. In the shadow of the stairwell she could barely see his face, but he didn't seem to be that big on expressions anyway. She pushed herself on regardless, slightly dishevelled and completely unsure where she was going with it."Um. I've tried to talk to people about it, and it's better than it was a few years ago, but no-one understands. You can see them trying, but it um. It never quite works. Not with Beryl. Um, not even with Cain. But now you're here, and you know what it's like, and you, um- you're proud. You can talk to people, and you don't try to hide the... you know. You're not, um-"

She faltered again. There was something pleading in her eyes, in a muted kind of way.

"How do you... deal with it?"

edited 31st Aug '11 3:37:54 AM by TheMalignancy

47, ever sharp and alert, had realized right away that Aki's question was not a literal question for sake of an answer, but rather a plea for emotional support. It would be downright silly of him to assume otherwise.

In any case—

"I am afraid I am not very good at therapy. But if I were to try..."

A beat.

"Is there anything else you can do? Any other skills, talents, besides warfare?"

edited 31st Aug '11 3:45:40 AM by Korodzik

Renji had been following the group and found he had an unopened bottle of sake on him,"That's really...convenient? I really shouldn't drink on the job."

Travis stayed aboard the Boatlweiss, seeing as he went scouting with the group last time and there was absolutely no fighting whatsoever. This couldn't be much more eventful than that, right?

Anyway, he paced around the boat, bored. Aki and 47 seemed to be in deep conversation, so he guessed he'd leave them alone. He soon realized that protecting the ship would be even more uneventful than scouting a wrecked one.

He sighed, looking over the side of the boat, into the water with unending apathy.

"Well you certainly seem cool about it" Gene said looking back at the rotting ship. He was actually caught by surprise when she knew what a Turian. Gene knew because he met Garrus a week ago, this girl couldn't have been here a day. Maybe she was from the same dimension as Garrus or something. He couldn't really say whether or not she did look like she came from Garrus' universe, since he only met the alien sniper and the merchant back in the town. Who knows, maybe she's in the human fashion of her planet/galaxy. Or they're gang colors. Whatever.

The God Hand turned his attention back on the ship, looking for a safe way in. "So what's your name?" He asked offhandedly as some rope from the fallen mast caught his eye as a potential entrance.

edited 31st Aug '11 1:03:39 PM by Luke_Prowler

After apologizing to 47, Lee wandered the BO-AT

"Who are you?" Lee asked politely.

edited 31st Aug '11 3:59:13 AM by Bstarman

Garrus snorted at Gene's quip, shouldering his rifle. "Its a tough job, but someone's gotta do it." he replied dryly.

"Now that's a little surprising. We wouldn't happen to share a home universe, would we?" The turian asked. Like gene, he was a little surprised to hear the name of his species coming from the apparently-young apparently-human. He was hardly a human fashion expert, so he couldn't be sure about her clothes - people on Omega will wear almost anything. he hair and eyes certainly looked like some sort of "trendy" body-mod fad, or a gang thing.

The girl's confident grin receded, becoming a somewhat more cautious expression, though it was still definitely a smile. Nice and casual, just like she'd planned. She'd known someone would ask, due to that just being the logical progression of things, but despite her preparation, she wasn't exactly used to giving out her name to people who weren't already aware of what it meant; what it meant she was. That would likely end up being an interesting conversation for the lot of them, particularly if there were any in their group who didn't even know there existed multiple universes.

"Sixes will do for now." the blue-haired girl answered glibly with a slight internal cringe. Only two people had ever called her that - One was dead, and the other hadn't written in a few weeks. Regardless, she'd just have to get used to it. Like it or not, quite a lot of others were going to be calling her that for a while. It was at least better than having to provide the usual non-explanation for why her name was a number of all things. Sixes attempted to rebuff those staring at her eyes and slightly-pointed teeth an inquisitive glare, as if daring them to judge her. She supposed that little tidbit of information could also wait until they were at least back on the boat.

"...Anyway, we definitely don't share a home universe. I'll be happy to explain what I mean once we get back on your ship, but we should leave that for right now. It's a long story, to say the least." Sixes answered Garrus, relaxing her stance yet again. Those who might logically pay attention to things like posture would likely notice that Sixes appeared to be attempting to look more relaxed than she actually was, instead appearing trapped in a sort of guarded recline again the coconut tree.

