Battleworld [Roleplay Thread]

No such thing as magic? The brain was clearly mad. The Keeper didn't have a problem with that. Many of his friends, family and coworkers had been frothingly insane. That was fine. But there was such a thing as common bloody sense, and denying the existence of magic itself was simply mind-boggling.

Some of the beings present were trying to establish a rapport, and suggesting the prospect of banding together for the good of all. That was outright laughable. So he laughed, a low, ominous sound, and turned his gaze to the Captain.

"A gesture of peace? You're a fool if you think we have been brought here in the name of peace."

He spat the last word as though it left a bad taste in his mouth, despite lacking both a mouth and taste buds in this form.

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Axton shook his head. "Nope. Your new name is Star asshole." Axton said, deciding he did not like this prim and proper guy. Reminded him too much of his days in the Dahl military. "While I don't know what a quiaff is, I'm assuming it's an insult, so right back at ya." He said, once again butchering the pronunciation of the unknown word.

The embarrassment painted a deep red on Elincia's face, and immediately tried to make amends.

"I...I'm very sorry, Star Colonel Aidan Pryde. Please believe me when I say it was not my intention to insult you. And thank you for your explanation."

Elincia turned away, recognizing that this could become a diplomatic disaster if she didn't shut her mouth fast enough. She hoped Ike would get along with him better, as one military commander to another. Meanwhile, she tried to make sense of the Star Colonel's explanation.

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All this argument, and no results in sight.

Sigh.

Thus, the Captain takes and twirls his revolver, before holstering it back. Does not seem like anyone notice his presence here anyway. Excellent.

And thus, he took out a comms device, and starts being quite productive.

Pass time, by playing 'Shoot the VIA' on his phone.

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Meanwhile, back in the Outpost, Baites is briefing a rare pair; Head Researcher Slavic, and Chief Engineer Gunnar.

So...you are saying, we are not in—

And a beep resounds from his computer.

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"Nothing wrong with Peace. Preferable to being drafted into war that was going on for over a hundred years when you are barely 16." Chirico grumbled.

Klein whirled around as Roxas tried to creep up from behind, and glared at the red-haired youth with as much anger as the Think Tank could display on his monitors. "DID YOU SERIOUSLY BELIEVE THAT I CAN'T DETECT THE CLOMPING OF YOUR ORGANIC APPENDAGES?" he bellowed, and floated higher into the air. "PUT DOWN YOUR COMICALLY OVERSIZED KEY, BEFORE I DECIDE TO GIVE YOU AN INVOLUNTARY PREFRONTAL LOBOTOMY... WITHOUT THE ANESTHETIC."

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"Well, the name is James E Raynor, but please, just call me Jim. Now, ain't we have quite a circus around? A space cowboy like me, knights and ladies out of the old recordings, robotic sentients, brains in jars, people young and old alike" says Jim raising his voice a little in view of the few conflicts and shouting matches going on.

"And as diverse and disparate as we all may seem to one another, everyone here apparently is responsible for their fair share of souls... the message that brought me here spoke of my people and named me their leader. I'd imagine from what I hear that you all are in similar circumstances. Representatives of your own people. You all deserve more than the standard amount of respect for bearing the burden of your groups"

"Now... it seems we were brought here for some purpose, though why I don't have the slightest idea. If it's to populate this new planet with a great deal of variety I'll have to decline the kind offer... while this place seems more peaceful than my home universe already, I'm needed back home... and there's someone waiting for me"

"If we were brought to kick the asses of something for whoever brought us here, however, I'd rather take care of it quickly, give it a shot to go home as soon as possible. I am looking at quite a few weapons among those gathered... so I don't think anyone here is really a push over"

"I'd rather have a AT myself rather than a Anti-Armor pistol," Chirico remarks, though it was true, everyone here seemed armed or unusual.

The Meeting

Roxas was just about to hit the Think Tank when the blue hedgehog thing spoke to him. He slowly lowered his Keyblade and turned to him. "Uh, yeah it is." He held it out so Sonic could see. "...I actually never thought about it before, but it is kind of ridiculous, isn't it?"

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The Meeting

"AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!"

A giant figure appeared behind one of the seats, looming ominously over almost everyone else. Its trembling, deep voice echoed in the darkness as it slowly got smaller and smaller, its booming baritones making some of the seats tremble. "NOW, YOU ALL REALIZE, THE POWER THAT COULD ONLY BELONG TO ONE PERSON, AND ONLY ONE PERSON ONLY— ME, THE ONE, THE ONLY, LORD BUSINESS!"

Eventually, the figure stopped growing smaller, until it looked like just a rather blocky man with a suit, a big helmet, and some really big stilts-- I mean, shoes. "Yes, it is I, the man— nay, the god! The god responsible for bringing all of you h— hold on a second." Lord Business stopped yelling, as his shoes shrunk into the size of normal shoes. At this height- his actual height- he was only taller than the youngest people on the area, and even then that was by an inch or two. "Who are you people and where am I?"

"You are not the one behind this?" An actually deep, actually gruff (although this seemed more thanks to voice modulation) voice spoke from the darkness, as a man in a green hood, mask and outfit◊ walked out of the darkness, hands tightened around a bow. "Then why did you claim so?"

