Eternal Princess
With a swift slash, the excess blood on the blade splattered onto the concrete. She wiped off the rest with a piece of paper and after examining the kanata to make sure it was a mirrors sheen, she slid it back in its sheath. It was all done slowly, solemnly, almost ritualistically. She immediately pulled out a cellphone and started checking her social media afterwards.
"God you guys are losers..."
Why did they have to get stuck being invaded by nerd world? It wasn't even the one with all the good looking people with the ears. It was that 80's movie with all the cheesy special effects. Someone set phasers to kill her now, please.
Is there even a world she would want in Battleworld? A Kurosawa film may be cool, or fight one of the legends like Zatoichi or Jubei. Oh, or Hello Kitty! She would probably feel like a giant plush. That thought got a smirk out of Shinobu played with the cell phone accessories dangling off the sheath of her sword.
Ex-LB went to work patting down the Storm troopers for weapons, communication devices, and the such, confiscating all of them. They removed each of their helmets in turn, both to allow easy head shots should they struggle and humanize their targets. Let them feel the pavement against their cheeks and gun barrels on their temples. They weren't soldiers anymore, just prisoners. A squad of the men stormed their ship, seeking to clear it out and secure it before letting the engineer on board.
Million let out a puff of smoke along with a sigh. With a motion of Million's hand, the soldier watching the captain laid his hand flat on the ground. The millionaire then walked over, using his thousand dollar loafers to lift then stomp the man fingers. He made sure to apply enough pressure so they folded back across the man's hand. A little opening to show the position the captain held in the coming conversation.
"Another empire...this must be karma for being an Englishmen. I was just on my way to take care of another royal pain in my ass when your lot showed up. Suppose I can kill two kings in one day..."
He put more pressure. It was doubtful the man would ever be able to use that hand correctly ever again.
"Honestly though, a world destroying laser? In my day, it was all about finesse. Understanding the intricate web of politics. Changing the balance of world power with a single bullet. God, I miss the cold war. Sure the threat of planetary destruction loomed in the air then too, but the world players had the good graces to go about it with some class. When men were men."
He took another puff and looked about nostalgically. He then looked down at the man. Enough chit chat, it was time to talk business.
"You know why you are alive don't you? So lets get to it, chop chop. You have about...two minutes, before a specialist arrives to loosen your tongues with torture and the like, so you have until then to convince me that she will not be necessary. Believe me, you do not want to meet her, the stuff nightmares are made of that one.
And before you bore me with loyalty before death trite, know that you are useless to your empire. The fact that you are face first to the ground with a gun to your head is proof enough of that. They won't save you. And assuming they are foolish enough to actually waste resources on your useless hides, you will all die horrible deaths before they get close. You don't cooperate, you die. You annoy us, you die.The empire plays their trump card, you die. In fact, the one and only scenario where you don't die screaming like little piglets being gutted, is the one where you prove so helpful with all the Intel you provide us that we can't help but feel grateful. Time is money, and you now have one minute and thirty seconds."
The old man pulled out his pocket watch, letting the seconds tick openly for the captain to hear. Noticing the New Vegas ghoul, he looked up from the captured captain.
"You there..."
The millionaire took a moment to peer at the ghoul's name tag.
"Miguel, hop to it, you aren't being paid to stand around."
The Millionaire looked visibly disgusted, having to converse with the working class. Even the ninja girl seemed to be giving the new comer a suspicious glare. He wasn't apart of the UAA. She wasn't suppose to be seen. You don't leave witnesses in her line of work. What a pain in the ass. She suppose that him being here meant that not all those currently in Santa Destroy are locals. Still, its not good to leave loose threads. She will just have to take care him, after he does whatever they hired a zombie for.
The Russian poured the wine into his mouth. The elixir of life. Good year, too. After gulping down a good third of the bottle, he was feeling alive again. That nice familiar buzz. It put him in that sweet spot between crippling sobriety and that point when your mind is completely drowned in the liquid.
So they didn't have the keys for the rest of the prisoners. It felt cowardly to leave them behind. But he also knew he was an old man past his prime in a situation over his head. If it was just him, he would of gladly threw his life away attempting to take out which ever monster was the jailer of these people. But as things were, there was at least one person he could save. Even that seemed like a tall order. It was at least possible. He would have to come back for the others. Maybe with help. Like that damn pupil of his, where was that punk? He would probably get a kick out of this.
He left the rest of the bottle for the rest of the prisoners.
"Be back with the sake, until then, drink."
Now he just had to find his way out of the castle. He put his arm around the Japanese girl's waist.
"Stay close, da? For safety..."
The Russian never did have a good poker face, ulterior motives showing in his eyes like neon signs. He was pretty out of it when they brought him here, so he really had no idea where to go. With girl in arm, he began wondering the dungeon, moving toward the sound of explosions.
How do you kill that which has no life?
The troopers yelled and pulled back a few steps as the lava went flying. One unlucky trooper was directly ht, and went to the ground, screaming. The rest raised their rifles at the odd alien.
"What the hell-get down on the ground! Now!"
Then the plane appeared, and another trooper went flying back, the bomb knocking him to the ground.
"Destroy it! Now!" The leader of what had once been a unit of 5 troopers yelled, as stormtroopers opened fire on the plane.
The Dark Troopers might have underestimated their foe today. Some of the attacks proved completly ineffective against them. But not all. The fire from the king, while not causing them to react, weakening their armor a bit. The lightning caused serious damage to one of the 4 units, bringing up sparks from it. As the morningstars hit one of the weakened units, it went down to the ground, a major dent in its torso and vulnerable to a follow up if the monster acted quick enough. A third wend down as the weakened armor enabled Sev to deliver a lethal headshot.
Meanwhile, the remaining unit reached behind it, yanking out a lightning gun of the same form that Yang and Blake had faced and nearly fallen to earlier. Quite a useful weapon for large crowd suppression. The unit fired, aiming to force the assembled forces of the Underground to halt their resistance in favor of falling to the ground in spasms as the lightning arced across the room toward them.
Molly nodded, but before she could act, Harry raised a hand.
"Wait, just remembered something." Harry reached into his pocket and yanked out something that he handed to Boss. "Batman gave me these earlier, they're bugs. If you can slip the Bat-bugs-" Harry had to struggle to contain a nerdy chuckle at this point as he thought about the fact that he just used the Bat- suffex to talk about one of Batmans actual gadgets. "Ahem. If you can get it on the inside of the commander's ride, we can get the codes the second they use them and they'll be none the wiser. And remember. This is a stealth mission. It's all for nothing if you screw it up. So, er, no pressure."
Molly shook her head behind Harry. "You always give the best pep talks, Harry. Don't worry too much about it guys. I'll will be waiting around to dramatically yell your name to the heavens if you get caught and killed."
Carlos chuckled at this. "Hey, Harry, if something bad happened to me, not that it would, of course, me being the best, would you go and yell my name and morn my loss?
"Only for you, Carlos." Harry said with a grin
Molly sighed. "Ok, come on, are you two done? Do I need to find you a room? I'm sure Dracula will be happy to rent one out for the night." Rolling her eyes, she placed the veil on the trio. "Ok, get going. We'll be right here waiting."
Once the three got moving, they would quickly find the "camp", which was a generous term for what amounted to a few shuttles, some weapon boxes more or less randomly thrown about, and one AT-ST that had broken down before the attack got underway and now stood uselessly. Guards were standing around, on high alert after the slaughter of their fellow troopers. The reason for this would rapidly become clear.
"Hurry up and pack up the last of the boxes, I want us in the air in 5 minutes!" A shrill female in a crisp officers uniform yelled. "This was an unacceptable disaster! When I come back, I'll be back with a full bomber fleet to blow this stronghold to ashes!" One unit dropped a large box with a missile launcher in it, and she turned to face him. "Idiot, drop that again and I'll have you on trash compactor duty for the next month!"