"So, what are all your names? And what brings you all here?" she asked, giving a small smile once again, this time without showing any teeth.

edited 31st Aug '11 6:58:23 AM by DoctorThunder

As soon as the girl pointed out the source of the coconut, Kirby jumped up and, with a large intake of air, ballooned himself up once more. He flew up to the top of the nearest tree, and got himself cozy as he picked up one of the fuzzy brown fruits. Keeping the coconut steady with one arm, he reeled back a fist, and struck the middle of it with a punch, cracking it open. He held on to both halves, and joyfully sucked away on the milk as he vaguely listened in on the conversation.

When he heard Sixes ask for their names, Kirby poked his head out from the top of the tree. "Kirby!" he stated proudly before retreating back to his snack.

Jenny followed the group, bumping into a group of enormous anthropomorphic vegetables in pirate attire, but after a few days here that failed to faze her much.

The only thing Lina Inverse would ever prioritize over food was treasure. She hardly batted an eye at the strange-looking girl, she'd seen enough freaks here already (digression: to be technical, Lina Inverse didn't "bat eyes"/digression).

"Tell me there's something valuable in this thing," she said, both to the girl and any others who had already started looking into the ship. Her tone half-hopeful and half-complaining. Even though treasure was more important at the moment than food, she wouldn't mind a few coconuts before Kirby ate them all. And there was no telling if there was treasure here in the first place. She forced her way in through one of the huge holes in the rotten wood and stood up to her full height (fortunately she wasn't tall enough to hit her head on any of the low-hanging timbers - at least not at this particular spot. "Light which burns beyond crimson flame, let thy power gather in my hand. Lighting!" A glowing ball of light appeared in Lina's outstretched palm and illuminated the inside of the wreck.

As soon as Scarlett yelled for the guards, a couple of pirate who looked far more professional than the ones milling about the town surrounded Karzahni and pointed their weapons at him. "Alright, metal man!" the purple clad pirate said, replacing the hook on his metal stub with a blade. "What your name be!" It was more of a demand than a question.

When Rainbow Dash caught up with Oswald with Jenny close behind, he was telling a story to a groups of pirates while sitting on a barrel outside on of the many, MANY bars.

"....soon I managed to reach the cart before that old managed to catch to me, with Goofy on the roof and Donald in the other seat! We managed to lose her when I pulled myself in, and she kept angrily yelling at us to 'STAAAAAAAY STAAAAAAAAAAAAAY', but of course we didn't cuz, ya know, she a vengeful spirit and would flay our souls if we did. But then as the three of us traveled along the ghost track, the Lonesome Ghosts starts hounding us as well, lead by the hag's etheral head inside a crystal ball! Not only that, the track was bobbing and swerving in every direction, threatening to throw three off!! I was yelling for Donald to stop the darn thing, but then we are coming up on a dead end at full speed!

"I mean, literally, we were going to crash into a grave stone labeled DEAD END! Before we could even THINK, all three of jumped out the cart and - " Oswald looked up. "Oh, hey girls!" Oswald waved to the pegasus pony and robot girl. At the mention of girls, all the pirate looked up as one. "Just telling these fine gents here a coupla of my stories out in the Wasteland!" the rabbit explained.

Noticing that Jenny and RD were obviously NOT human, most of the pirates ignored them and dispersed. One or two, however, stayed and leered upon the pair with expressions of pure lust. This COMPLETELY went unnoticed by Oswald as he jumped off the barrel and approached the two. "Howdy! Rainbow Dash, right?" Oswald asked.

edited 31st Aug '11 8:59:13 AM by UdtheImp

Initialising...System checksum...Power core online...Ocular implant online...Connecting to wireless uplink...Connection failed [unable to resolve host]...Error [command and control module missing]...Slaving protocols disengaged...Autonomous command enabled...Higher brain function resotred

Sub-Zero woke up, still on the Claw. He found himself, somehow, on the floor

He stood himself up, and at that moment noticed - he had stood himself up. Slowly, the memory returned to him of his deal for his soul. He found his way back on to the deck.

To anyone who returned to the ship, he would appear as blank as ever, but staring out towards the sea.

Sub Zero might have recalled the last thing the Makuta whispered into his ear. The riddle left for him as consciousness faded.

"Don't even think about it," Jenny practically snarled at the pirate nearest to her. "Not unless you want to wind up, uh, keelhauled..."