"Uh... dibs?" Lord Business asked, patting his chin. "Actually, I thought some big brick god had tried to take my city from my arms, and I had to show him just who's boss! But now I can see that I'm surrounded by... clearly not brick people, so, really, I'm just as confused as any of you. Oh, we were introducing ourselves? My name is LORD BUSINESS!" At this, fire shot out of his helmet. "President of Bricksburg and the world but mainly Bricksburg."

"I am the Arrow." The man in the green hood replied, as he clipped his bow to his back. "I am the protector of Starling City."

After this, another person would appear in the meeting room- Kuvira, who, much like Travis, held onto the chair and got on her knees, holding back the urge to vomit. As she did so, the ground which had been stained by Travis' lunch cleaned up by itself when the vomit was sucked into little holes that appeared on the metal, before promptly leaking out some water and sucking that back in too, cleaning the floor up. Kuvira remained on the ground, gagging, trying to get used to her new surroundings.

"Oof. Someone oughta help that lady." Lord Business said, before standing completely still. "What? Don't look at me." He held up his hands.◊ "No thumbs!"

More interesting individuals, more voices, and this one is loud too.

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Comms log: <2781-03-21>

-registered user: C-01-01, LC-01-01-

C: ohey there, hope not disturbing anything

LC: Sir Where ARE YOU

C: somewhere safe taking a walk no worries

LC: Are you aware where we are

C: Yes

LC: Slavic and Gunn reported we are not in Helghan

C: figured as much. how is comm attempt with nh?

LC: no satellites, no other op in range, attempting to establish comm with surrounding entities

C: dont do that just launch satellite, didnt gun say we have one in servicing in hangar 7

LC: launch it and try see how is surrounding env?

C: y

LC: ...sounds good. no objection. relay to sliv and gun?

C: y. see y later look like head honcho is here

-communication terminated-

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And now some dude made of bricks had appeared. Ok, it was official, apparently he'd gone insane or something. Ah well, may as well roll with the insanity. Could be fun. Axton heard others voicing the plan of taking out the guy who had pulled this off. Good, nice to hear someone else of the same mind as him.

"Count me and my guns in." Axton said to the dude in the almost comically over-sized armor. Unless he'd had his head just attached to a robot body, which would be awesome.

Gathering

"That is one way to look at it, yes." Kanako conceded to Ike. "We're not precisely from the same place, but Miss Miko and I are acquaintances."

"I'm glad though." She went on. "A familiar face is always nice, and the Human Vilage houses one of our branch shrines."

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Seeing the newly arrived lady having difficulties with the arrival, Jim took a few heavy steps towards her, kneeling down to offer a hand and a warm smile "Are you ok, darling?" He says in a friendly tone "First time being moved from place place gets to all of us. First time my veil faced friends did it to me, I lost my breakfast, lunch and dinner"

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"Indeed, we are two of the religious heads of our world, Gensokyo. We live in different areas though and we have far different beliefs." Miko explained to Ike, before turning her focus to Kanako "I assume the tengu and the kappa must have been dragged along to this world as well."

Miko then glanced over the surroundings once more, people seemed to be getting more hostile now, there was even a boy carrying a giant key with him. The brain jar's utter disbelief in magic was very amusing though, he sure was in for a surprise. Furthermore, even more strange beings were showing, it made the saint wonder just how many of the present were actually human.

She looked back at Ike "In any case, you are...?"

The Meeting

While Dracula allowed the others to ramble on and yell at each other, Lord Business got a glare from Dracula when Lord Business claimed to be the cause of it as if it was his claim that most annoyed Dracula. He finally stood up and loomed over Lord Business, though he gave a glance to Kuvira as she looked to be about ready to upchuck and Raynor who was trying to help her get through it. Dracula was skilled at teleportation so he was used to it, even when done through an alternative method as with the robotic orb.

"You must be the ruler of that... land of bricks I saw from my throne room." Dracula spat out in response to Lord Business and then declared for the others to hear in a deep, booming voice of his own. "I am Dracula Vlad Țepeș, Dark Lord of Castlevania!"

Dracula sat back down, choosing to once more slouch in his chair with his wine glass. He'd rather meet the Host and find out why he had brought him here.

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Aidan began to respond to Axton, but thought better of it. "Never mind," he muttered, drawing a hand slowly down his face in frustration. That man wasn't worth the aggravation. He turned his attention to Elincia instead. "It is no problem. I have a feeling no-one is familiar with my Clan's customs." It was a simple enough conclusion to draw - after all, nowhere in the Inner Sphere or the Kerensky Cluster was there people garbed in the fashion of ancient medieval times, never mind the demonic figure.

To the "Elemental" - James E. Raynor - he said, "Aff. My people have their own matters to attend to." It was then that Lord Business made his entrance. It certainly formed an impression... up until the booming figure was revealed to be made out of plastic, not to mention rather short. Horse and Joanna will never believe this... Aidan fully expected to be considered stark raving mad by his forces after he returned, but it was a risk he would have to take.