He laughed again at Havoc's words as he ever so slowly slipped toward her (And it should be noted he was still standing on the ceiling as if gravity had become meaningless), sensing her unease. You know of rumors, conjecture, secondhand information, and few in the way of facts. Do not be so quick as to assume you know what you are dealing with, or it may be your undoing. As for my name, I have many. The Crawling Chaos, He of a Thousand Faces...but you may refer to me as Nyarlathotep.
And while your position here as of now is not ideal, I come to you now to offer a way out. A save haven, or at least the closest that one such as you will find. You are not the first I have approached, and you will not be the last. There are others in positions of power who have already sworn themselves to me. One of them is the head of an organization known as the UAA, a group of paid assassins who also partake in bloodsport for the amusement of the masses. With but a word from me, he will allow you to remain in his city and offer you every luxury, comfort, and weapon you could desire.
He suddenly vanished again, reappearing mere inches behind her. But of course, I know what you are now thinking. What will this cost me? I offer this first gift to you free of charge. You need do nothing for me. And if my plans go as I foresee, this will be the last time we speak. If not, then rest assured, I can offer you much more then anyone else on this planet can.
Raan did not quite hold back a contemptuous snort. "Together. Right. I will be back. Do not leave this building." With that warning, Raan walked out of the room and to the nearest elevator to go up to the roof and to the shuttle. True, he could have just called them, but he was more then happy for a reason to get out of that damn room and away from the idiot primitive leaders of this land.
As the newcomers exited the portal, they would not meet any forces, as the Empire had no idea there was even a portal to secure. In the distance, they would see a number of AT-S Ts standing in the front grounds of CIT, not doing anything of note.
Father's attempts at insulting the troopers went ignored by their commander, who had long had to deal with these kind of bleeding hearts in the old Republic. Then a man came out of the door unarmed and was met with several raised weapons.
"Down on the ground!"
One man quickly stepped forward to toss the young man to the ground face first. Quickly, he was frisked for any weapons, and disarmed if any were found. The commander stepped forward while the troopers kept alert for other enemies.
"Alright. State your name, rank, and your responsibilities at this facility."
The Empire had made the tactical mistake of committing most of their forces to the attack. As a result, the Empire was critically undermanned at the camp, and what few men still remained on the defense fell quickly to the combination of Lady's bike and Red Hood's sniper fire. Lady drove up to the gate of the camp and dismounted her bike, the gate only being partly open and not currently open enough to allow her bike to go in. She pulled out her phone to call Red Hood.
"Ok, you've got a much better vantage point then I do, what's their status? Are they all dead or waiting to-"
Lady was cut off by the explosion.
"The hell? Was that you, or is someone else in that base?"
Meanwhile, the commander went down, now missing most of his head. Half his escort, who had been close to him, died with him. The other half staggered around, turning toward the direction the bomb had come from as they sprayed Bond's position with highly inaccurate blaster fire.
The ambush caught the stormtroopers completely off guard. The first man did not even have time to scream as he vanished into the darkness. The second man clutched at his throat as he went down to the ground, choking after the hit for a moment and reaching for his sidearm. The third man went down the steps as planned and knocked down the other troopers. One of them, apparently playing the role of captain obvious, yelled. "Ambush!"
Meanwhile, Major Temantir continued his slow march through the streets to the palace. The large AT-AT stood in the center of a formation of four AT-S Ts, one on each corner of the AT-AT. Behind them were two armored, floating tanks. All had been instructed by the Major to keep alert, as he was a paranoid man by nature, and had little faith in anything outside of brutal military force to suppress locals.
"My name is Lieutenant Vicket, of the Galactic Empire" She said as she walked forward. The man had the look of a scientist. Not the kind of hostage she was looking for. She needed something better, and that meant talking her way past this man. "You don't have the look of a local here. None of the beings here are human, it seems. I can only assume you, like me, are an outsider. I wish to speak with someone who is a local here, someone who might be reasonable and willing to hear me out. That is why I am here."
The captain looked like he wanted to spit right in Millions face, inbetween wincing from the pain. But he was no fool.
"You want intel? Fine. Right now, the Emperor, the leader of the Empire, wants this world intact. That's probably going to change if you and everyone else on this blasted rock fight off our men. I was there when they used that laser to blow up Alderaan. Not even a bit of space rubble left. But it takes time to fire. About 2 hours to charge up, although I heard the scientists were trying to improve that. No idea if they did it yet or not."
"The Death Star itself is impenetrable. It's equipped with over 30000 turbolasers that will obliterate anything that tries to approach. Anyone who tries to board during planetary invasions has to use a special code that is issued to commanding officers. Don't waste your time trying this tactic on one of them to get it, they disable the code as soon as they get word a commanding officer is dead or captured, and anyone who tries to use it gets turned into space rubble. And no, I don't have the access codes. Anything else?" He asked with a cold, hard, and angry stare.
edited 24th Sep '16 10:10:01 PM by Meanken
Camp Nishimi
“Folkestone, this is Captain Harris. Glad to hear you guys pulled through. We could use some assistance if you're offering - the Empire is throwing tons of armor at us. They're trying to cross the river to get to City Hall - we’ve denied them one bridge and doing our damndest to hold another, but they're rolling over us like dough on the third to the north and their infantry can still use all those smaller bridges in the park at the center of the city. We’ve managed to limit our losses so far, but there's no telling if the Empire might change tactics and start blowing up civilian areas once they cross. We could definitely use some air support - doesn't seem like they brought much anti-air, but we are not certain if they're being arrogant or sneaky.
“One other thing: we’ve had multiple reports of heavy weapons discharge from unknown units, neither our forces nor Imperial ones. We do know of at least one that we have been in contact with; she goes by Lady, rather tall, Caucasian - er, relatively pale skin, short dark hair, carried a large caliber rifle, drives a large motorcycle with several rocket launcher tubes attached. She offered to assist us against the Empire, but she indicated she came alone. We have been unable to contact her since to confirm, but reports we have suggest she alone is not the source of all of the third-party discharges - at this time we do not know if they are related to her at all or whose side they're on. If you do get confirmation on any such unknowns, we'd appreciate it if you let us know.
“Someone find out what that explosion was…” That one didn't seem like it was directed at Folkestone.
City Hall 2nd Floor
For the past couple of hours Oriko had stayed hidden upstairs, listening in on the gradually excited chatter in order to keep tabs on the situation. She had yet to take a more proactive position in the ongoings, preferring to wait and see to try to get as much information as she could lest she inadvertently make things worse for their precarious position. The news of the Americans recommending that the government evacuate had turned up the activity considerably, though, and made Oriko double check her escape route.
Though she was starting to consider whether she would follow them out if they did leave.
Kaname Residence, northern part of Mitakihara
“Madoka? Sayaka-chan? You guys doing OK?” A woman poked her head into the room to check on its occupants. “That one sounded kinda big.”
“We’re OK, Mama,” Madoka replied, turning to face her mother and putting on the best smile she could muster. Sayaka couldn't do as well from her seat at the window, only looking back and barely passing “smirk”.
“Junko, Tatsuya’s starting to get fussy again - can't get everything packed like this.”
Junko had pursed her lips and started leaving when Madoka spoke up: “Oh, uh, maybe we should watch him Mama. Is that OK with you Sayaka-chan?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah sure.”
“Alright, then.” With a second look of concern at Sayaka, Junko left to retrieve Madoka’s little brother.
“Hey, Madoka?” Sayaka said after her mother was out of earshot.
“Mm?”
“Do you think...they'll be alright?”
Madoka looked out her window, which was facing towards the smoke of battle rising from the city center. “Well, I can't say I'm not worried. But...they have to fight to stop them, right?”
“Yeah, but…” Sayaka turned to face Madoka. “It's just...please don't take this the wrong way, but I kinda wish I was out there to help out too.”
“Eh?” Madoka blinked.
“I think...how do I put this? I don’t want to be just a bench player. Since this whole Battleworld thing started, I’ve felt more and more like an extra wheel.”
“But you helped Mami-san out when those big robots attacked, right?”