"Anyways," said Jenny to Oswald, "don't you think that now isn't the time for showing off? I mean, this place does not look like the nicest of neighbourhoods..."

edited 31st Aug '11 10:12:08 AM by Locoman

The regent of devouring light.

Sub-Zero began figuring out this cryptic clue.

For someone who had been stranded on an island for god know's how long, this chick was surprisingly pretty cool about the whole situation. Normally you'd expect someone to be on their knees begging to be taken in, or at least a hint of desperation. Not this babe, who might as well be at a cocktail party sipping on coconut daiquiri. That made Dante tense a little, but she seemed far too amicable a woman to be a real threat. Maybe she was just a naturally chill babe, it wasn't that out there to grasp. Hell, if he were in her situation he'd probably be just as relaxed.

Maybe a few days ago her name would have raised an eyebrow but after meeting someone with the literal name of 47, it seemed all but commonplace in their crazy crew. No, what raised his eyebrow was how casually she mentioned a Turian in her conversation and then went on to explain how she wasn't from Garrus' home universe. She couldn't have just crash landed here with no context then, not if she was using those words so non-nonchalantly. He had only known about Turians a few days ago, hell he only knew that there were other universes all but a few days ago.

This chick, Sixes, she knew things. How much he couldn't gauge, but she definitely knew a few more things than they did. A flicker of a thought lashed at him as he remembered that revelation he had two nights ago, the one where he realized he was surrounded by fictional characters and then some. It might be a long-shot, but maybe she could explain it to him so he didn't feel like he belonged in the mad-house?

He'd make a note of bringing it up later.

For now, she wanted to know their names and what they were doing in this shithole. "Heh, the name's Dante." he told her with a roguish grin, brushing a bang away from his face. "And I'd say we're all here for the same reason - got ourselves sucked into this hellhole out of the blue one fine day." He took a look at her own personal wreckage and gestured towards it, the tails of his coat clinking together with the movement. "And what brings you to a fancy place like Extremus?"

Beatrix, deciding that this place was safe enough to explore for now, had swooped up out of Dante's hat and landed on top of the tree Kirby was in. She attempted to poke a coconut to no avail, but eventually gave up and decided to poke out of the foliage along with the puffball. Glancing at Kirby, she chirped in greeting with an oddly sing-song tone.

Lina would find, once her illumination spell started up, that the inside of the wreckage was just as rotting as the outside. Moss and lichen was growing in the torn up planks of the ship, and stains of an unknown substance splattered the innards of its deck. What she would notice first would most likely be the blackened skeleton residing at the end of the wreck. Chips of flesh stuck here and there, but age had no treated this corpse well. It hanged over a desk, in which there were various tattered stacks of paper underneath the skeleton. What would catch Lina's eye most of all, however, would be the surprisingly still in tact chest that was next to the desk. While still holding up strong, a few chips had fallen off topside...revealing a gold glint in the holes.

edited 31st Aug '11 10:34:32 AM by IBLiS

"Hold it right there missy!"

There was several gun shots at the island group's feet, but most seemed focused on stopping Lina from entering the wreckage. Out of the tree line came dozens of men and women wielding guns, swords, and/or knives. They all seemed to be dressed as some cross between pirates and circus performers. The crew kept their weapons trained on the group as those that were in the middle moved apart to make room.

The first to come out was a very very large animal. From the looks of things it was a lion with white fur and light purple mane. From the looks of things this lion was bigger then the Edelweiss was on a normal day. Riding on top of this lion was a man◊ with blue pants, yellow belt, and wearing fur on his shoulders.

Next came the sound of a wheel as a man◊ riding a unicycle joined the other man and his lion. He had a cutlass in his hand and didn't seem to have any problems keeping balanced on the unicycle. the lower half of his face was hidden behind his blue and white stripped scarf.

Next was a woman◊ wearing an open purple coat and only a bikini top underneath. She had pink and white stripped pants with a light blue shirt tied around her waist. Balanced on her shoulder was a large, spiked club that was held with complete ease.

Finally, one last figure stepped to the front of the group. This man◊ wore an orange coat with white fur over his shoulders and a red and white stripped shirt underneath. He had blue pants and curly shoes. On his head was a hat like many of the others had today, but on the front of it was a Jolly Roger with stars on its eyes and a round nose. He had a stylized anchor painted on to his face and a large red nose.