Even though it was rather unpleasant, Aidan still felt sympathy for the unfortunate Kuvira - the journey here had not been pleasant by any stretch of the imagination. He began to get up from his chair when Raynor beat him to it, and so he settled back into his seat.

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The Keeper glared at the vomiting human with contempt, the yellow blocky thing with mild confusion, and the vampire with interest - despite himself he was somewhat impressed. A true master of evil should always be able to find time for style, after all.

In truth, Shovel Knight was rather out of his element in this meeting. Many of the others were obviously political or military leaders of some sort and some seemed to be trying to gain favor with others already... While he was an experience adventurer, when it came to diplomacy between large groups the knight was merely a man with a shovel.

The demon-thing that had been arguing with the brain jar would clearly need watching.

"Another golem?" He mused to himself at Lord Business' entrance before staring at the holographic map. Yes... There it was! Surrounded by new terrain to be sure, but there was Armor Outpost with the land of bricks covering it's north and east sides, then Dracula's realm couldn't be too far away. Best to watch both of them too.

The blue armored man stood and cleared his throat. "I am Shovel Knight, representing Armor Outpost. I take it we are still awaiting our host?"

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Roxas looked at Lord Buisness. He looked like an oversized toy. He was also about the same height as Roxas, which made him feel a little miffed. He looked the 'man' in the eyes. "What are you, anyway?"

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The Meeting

Kuvira rejected Jim's hand, but she gave him a rather welcoming look. "I am fine." She stated, the cold tone of her response undermined by the comforting look on her eyes. "Thank you for offering your help, but it is not needed." She took a deep breath, gloved hands massaging her lips as she slowly got back up on her feet, certain she wouldn't have to deal with her meal trying to see the world one last time. "My name is-" Kuvira offered him a hand, before switching to the hand she wasn't using to keep herself from vomiting. "-Kuvira. From the Earth Empire. Although," She threw a rather disgruntled glance at the hologram. "I suppose that's just Zaofu for now. What kind of creation is that, anyway? It is almost see-through... "

Lord Business didn't mind Roxas for a while, but his stare was becoming impossible to ignore. "I already told you, little man- I am Lord Business! An one-hundred percent certified genius made with nothing more than the grit and soul of my people!"

"And plastic." A robotic voice piped up from behind Lord Business, prompting him to practically jump on Roxas' arms out of fear. Two new arrivals had showed up: a fluffy looking white robot◊ and a teenager who couldn't take his eyes out of◊ the weird and unusual things in that room.

"Shut. Up!" Hiro Hamada yelled, jumping over a chair and landing right next to Sonic. "I can't believe it. A humanoid hedgehog!" He poked the spikes on the back of Sonic's head. "Ouch! And he even has real spikes!"

"What the heck are you supposed to be?!" Lord Business yelled, pointing at Baymax. "You're... way too round. It's unnatural."

"I am Baymax." The robot introduced himself, giving Lord Business and Roxas a little wave. "I am Hiro Hamada's personal healthcare companion. We came here following a letter." He finished, holding one finger up, prompting Lord Business to glance at Roxas and do a 'cuckoo' motion.

The Arrow continued to remain quiet, choosing to just stare and silently assess everyone on the room. But even he couldn't keep up a look of feigned disinterest when one of the newest arrivals brought his fist upon the table. "Attention." A man in a metal mask, wielding gauntlets with claws embedded on them, clamored, his voice reaching even those on the other end of the room. He glared at each member, waiting until everyone was looking at him. And then, he furrowed his brow, the scars visible through the little hole in his mask indicating just how displeased he was. "Which one of you," He continued, as a set of claws slid out from one of the gauntlets, a clear sign of a threat. "Is responsible for this failed kidnapping attempt?"

Gathering

"They're called Legos. Little plastic toys where I once lived." Kanako remarked from where she sat. She had now leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and steepling her fingers together.

"Wonderful gifts."

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Chirico could already feel this meeting devolving into insanity. The more people that arrived the crazier it got, though now that he got a good look at the planet.

"I believe we are to stage war," Chirico stated, "The hologram displaying the planet clearly represents our selective lands and this room is a meeting of all parties here, perhaps this is to cover terms of war and who shall be allied and who shall be enemy."

edited 27th Mar '15 3:19:59 PM by EchoingSilence

The Captain, for all intents and purposes, looks like he is sleeping. Hands behind back of head, legs on table, purple tinted lenses staring blankly at the hologram of the planet.

"This is taking a long time.", he thought. Loons are arriving, kids are arriving, and something is arriving. Right now, the Outpost should be sending off one of the communication and observation satellite, and that should quell the communication as well as information blackout somewhat.

There are still more urgent matter right now, however.

Outpost 341, by its nature, relies on supplies gained from outside, for mattes such as food, or more specialized materials and minerals. Kaznan jungle should provide, but for how long? Not to mention each trip for scavengers party means a risk at losing personnel and material each time. Precious personnel and material.

Not to mention the Senator. Pesky motormouth still have those loyal to him, and out of all the members, its the officers. Bugger.

Sigh.

Best to start planning about it then. And so, beneath the purple tinted lenses, the Captain eyes the territory surrounding the area marked 'Outpost 341'.

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