“Yeah, but even then Mami-san did most of the work. And those two Valentines too. And yesterday when Minako-san used that super-angel to heal everyone-” Sayaka immediately shut her mouth when footsteps could be heard from the stairs. <...You know what I mean, Madoka? When Mami-san called me this morning and told me Transfer Student’s plan, I...I hate to admit it, but I felt kinda disappointed. It’s not that I don't want to protect you, but I want to be able to protect the whole city too.>
<I know, Sayaka-chan.> Madoka turned and put on a smile at the her mother and little brother entering.
Office Back Alley
All telepathic chatter ceased for a moment as the large supposed-secret-agent-set explosion echoed to their ears.
<Sakura-san! Akemi-san! What happened?>
A moment of uneasy silence. <It came from the industrial area,> Homura eventually reported.
<An air strike?> Mami wondered.
<Not unless it came from outside. I haven't seen any fighter planes; the Americans only have transport helicopters. And if it were from the Empire, it probably would have been larger and not targeting their own forces.> From beyond the vision of the others, Homura turned her own to a nearby alley across the main road and the streaming Imperial troops into that area. <I need to get in there to see what is going on.>
<Are you crazy?! They're almost at the bridge, they’re blocking the way already!> Kyoko sounded unusually cautious about Homura’s intentions; Mami and any others looking up at Kyoko would be able to discern the look of astonishment on her face.
A couple seconds passed before Mami turned to where she assumed Homura was and telepathically spoke up: <I can clear a path across with my Tiro Finale. We can then distract them here - will that be enough for you? I think we can do that with those of us here now.>
Homura took a moment to consider it. <I will make that work.> Her face then appeared atop a roof down the alley, right where Mami had guessed. <Tomoe-san, the view here is better. Come via rooftop - the enemy is looking down alleyways.>
As Mami carefully made her way away from the rest of the group, Kyoko looked on from her perch. <Well, hope you guys can keep up. And not die.>
They could afford to waste time no longer - once Mami opened fire hiding would no longer be an option. Kyoko summoned her spear and prepared to get a literal jump start on the troops below. There was space and relatively decent lines-of-sight for those who would fight at a distance; the alleys would be more useful for those who needed to get up close to bring the pain, though they also offered approaches to the street if it came time to take the fight to them.
At the point with Imperial troops continuing their unrelenting advance for the bridge underneath, Homura summoned her Time Shield and got it primed. It may not be the more useful Time Shield she had before, but right now it was what she had to work with.
Industrial Area
If only Homura could replicate Kyubey's speed. Out of the rubble a relatively short distance from the Imperial Headquarters, a small white alien space ferret poked his head out from behind some rubble, watching the chaos these three unknown outsiders were bringing. Of those three, only Lady would have any chance of maybe noticing him, and that's if she could take attention away from the more tempting target of mopping up the remains of the good captain's guard.
edited 25th Sep '16 1:07:46 PM by megarockman
Folkestone Air Base
"Copy that, Camp Nishimi. We will be dispatching a flight to Mitakihara city centre immediately. Callsign is Fuso 1 to Fuso 4. Direct them as you see fit. Over."
"Sakamoto. Barkhorn. Miyafuji. Bishop. As the most well rested ones, prepare to leave for Mitakihara as soon as possible. Barkhorn, equip yourself with anti-heavy weaponry from Peace River. Mio, are you accustomed to the new Pack Gun?"
"I would very much like to try it out in live combat."
"Then this is your chance. And speaking of chances...Miyafuji?"
"Y-yes, ma'am!"
"This is your chance for forgiveness as well."
"...yes, commander."
"Well then, get ready for take-off!"
Less than ten minutes later, four Witches departed Folkestone Air Base, en route to Mitakihara.
edited 25th Sep '16 2:05:55 PM by Lemurian
Join us in our quest to play all RPG video games! Moving on to disc 2 of Grandia!
Toa of Anarchy
The Vulkin cowered as the rifles were aimed directly at it, with no real understanding of what it did wrong. "But...but...d-d-does my best..." it whimpered, before the stormtroopers found themselves with more pressing matters. Two of the men landed painful shots on the Tsunderplane before she could ready herself. After that, she managed to managed to manoeuvre so that the bullets clipped her wings, so to speak. "T-Tch! S-Stop that, you bunch of sickos!"
It was at this point that the rest of the cavalry arrived. Another Vulkin-Pyrope-Tsunderplane group exited the elevator, while two more Pyropes came bounding from the other direction. The two Tsunderplanes swooped low, leaving painful smoke trails in their wake. With any luck, this would distract the stormtroopers long enough for the Pyropes to lash out with their ropes and yank the guns from the soldiers' hands.
As the robot at the back geared up for an electrical attack, Asgore rushed to reception desk and dove behind for cover. With the king safely castled, the others leaped for cover or braced themselves the electrical pulse surged around the room. A Knight Knight had time to deliver a Buenas Noches along with her follow-up blow, right before the pulse wracked her armoured body and had her tumbling over backwards on the ground. A Vulkin, a Madjick and the Astigmatism crumpled in a similar fashion, while Mettaton and another Vulkin and Madjick were merely incredibly pained. "...lightning...not...speedy..." said the Vulkin, a valuable lesson learned. Meanwhile, the second Knight Knight had miraculously managed to dive clear of the blast, and all the rest were at least well enough to stand once more.
Now, it was time for the monsters' turn once again. The Whimsalot and Final Froggit decided to change up their tactics: Whimsalot sent waves of spectral moths, three by three, to strike the enemy, while Final Froggit leaped wildly about the room, sticking to the walls and ceiling, aiming to batter the robots from every angle. The less-pained Madjick summoned the Corner Orb once again, while the remaining Knight Knight summoned a magical attack. Up above, a magical representation of the sun appeared, no bigger than a yoga ball, and sent out a spiralling cascade of glowing flecks to strike her enemies. Finally, Asgore stood from behind the desk and sent out his own attack. A wave of fireballs, curving and intertwining in four helixes as they flew, swooped through the Dark Troopers, followed by an identical second wave.
Lucha Libre goddess
Battleworld
"What a relief," Raven said, sarcastically.
"So you are kidnapping people your personal amusement?–Not on my watch." Robin extended his staff and he swirled it behind and then his side, in a menacing way.
"Titans G–" Robin's battle cry was interrupted by a big cybernetic arm that suddenly appeared in-front of him.
"Uh Robin, we probably shouldn't mess with the reality-warping-demon. You remember the last time we–?"
"Fine. We will play along––for now. I know there is always hope and we'll find a way to stop you," Robin said with determination to "The Cure."
Meanwhile Cyborg scanned with his arm the map of Battleworld so he would have an holographic copy in his memory.
"I do have a question. What kind of planet is this?" Cyborg asked. "My censors are going crazy. This place isn't like anything I've seen before." He opened an holographic projection of the map that came from his arm. "I'm also having a hard time locating ourselves in this map. Where is this base exactly?"
Starfire was flying behind, waving her right hand for a chance to ask a question, like an over excited children wanting to ask something to a teacher. "Uhm Excuse me Mr. "The Cure" I was wondering"– She pressed her two index fingers, one against the other –"Would you consider returning everyone home. I'm sure all those people miss their families..."
edited 25th Sep '16 4:29:11 PM by FallenLegend
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
Glory to Arachnos
"Oh blast."
Sev didn't had enough enough time to dive for cover and was hit by the ARC caster. While he twitched and grunted in pain, his armour's personal energy shield sustained him from being knocked out of the fight, though they were now currently at 50% strength. It would be best to be more careful from now on.
He quickly swapped his sniper attachment to his blaster rifle attachment and immediately opening fire on the offending Dark Trooper, a barrage of blue blaster fire aimed at the droid.
"Lovely." Boss sarcastically replied as Harry mentioned they would more or less be doomed if they failed the stealth mission, looking at the bat-bug curiously. "Don't worry, we work best pressured anyways! Had to escape from a crumbling Separatist Core Ship in 5 minutes back on Geonosis."
With that settled, the 3 clones moved out stealthily to the imperial camp, the commandos made sure to stay away from bumping to any Imperial, as they wouldn't want to ruin the whole operation. Fixer silently complained to himself how disorganized these troopers are compared to clones.