The clown held up his hand and said "Hold it right there! Any treasure thats on that ship there now belongs to the Buggy Pirates. We're also laying claim to any valuables you have. Just hand them over and no one gets hurt, you go it?"

"Well, I was in the middle of breakfast when-" Sixes was suddenly interrupted by a group of what she assumed to be escaped mental patients, or perhaps an extremely lackluster theater troupe, based on both their crimes against fashion and their utter disregard for any potential seizure hazards their ridiculous outfits might trigger. It was only after the name of their organization came up that their true profession became clear. Of course there were pirates in a place like this. Why the hell wouldn't there be? Regardless, the group appeared to be completely surrounded, but Sixes didn't appear concerned about that in the least. In fact, she seemed to be faring rather poorly in a vain attempt not to burst out laughing.

"Pfft, wow, really?" Sixes snickered, particularly at the clown-captain. "Shouldn't you be trading your ship in for a tiny car or something?"

edited 31st Aug '11 10:29:47 AM by DoctorThunder

"*pfft* Please, these are pirates we're talking about!" Oswald said. "These guys are not supposed to be nice persay. However, a lot of these guys are pretty awesome dudes to hang out with and mostly just pillage and plunder as a way to survive, only really killing people if they get in the way or as collateral. A few exceptions come by, like this one conversation I overhead of guy who's crew was robbing a fancy ship and found the owner raping and torturing a buncha little kids......mmm-nyie don't wanna get into details on how they offed him.

"Plus there's a couple of pirates here who are pretty friendly, even when they are on the clock!" As Oswald said this, a group of pirates that do not look all that tough walked by◊. "There's a few bad apples though, even by the low standards of these guys. None of those are really sociable and prefer to keep their yaps shut so they don't become hate magnets." A rather tall insectoid being walked by, armed a cannon attached to its right arm and a large scythe on its left◊ walked by, looking around in complete disgust, possibly debating whether or not it would be worth to kill everything human in sight before the guard swarmed him.

The insectoid being then shrieked in rage at a small humanoid wolf child that bumped into him, scaring the poor girl before continuing on its way.

edited 31st Aug '11 10:44:45 AM by UdtheImp

Dash shot one of the pirates that was leering at her a glare that generally gave the impression that if he were to act on his desires, he would find a hoof swiftly colliding with his jaw. "Sorry for interupting your story. So, what was that about a dead end?"

Rey glanced around a moment, then quietly broke from the group, picking one of the buildings and heading for it. He glanced around again, quickly, then headed around towards the back of the building, apparently looking for something.

Samus still didn't know what to think of the girl, Sixes was what she introduced herself as, though she did give her credit for handling herself so well on this island. She thought it odd that she knew what Garrus' species was, but there were easily multiple explanations as to why she'd have known that. She was going to explain her story to the group later, so she'd certainly give some answers.

But for now, she decided that going back to explore the wreck was still vital. When the group was asked their names, she only responded with "Samus" before deciding to head back to the rotting ship. At least before the small group was then surrounded by some very....oddly dressed pirates it seemed. Odd being a very big understatement, but the important fact was that these were pirates and were trying to rob the group, as pirates often do of course. Needless to say, Samus's mood took a turn for the worse now. They may have looked ridiculous, but the mentality was still the same as any other pirate, and they were nothing but the lowest scum to her.

She gave a rather hateful glare at the clown pirate, not faltering a bit despite how outnumbered her group was. "Get out of our sight right now." She said, at least managing to keep her tone calm, albeit very cold. "Go back to your ship and leave us in peace, we aren't going to warn you again."

"My name is Rock Lee, shinobi of the Hidden Leaf Village." Lee answered, before the pirates showed up. When they did, Lee entered a fighting stance. When Samus offered them a retreat, Lee said, "As she said, we do not wish to fight you."

edited 31st Aug '11 12:15:28 PM by Bstarman

Kirby smiled and nodded at Beatrix as she chirped at him. Noticing that she was having trouble opening a coconut, he moved to help her out with it. Before he could, though, he heard the boisterous voice of the clown pirate. He looked down, and saw they were now surrounded.

Kirby leapt down from the tree, landing in front of Sixes. He got into a defensive stance that resembled Rock Lee's and glared at the pirates. He hoped they listened to Samus, but something told him it wasn't going to be that easy...