Come on, ma'am. Be kind enough to show which shuttle is yours... Boss silently thought to himself, trying to stay close to the officer, though out of touching distance, to see which ship belongs to her, so he could attach the bat bug to it.
edited 25th Sep '16 5:02:15 PM by Darkomega245
-Spider Lizard Noises-
Calamity is a housewife
Mitakihara
The rattle of an explosion put Sin and Ramlethal in the mindset they needed for the battlefield, danger would soon be all around them, but Sin was all too glad to jump in.
<That's the plan, Kyoko. Good luck to you too!>
He and Ramlethal stayed down in the alleyway, both intending to engage in a melee with the Imperial troops. Finding what cover they could, the two prepared their weapons and awaited Mami's opening attack.
<As soon as Mami opens fire, we split up and engage as many targets as possible. Is that alright, Sin?>
<Sounds good to me. We're outnumbered pretty bad after all, but we're not outgunned. I've been waiting too long to introduce these guys to the business end of my staff, and all that pressure's about to->
<Sin.>
<Oh! Sorry... you could hear all that huh? Man, I need to get used to this 'talking in our heads' thing.>
<Consider this mental link an advantage. We can work in tandem without revealing our plans to the enemy.>
<Got it! Alright, ready to rock!>
With his game face on and already prepping a swing with his War Flag, Sin glanced one last encouragement to Ramlethal. Come to think of it, this was their first time fighting together wasn't it? Well, not counting yesterday in the Warehouse District. Fighting with the Valentine wasn't going to be like fighting alongside Sol or Ky, but Sin wasn't thinking about the differences and how they might affect his battle strategy. He was merely thinking about this as a new experience, ready to go with the flow and adapt to Ramlethal's fighting style, whatever it was (that first scuffle she had with the old man back during the Cradle Incident wasn't terribly informative).
Ramlethal, for her part, was more willing to focus on the task at hand and the target in front of her. A part of her, however, was also looking forward to this.
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Vampire Hunter
Sypha, Folkestone Air Base
"I shall stay for a while... I have other allies helping other lands, and if any need me to help, they shall call me," Sypha said, holding up the cellphone she got from Lady to show Mio. "Ingenious communications device... can allow people to talk from anywhere on this planet by inputting a number."
Looking at the device and listening to how Sypha described it, Mio would recognize it as being a more futuristic version of the telephones she would be aware of in her world.
"One of my allies gave it to me..." Sypha then looked around the base. "This place is much more advanced than my world, but does not look to be as advanced as what I have seen of Santa Destroy."
As the Strike Witches went to check on Mitakihara, Sypha made sure her cellphone was working and sent text messages to her allies stating that Folkestone Air Base has beaten back the Empire and to call her if anyone needed her help.
Lovikov, Dungeon to the Main Hall
For a moment, a faint smirk appeared on Hina's face as Lovikov took a good hold of her waist. However, Hina soon held on to him as well. Moving in the direction of the explosions, Lovikov would pass by first the prone form of the Frozen Shade who were supposed to be guarding them, apparently knocked out from a bottle to the head. The journey took a while and it seemed like Dracula's forces were too busy to care about the two escapees, but eventually the two would find the main hall of the castle, scarred from battle and with Stormtrooper corpses around them... However, what was most notable for their purposes was that the main bridge was out.
Hina seemed to be cuddling up against Lovikov for most of the long trip from the Dungeon to the Main Hall, but frowned at the sight of the moat surrounding the castle.
"...So now what?" Hina asked Lovikov in regards to their escape route being broken.
edited 26th Sep '16 3:46:38 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Did you know this section has a character limit?
Bond - Better than Uber, Mitakihara Industrial District, Imperial Forward Operating Base
Bond wasn't a fan of killing in cold blood. He'd do it, yes, with some hesitation. But hot-blooded was so much cleaner. You had a perfect reason: kill him or you die, kill him or someone else dies, kill him because he hurt someone you know.
Cold-blooded always had a more nebulous reason. He's going to do this, or that. He leads this group, he threatens this interest, if I'm dead I need you to kill this person for me.
He couldn't actually tell what Gorto's death counted as. In the middle of a warzone, assassinating the enemy commander, saving thousands of innocent lives by robbing the enemy of their command structure... Cold-blooded reasons, but the context made it feel hot.
But what did that matter to Bond? Gorto was dead, his head blown open. Mission accomplished. Beat the revenge squad, report back in to Homura, maybe help mop up.
It was strange, the things you thought about in a firefight. Even if this firefight involved lasers instead of gunfire.
As soon as Bond pushed the button, he was back behind his scrap of cover, and his hand was in his pocket. Out came a now-dated smartphone, but it did have one nifty feature that nothing Bond had since had replicated.
Over in an alleyway (where Bond had moved it after the interrogation of the Scout Trooper), a certain BMW roared to life.
It weaved through the rubble quickly and skillfully, all while it's driver kept behind his cover, keeping the attention of the goon squad. This wasn't the first time he'd done this under fire.
As soon as the BMW got close enough to establish line-of-sight on Bond's attackers, the roof popped up, revealing a rack of rockets. Two of which summarily fired out towards the group of Stormtroopers.
And just to make sure, the BMW surged forward to run them over.
At that, Bond put the phone away, and stood up from behind his cover. Spotting Lady from across the clearing, he gestured to the bodies and called out to her.
"Road Rage. Never a pretty sight."
Team Bumbleby - The Power of Social Media, Zi-Jin Cheng Streets
The two girls awkwardly broke from their hug as the squad leader came to talk to them. Yang grinned at him, before turning to look at Blake.
"You okay for another round?"
"Just give me a minute. I need to do something."
Blake then walked over to one of the downed Dark Troopers, one of the more intact ones, and took a photo of it with her scroll, before sending the picture to the rest of the group with the caption "Watch out, these ones have lightning guns".
The raven-haired girl then made her way back to Yang and the squad leader, pausing briefly to pick up one of the Arc Throwers.
Yang looked at her questioningly, to which Blake mouthed "Nora", and the blonde grinned in response.
"Alright! Where's the next fight?"
Team Martial Arcs - ...huh, I haven't used this one yet; Genosha Palace Stairs
The pair of Huntsmen waited for the first blows to fall before entering the fray. Their own style of combat had a degree of flashiness, which could easily have tipped the troopers off about the ambush.
Then the two got to work.
Ren's StormFlowers
shot from his sleeves into his waiting hands, as he ran for the top of the staircase in a diagonal. He leaped from the top step and kicked off a railing, flying into the heap of Stormtroopers foot-first. From there, he would execute a continuos series of kicks and leg-sweeps, aiming to knock any standing Troopers down and knock any floor-bound Troopers out. Jaune, meanwhile, pulled his scabbard from his belt, and his sword from his scabbard. The metal sheath expanded into a shield
, which Jaune held low in front of him, sword kept horizontal and behind it in a stabbing pose. He advanced towards the pile, looking for those closest to him most likely to stand up, and to dissuade them from doing so by smashing them in the face with his shield.
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
The armored force of the Empire came to a halt a moment after the explosion rang through the city as infantry units turned to look in the direction of it in confusion. It was clear most of them had about as much idea what happened as the rest of the city. This only lasted for a moment, however, as their training kicked in, and they went on alert, holding a defensive position, but still not looking up.
Meanwhile, in the lead tank.
"What in blazes was that?"
"No idea, sir. The explosion came from the direction of command."
"Raise them."
There was a pause while they tried to do so. "Sir, I'm not getting a response."
"Try again!"
The troopers raised their rifles to fire at the new arrivals, only to have them yanked out of their hands. This, on top of the growing reinforcements, was enough to force a change in tactics.
"Retreat!"
One unit picked up the fallen trooper's rifle and tried his best to preform covering fire. Another grabbed the downed unit and started dragging him away while the remaining two pulled out their sidearms and fired as well, one adding a thermal detonator to his attack by throwing it at the ground trio that just arrived.
The incoming barrage of attacks, as before, were individually of limited effect. But combined, they managed to deal serious damage to the Dark Trooper units , leaving only one seriously damaged one left. Determining victory was impossible, it activated predetermined secondary functions, and began to glow red as it charged for the center of the assembled Underground forces, aiming to self destruct and take as many with it as it could.
The Cure shook his head at the ill advised attempt to attack before it was stopped. "Be aware that within the confines of this room, no forms of combat are allowed, and any attempt to attack anyone will be halted." He turned to Cyborg. "This planet is, more or less, a collection of chunks of worlds from across universes, held together by my own immense power. I am unsurprised your scanners are having difficulty As for this room, it is not present on the Battleworld. Think of this as a pocket dimension, intricately connected to the Battleworld, yet separate from it. Access between this room and the Battleworld is done through portals, which you can see on the walls of the room." He said as he motioned toward them. "Each land has its own portal to their area. Do beware, however. Not every land will be welcoming to you."
Meanwhile, he had apparently chosen to completely ignore Starfire's question, until he gave her a one second glance.
"No"
Then he turned back to Cyborg, waiting for a response.
Once done yelling at the trooper, she continued in that manner for a minute. Then a trooper came charging forward with another box, his path set to go directly through where the troopers were standing, and they would need to scramble to avoid him running right into them. Assuming they avoided him....
"Sir! Which shuttle does this box go in?"
"Damn it, I told you, load the critical boxes in my shuttle, you nubskull!" She said as she pointed at one of the shuttles. "Don't make me tell you again!"
"Yes, sir!"
Lady glanced up from her phone at the sounds of more explosions in time to see the flying bodies of the remaining, now very dead stormtroopers. She then saw Bond as he emerged and gave a quip, making her raise an eyebrow.
"Never mind." She said into her phone at Red Hood. "I don't think he's an enemy. Probably wouldn't have walked right into the open if he was. Start making your way down here."
She then hung up the phone and looked at Bond. "Maybe not, no, but probably looks better then those now charred bodies. Not that I'm one to talk." At that point her phone vibrated in her hand with Sypha's text, and she glanced down at it before looking back up at Bond. "Give me just a minute and we'll have a chat, ok?"
Lady then backed up (making sure to keep her eyes on Bond, she wasn't stupid enough to turn her back on an unknown) far enough away so Bond would not be able to easily hear Lady's conversation as she called Sypha, moving her hand to cover her mouth as well. She wasn't quite ready to reveal her plans to this guy yet.
"Sypha." She said once she picked up. "It's Lady. I've got something going on here, me and a couple of other people are assembling a team to break into that big object in the sky that the Empire's got and kill their leadership. That's the only way we're going to be able to put a stop to them for good. You wanna join me? I just got my hands on one of their shuttles, and if I remember correctly, Folkstone's just south of where I am right now. I can easily swing by and pick you up."
Another announcement would be heard by the representatives of the Battleworld
"Attention Battleworld. A new group is joining us. Please welcome Aerrow and the Storm Hawks to Battleworld."
The new group would find that in the course of their day, they had suddenly all fallen asleep. They would wake up to find themselves on their airship, no positioned over a large body of water with no land in sight. One of the members of said group would find a note in their hands.
Greetings. Right now, I am sure you have questions. What happened? Who is responsible for this? If you are outside or near a window, you may have already noticed the changes outside. Suffice it to say, you are no longer on your world. Now, you are in MY world. You are far from the only ones I have brought here, however. I invite you to enter the portal and head to the main room. Further information will be distributed there, so I suggest you make it a point to attend with all haste.
At this point, a large, blue portal would appear in front of them. On going in, they would find themselves in the Common Room. Blank white walls stood on all sides of them, with only a giant round table in the center stopping it from looking like a white void. In the center of said table stood a rotating globe, with the map of the new world on it, each land clearly marked with the name of the land and the name of their chosen representative (That is, the one who received the note) under it. Above it, in gigantic letters, was the name of the world, Battleworld.
Around the table were chairs, some of which had names on the back. Aerrow would find a chair with his name on it, and other chairs would have names that matched the names on the globe. One chair, The Cure's giant black throne, stood away from the rest. In it sat a giant of a man, standing at about 20 feet tall, with blood red skin covering his body apart from bits that were covered in leather bindings. He turned to the newcomers with his pure black eyes, and smiled, revealing his rotting teeth. He raised his hand as each newcomer entered, and waved them over to him.
edited 26th Sep '16 8:58:24 PM by Meanken
Vampire Hunter
Sypha, Folkestone Air Base
"Wait... You are in Mitakihara?" Sypha asked when she realized the implications of where Lady indicated she was. "Yes, I would like to, but I should warn you that a... err, coven of four witches are headed to help Mitakihara from here. These witches, known as the Strike Witches, are allies of mine against the Empire, so tell them you are my ally if you meet them."
"I shall tell Folkestone to expect your arrival here..." Sypha added before turning to the nearest soldier of Folkestone to convey the message. "My ally, Lady, has seized one of the Empire's shuttles. She is coming here in it with some other allies to pick me up, and we are planning to take this war to their artificial moon. Would any of the Strike Witches here be willing and able to join us?"
Wizard Needs Food Badly
The Grand Re-Vizier
Nightwing had lead all manner of forces into battle over the course of his career, faced down everything from armies of zombie ninjas to reality warping demonic overlords, but he wasn't in command this time around. With that in mind he'd fallen back on old training beaten into him since childhood: Fade into the shadows, observe the enemy, strike in just the right place at just the right time.
The forces of the Underground plus Sev managed to hold their own much better than he'd expected. In fact, they had the Imperials on the run before he knew it. Then the last remaining Dark Trooper started to glow red and charge. This,was in Nightwing's vast experience, generally a sign that things were about to get very messy very fast. At the same time the remaining Stormtroopers were taking aim to fire and one threw what was almost definitely a grenade of some kind. He was going to have to think of a plan fast before they suffered any more losses.
Like all of Dick Grayson's best plans, this one was formulated while he was already somersaulting through the air towards potentially violent death. Throwing one electrically charged baston so that it knocked the thermal detonator away and continued on to ricochet off of and shock each stormtrooper left fighting like a maliciously possessed bouncy ball while simultaneously slamming the crackling tip of the other into what his scanners and some educated guesswork told him was the droid's main control system so the taser could short-circuit everything including the controls for the bomb while still in midair was a pretty impossible stunt...
But then again even before he'd met Batman he'd been raised to do the impossible.
If there was an applauding crowd and a camera, it would almost feel like home.
The battle was over almost too quickly for Jason, or at least it had seemed that way. Then again, maybe he was just enjoying having a real war to fight for once. It was probably why once his own targets were down he'd started tracking Bond's movements. The remote piloting tech was nothing he hadn't seen before, the Batmobiles et al had possessed the capability for ages. Still, the guy was definitely a professional given the quality of the car and whatever odd explosive device he'd just used. The vigilante briefly considered giving a friendly hello in the form of an explosive bullet to the BMW's engine, but he decided if he had to go loud again, he'd rather just try and eliminate the man himself.
The chance came along easier than expected as he decided to just stand up out of cover like a dumbass once the Imperials were down but...well, Jason was a lot of things, but an unjustified murderer generally wasn't one of them. He kept the rifle's sights trained squarely on Bond's face though, his mouth undeniably forming a quip about road rage. Not bad, but hardly A-Plus material in a Robin's playbook. He quirked into a helmet-obscured smile at her order to stand down.
"If you say so. I've got a perfect bead on his head, it'd just take a second to wipe his dreamy blue eyes and chiseled good looks off the face of the planet. But I'll be right down."
He slung the sniper rifle over his shoulder, flung himself off of the billboard and used his grappling hook pistol to slow his descent before jogging over to Lady and Bond, giving the newcomer a nod.
"Saw your work blowing up their commander. I've seen better, but it was pretty good stuff. I go by Red Hood, sort of a code name. You're-" He took a second to check over the mouth movements in his head, compare them, and then take a wild-ass semi-educated guess based on a childhood of learning to lip-read Alfred "-British. Your tactics say ex-military and assassin and the tech in that car says you're well-connected so I'm guessing MI 6? Don't tell me I'm wrong, my heart can't take the disappointment. So prettyboy, now that I've introduced you to me, mind giving me a reason not to whip it out?"
His hand hovered less-than-casually over one of his pistols, though really he was just having fun seeing how Bond would respond.
edited 26th Sep '16 11:54:26 PM by Dblade26
Folkestone Air Base - Invitation to join the party
The nearby soldier nodded, and called up headquarters to relay the message just as Shirley was approaching with two cups of tea.
"Want some tea?" Shirley asked, sitting down next to Sypha and offering a mug of strong tea. "I'm sure the Commander will agree to sending troops with you to that...moon of theirs. An ally of yours is an ally of ours. Besides Perrine, most of us are unhurt. Just give us a few more minutes to fuel up, and we'll be fit to fly with you into the heat of battle soon enough!"
She grinned. Not even the intense battle or her wounded ally seemed to have dampened Shirley's spirits, though some of it was still the adrenaline in her body.
"But aside from that, I heard you've been to Santa Destroy? I was supposed to be going there today, but this whole invasion business delayed me just a little. Could you tell me more about that place?"
Join us in our quest to play all RPG video games! Moving on to disc 2 of Grandia!
Glory to Arachnos
Sithspit!
The 3 clones scrambled out of the way they were standing as to avoid being touched by the stormtrooper with the cargo box, though as they were sure they wouldn't be touched by him as he moved near his officer, the clones bunched up once again, as they don't want the stealth field vanish from being too far away from each other.
Fixer once again kept complaining to himself of the lack of organization of the stormtroopers in the Empire.
There it is. Thank you, ma'am. Boss, along with the others waited for the stormtrooper to leave the box inside the shuttle, as they wouldn't want to bump to him while they boarded the ship. afterwards they would move out to the imperial shuttle and board it, Boss would then attempt to find a terminal in the ship, and if he did, would then place the bug to gain the codes from the commander.
Their job done, the clones would then attempt to leave the shuttle and then the imperial camp.
edited 27th Sep '16 3:28:23 AM by Darkomega245
-Spider Lizard Noises-
someone
The Condor
Aerrow woke up. It wasn't sudden. He lie there for a while in his nice comfy chair knowing that Cyclonia was defeated and Atmos was safe. Wait a second. Comfy chair? And weren't they on the way to the Far Side? They had sat around the table, trying to work out how to locate Cyclonis (Piper had had any idea using crystals, Finn had been generally unhelpful, Stork had been trying ro keep them from crashing, the usual) when he had fell asleep. But he hadn't thought he was that tired. Maybe some kind of side effect from the Binding? He hoped Piper wasn't also affected.
Aerrow was distracted from his thoughts when Piper and Stork simultaneously said:
"Um, Aerrow? I think we have a problem."
Since he was closer to Stork, he approached the pilot first. Stork, as was normal, was uttering professions of doom. Looking out, Aerrow could see why. There was an expanse of water unlike any he had ever seen. Like the lake on Terra Aquinos, but much, much bigger. This was not good.
"Okay. Stork, calm down."
Stork continued to mutter prophecies of doom, and about how much he needed his Trance Helmet.
"Stork! We need our best pilot right now, so you can't afford to be freaking out. Got it?"
"Got it. But what does it matter? We're doomed anyway."
Well, Stork was being very helpful.
"Aerrow!"
That was Piper. He had presumed that the problem she was refering to was the same as Stork's. Clearly he was wrong. He jogged over to her.
"What's wrong Piper?"
"Read this."
Aerrow read the note. This stunk of a trap. But it didn't feel like Cyclonis. Calling to the rest of the crew, he got them to read it.
"So what do you guys think?"
"We're doomed. "
"This guy has an ego! Just wait till he gets a taste of the Finnster!"
"Um...I'm not very smart, but shouldn't we take the opportunity to get some information while we can?"
"I agree with Junko. We need a contingency though, in case it is a trap. Also, Finn, really? This guy as you call him, had enough power to pull all of us here, without us noticing until he wanted us to. Cyclonis didn't have that type of power!"
"...Good point."
All thought of contingencies and backup plans were forgotten when the portal opened. Aerrow, trying to show no fear, but keep his weapons at the ready, stepped through first, with Radarr on his shoulders, then beckoned the others to follow him. Piper went through next, crystal attached to her staff, then Junko, holding his fists just barely apart, and they were shaking. After that came Finn, crossbow hanging by his side. Finn then had to reach bodily through the portal and drag Stork through.
The room was not what they expected. At all. Aerrow looked up at the globe, and was joined by Piper.
"Wow. When he said others, he really meant it."
"Yeah."
Aerrow noticed a chair with his name on it, but chose not to comment. Almost as one, the Storm Hawks moved towards and stood in front of the throne (except Stork, who had to be dragged by Junko), waiting to hear what the person who had brought them all here had to say.
edited 27th Sep '16 3:53:25 AM by secretlyasuperhero
[TOP SECRET]
"QUITE! MARS THE PLANET!" Haruna exclaimed, like the world's most hyperactive bomb going off at once. "We've basically started terraforming the planet in our respective universe to enforce Sensei's master plan." Doing a flourish towards Negi who was still being held upside down by a twintailed woman like a bully shaking someone for lunch money, the manga-ka gave a sly wink. "Also just so you know, I'm totally from a different universe than you all so that's probably why you don't know of Mahora and I don't know of sensha-dou. That's... The Art of Tankery if I'm reading it right? The closest thing we'd have to sensha-dou would be the Military Re-Enactment Clubs and that focuses on everything, not just the tanks."
"Excellent, I shall book you an appointment with the Headmaster to let you obtain an interview by the faculty and alumni. Please talk to me after you've talked matters over with your business partner and return here, whereupon I shall guide you over to the negotiations." Giving a kindly smile towards the brash youth, the secretarial gynoid gave another slight bow in deference before standing back up, her ear fins swiveling slightly to send a signal back towards base.
"Hm, normally you'd be right about the overwhelming force of the alien invaders who both vastly outnumber and outgun us but... Well, The being known as The Cure has given his word that our respective faction's territory is effectively blocked from being sensed by the people above, in a twisted but honorable sense of fair play, de gozaru." The ninja stated calmly back, though her eyes opened just a crack to peer at the younger of the white haired boys. The sense it would give off was something rather at odds with her general appearance, gaze as keen and sharp as that of a master forged blade, of someone who had seen way too much violence in her young life.
"Though we are still rather unhappy at our kidnapping in general, at the very least we can prepared for future... bloodshed, de gozaru." The last word before her general add-on was emphasized with a particularly specific inflection, a grimness that promised any future invaders incredible pain and misery. "We are currently building up our forces in response to the future threats or in the case the Empire does eventually get through our barriers. Thank you very much for your warning though, de gozaru."
"Gone... all gone... again..." A hoarse voice rang out mournfully, her wail of lamentation echoing eerily across the empty and ruined landscape. She was the only living being left in this land of corpses and rubbles, yet again the last survivor of a battlefield piled up with hills of gore and rivers of blood. Everything had been going acceptably well up until a certain point, and then things just went... wrong. It was simply carnage and brutality, the mass loss of human life and the emptiness of being the only person alive for the next few dozens of miles. "WHY?! Why... does this keep... happening...?"
Nagi Clockwork's tears flowed freely down even as her young face scrunched up into a painful grimace. It was only after kowtowing to the ruined ground for an indeterminable amount of time that the machinist slowly staggered back on her feet with an empty look in her eyes. Moving as though on autopilot, the young teen then dashed as fast as she could towards the portal to escape the scent of death and brimstone, trying to run away yet again from yet another stupid conflict.
One Brunch Man
Ikebukuro Taxi->Ikebukuro Power Plant
An unnatural calm had descended over the city as the cab whipped through the city streets, navigating the lack of traffic with guarded ease. Perhaps in a traditional monster movie, the streets would be flooded with those trying to get out, to flee into the countryside; but that was the thing about Battleworld. When disaster struck, there was simply nowhere else to go.
Mikado sat huddled in the back of the taxi, swiping through the Dollars boards for reports about the power plant, until he finished his recon with a phone-closing snap. “Stopping them from attacking outright is why we surrendered in the first place,” he said finally, keeping his voice low while glancing warily at the cabbie. One of the downsides of having ears everywhere was having ears everywhere. “I don’t think we need to plan for gunships or endless reinforcements, we just need to keep as many people safe as possible. And, look.” he said, awkwardly orienting his hands in front of him, fingers straight with the palms facing each other. “Right now, you’re thinking too—um, middle term. In the short term, everything the Empire’s doing, right, is to just cement their power, or get a reaction out of us. But that doesn’t mean that we can just sit by and let them hurt innocent people? Right? And in the long term…” He donned a faraway look in his eyes. “You say their soldiers wouldn’t be too different from ours, but how could that be true? They’ve been raised, their whole lives, to see violence and slavery as the best and only option. Even if we can convince them that our side is better, do you really expect that behavior to stop?” He clapped his hands together, and held them together in a prayer stance. “A city full of Vergils, ready and willing to prove that might makes right, whenever they want. And who look just like everyone else, under all that armor!” He shook his head, even as the taxi began to come to a stop. “Maybe that’s a sacrifice you’re willing to make, but I’m not. And also…”
Mikado trailed off as he edged up and peeked over the top of the seat in front of him. Splayed out before them was a perimeter made up primarily of police cars, blocking the road as an officer with orange flashing sticks directed them to go back. Beyond the perimeter, in the distance, was the power plant, where one could just make out the parked Imperial shuttle. None of the gathered officials were moving in closer, even as the wind whistled ominously through the still-empty streets.
The stillness was abruptly broken as Mikado’s phone went off, the teenager nearly dropping it in his startled haste. Catching it with a small sigh of relief, he turned back to face Minako, letting his phone ring for the moment. “And this is part of what I was talking about—because they made a move on the school, no one here is willing to take action. The Empire already thinks they’ve won, even if individual soldiers don’t. If we can bring them around, through what we do here, then we can make some progress in what you’re talking about. Anyway, I have to take this, it’s Misaki.”
Stepping out of the cab, he pressed the Answer button to stop the call from being missed, even as he gestured to the blockade and the various personnel and figures waiting beyond. “Try introducing yourself as Velvet, if you think it’d help. If not, well, I guess figure out which one of your friends would work best.” With that, Mikado went to duck into a nearby doorway, pressing his phone to his ear. Despite the tension of the last few hours, his voice broke out into honest relief as he answered the police officer. “Misaki, it’s good to hear from you! I’m sorry, I should have thought to call earlier, but things have been… anyway. Are you okay? Is Hell’s Gate Tokyo under attack? What can I do to help?” After a moment, he continued sheepishly: “And, uh, how’s your head?”
Meanwhile, past the immediate blockade and the foremost policeman who would be easy enough to sneak by, Minako would find some familiar faces: With a megaphone resting in the crook of her elbow, Yumi Ai could be seen with her arms crossed, staring off at the plant from in front of a police car. It wasn’t clear if she’d used it yet, but despite the stalwart nature of her stance, the wrappers at her feet denoted that she had been here for some time. Some feet away, Kinnosuke was having a heated but inaudible argument with one of his subordinates, gesturing wildly to the hostage station even as his expression burned through his opaque sunglasses. Finally, Akabayashi sat off to the side, sitting on the hood of an expensive-looking town car, cane resting in his lap as he stared off at the plant as well. His mouth was set in a thin line that curved into a hard smirk, and there was a berth of several feet around him, like an invisible barrier the others gathered knew instinctively not to cross.
With her hood up, there was little chance of someone recognizing her, but she would have to make her move soon, let someone notice the teen in their midst.
New Hell
Even as Celty continued off-handedly rubbing her phone against her sleeve, she contemplated El’s point. It was a little strange that they were trying to remain unnoticed by the guards of the chunk they were being welcomed in, right? Maybe she should—
The Dullahan was torn from her thoughts as her phone lit up, with Shinra’s smiling face sporting an infinitely dorky expression. She quickly tapped out a response to Trevor— It’s alright, just, yeah, don’t do it again —before swiping the call through and taking a half-step back to separate her from the group. Shinra! Thank god, where have you been? She tapped out into the text field, even as his voice filtered through.
“Celty! Oh, it’s so good to hear your voice~. Well, not hear, exactly, but you know what I mean. Long story short, I kiiiiiiiind of got caught up in a police raid. BY ACCIDENT!” He said loudly, as if insisting his innocence to someone within earshot.
Oh my god. Again? Were you at least on the job this time?
“Yeah, talk about a blessing in disguise.” He continued, whispering lowly, “but these guys were a lot more intense than my normal crowd. Yakuza boo-boos usually aren’t so… weird. Oh, and Shizuo was there.”
Celty rolled her non-existent eyes. Figures. At least he’s making new friends.
“Yeah, he seemed pretty tight with them.”
Wait, seriously? I was kind of joking.
“You don't think I can tell what kind of tone you're using after all this time together?~ But yeah, it was weird. Usually when Shizuo beats the snot out of someone, they don’t go on to be their best friend.”
Unless they’re you.
“Unless they’re me, yeah.”
Celty looked up pensively at her companions, and at the off-grey walls. Alright, look hon, this is kind of a bad time. Will you be okay for a couple of hours? I have to finish a job, and I’ve roped in a bunch of other people, so I can’t just bail on it. You’re in holding or something, right?
“Yes indeedy. Though the food’s better than normal holding. Which is to say I haven’t been fed yet. Zing!”
Celty snrked, also invisibly. Well just hold on, and I’ll be over as soon as I can.
“Sounds good. Love you!”
Love you too. Ending the call and preparing to slip the phone back into her sleeve, Celty decided to check the Dollars boards, to see if there was any sign of progress on the journalist’s end. What she found stopped her dead in her tracks.
Her fingers were a blur as she retyped the number. Shinra!
“Yes siree, speaking.”
Which city are you in?!
“Tokyo, duh. Not like there’s another one to—oh! No, I see, yeah, it’s actually the one next door. It’s pretty quiet though, nothing like all the craziness we see in our…” Shinra trailed off, most probably in response to the dense stream of text lining the bottom of his screen.
Stay right there and don’t go anywhere and don’t head out into the street and don’t let them let you go before I get there! I’m on my way!!!
Celty hung up and twisted her hand down, sending out a surge of shadow to color the ground in front of her companions and get their attention. When they turned, they would see her jutting her phone forward for them to read, a dense wall of text lining its surface. Underneath the text, there were two photos. One, showed the Dollars Quartet making gang signs over a campfire, with the walls of some kind of enclosed space—and an older man that could only have been Shuji—in the background. The second photo was of a blocky, off-white building, and the futuristic shuttle hovering over its corner like a honeybee lingering over a flower. We have to go back, right now! The rest of Battleworld is being invaded, including my home, and the place next to my home, where my stupid boyfriend is caught in a holding cell that could get lit up like a fireworks display any minute!!!
Santa Destroy Desert
The dust and dirt settled around Anri like the collapsing wings of a seraphim, coming up to standing over the captive husk of the immobile tank. One down, one to go. came to mind, as the missiles’ elaborate firing mechanism retracted from her forearms.
She caught the soldiers landing out of the corner of her eye, too late to stop their descent. But no sooner were they sand side than was Glastonbury’s foot propped up on the tank’s edge—and with a hydraulic thrust, she made to kick the tank forward in a trenching slide, meant to be slow enough not to kill the ground troops but fast enough to send them scattering like bowling pins. But none of this did anything to impede the flood of missiles gunning for her surrogate face, as every screen around her flashed an iridescent red icon of a head cartoonishly exploding.
Anri leaned back bodily and kicked her foot out to engage the thrusters, throwing up another cloud of dust as Glastonbury's feet left the ground and left the robot to keep pace with the missiles tracking mere feet from the robot’s chassis. The student’s left eye twitched closed from the intense reverberation of the mech’s thrusters while she pushed them incrementally harder, trying to maintain the balance between keeping gyroscopic integrity and outpacing the missiles until they naturally lost momentum. For the moment, it seemed they’d reached a stalemate—until she spotted the second tank rotating in her direction, the black pit of the barrel fixing on her like a sunken eye.
The next shot, larger, more robust, and most importantly faster than its brethren, tore through the assorted missile flight paths like a mean line on a graph, detonating their warheads from the shock of its passing as it went to collide with Glastonbury’s chassis.
The sword hovered above her, as bright and unyielding as the morning star. The mindscape of young Anri stretched in every direction, but her focus was only on this newest addition, and she stretched her prepubescent fingers outwards curiously. They closed around it, just as she’d done in reality, and she could feel the blade—or whatever it really was—start in surprise.
“Love?” It asked, a perplexed greeting on par with offering a handshake to someone with no hands.
Anri found her head shaking. “I… don’t think so. What’s your name?” The whispers intensified, washing over her in a red-tinged flood, to no avail. But one name stuck out from the clutter: “Saika?”
The sword turned over in her hands, so that the tip was pointed straight up. “Do you not love?” It asked, more coherently this time.
Anri didn’t respond, staring up at its sheer steel open-mouthed, as the faint whine of police sirens in the distance grew closer. She touched its edge, found it could not cut her, and pulled it into an embrace. “Thank you.” She whispered, lying on the tatami mat floor of her home. “I’m so happy, to be alive…”
Anri’s eyes snapped open. She pulled herself up by way of one of the levers with a small groan, head throbbing, after what could only have been a couple of seconds, but felt like hours. She sat back down as her hands slipped over the controls unconsciously, still half in her faded dream. Or was it a memory? A fresh feed rippled across the viewscreen, showing the damage report: a portion of Glastonbury’s chest cavity was as a scrap-metal lotus, bent and smoking petals sticking out every which way. Anri found herself wincing for an entirely different reason. Sorry, Doctor.
Glastonbury got to its feet, sand pooling off of its shoulders like a whale waking from the deep. Glastonbury’s hand flexed, sword-less, but there was no time to search for it; her comrade had arrived. The football’s sonic boom made her flinch, then yell out. “No!”, momentarily ripping her from thoughts of her premonition. Luckily, as far as she could tell, the residents of the tank had survived. Not so fortunately, they were now turning to unleash their payload on him as well.
Glastonbury took a shambling step forward, and Anri looked at another screen by her side. 67 SECONDS UNTIL THRUSTER RECOVERY. Glastonbury took another step forward, then another, and soon Glastonbury was bursting across the sands once more, making a beeline for the tank in sync with Santa Death Parade’s charge at the Walker. During her mad charge, her hand surged out to reestablish communications with the other mech, trying desperately to dissuade him. “You can’t just run in like that!” She cried. “You’ll get yourself killed!” As Anri crushed and scattered dunes underfoot, she estimated that she was going to be just a few seconds too late—so she took a shortcut. Pulling one lever back and another forward, Anri twisted Glastonbury into a baseball-worthy sliding kick, with the aim of sliding Glastonbury’s toe under the tank’s grounded bottom—after which, she would attempt flex the foot and flip the tank over, nullifying the threat.
Ikebukuro Apartment
The low hum of air conditioning in the background permeated the spartan space, as the large man’s
feet padded silently across the European-style rugs. “I must confess, Doctor,” he said into the phone lodged in the crux of his neck and shoulder, as he fit a simple golden ring over one of his large fingers, “it’s been quite some time since I’ve taken a job of this nature. By virtue of my profession, most of my targets aren’t those that are expected to fight back.”
“Oh nonsense, Egor.” Chimed the other end of the line. “Everybody fears getting rusty, but for you there’s nothing to worry about! They don’t call you the eighth best for nothing.”
“Seventh best, sir.”
“That sounds like confidence to me~ee.” Shingen said over the phone, before breaking out into a short cackle.
Egor let it play out, even as he donned a slight smirk while planting himself down in a lawn chair. If I am going to be here for as long as reports suggest, perhaps I should look into getting more furniture. His bulky fingers reached over to delicately pick up another ring from a nearby TV tray, slotting it on one of his few unoccupied fingers.
“Ahem, yes.” Shingen said, catching himself. “If you’re feeling particularly squeamish today, just remember that taking him in alive is always on the table. Apparently they want to make him suffer, just a little.”
“Blood has no sway over me.” Egor replied genially, even as he held his hand up to catch the faint light streaming in through the blinds. Seven cast-iron rings, notable in their nondescriptness, and one gold, because uniformity was occasionally suspicious. He had a hard enough time going unnoticed in general, what with his frame, but he had long since planned around it. “But I find that dead men hold fewer grudges. Am I to get the target’s information?”
“Yes, I believe he was set to fax them to you.” As if on cue, the machine in the corner lit up, flashing and whining like a crashed UFO. By the time the report had finished printing—discolored with a numerous text-concealing black lines, presumably drawn in after the fact—Egor had crossed the room, and took one of the photos in his hand.
“Your contact evidently doesn’t trust me with some of the background information.” Egor mused, though what was there was… intriguing.
“Yes, well, that’s Izaya for you. Probably wanted to feel like a secret agent or something. Even I’m starting to feel the burn! But, uh, one thing.” A note of utmost seriousness entered the good doctor’s voice, a rare enough occasion that Egor hadn’t grown quite used to it yet. “If things go south, don’t be afraid to make a run for it. You’ll hear no complaints from this end. The lives of assassins aren’t created equal, as it seems.”
A fly landed on the picture’s edge. An instant later, it was smeared against the wall, and the golden ring tumbled to the floor. Egor gave the paper a straitening flap, noting the new ring-sized hole that had taken a chunk out of the target’s head. “No,” he said, getting a good look at the so-called BK-201 for the first time. “No they are not.”
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Did you know this section has a character limit?
Bond - Seeing Red, Mitakihara Industrial District - Imperial Forward Operating Base
The admittedly beautiful women momentarily brushed him off (while keeping an eye on him. Smart, beautiful and deadly.) to make a phone call, while her cohort popped down to interrogate, and potentially shoot him.
Perfect.
"Ex-British Navy. Now Private Sector." Bond retorted.
Christ, did everyone assume British meant MI 6? Why couldn't they assume he was from Hogwarts? King Arthur and Dracula were here, who knew what other fictional characters existed in an infinite multiverse?
In the back of Bond's mind, something clicked, and he had to suppress a grin.
"And it would be a waste of ammunition. I think I've proven that I'm on your side. Or at least, this city's side."
Bond looked Todd up and down, taking in his appearance.
"As for you... you'd be willing to shoot me if I was MI 6. This means you've pissed them off in the past. Too well-armed to be your common terrorist. Criminal would explain the mask, but not the firepower. I'd say mercenary, but you have a certain self-righteous air to you. Vigilante, then? Above the law, and willing to kill anyone trying to stop you, no matter what end of the legal spectrum they live on? International, of course, just like a hero from a movie or a comicbook."
Hell, maybe somewhere out there, there was a comic book of this man.
While Bond distracted him with the spiel, his hand worked in his pocket, typing and sending a message out to Q.
Q - Universal Exports Room, Common Room
Q brought the recording up as soon as Bond's message came through. He fast-reversed the footage, scanning for any sign of something red and heavily-armed. After a few false starts (including a red-cloaked girl with a large sniper rifle), he found the man matching Bond's description.
And the time of his appearance in the Common Room, and his resulting lack of interactions, pointed towards one group.
Within seconds, a message was off to Oracle, reading:
I have a plan.
The Institute - Exterior
The battleground in front of the CIT ruins was littered with the bodies of Generation 2 Synths, and little else of note, aside from the AT-STs that were bearing down on the rotunda. The Galactic Empire had successfully wiped out the Institute's fighting forces on the surface to the last 'man'.
Suddenly, a shimmering mass in the shape of a person appeared before the newcomers. The humanoid mirage slowly approached the arrivals, leaving visible shoeprints in the dirt as it came closer. Then, in a blink of an eye, the mirage was gone completely—A bald man in an armored overcoat was standing in its place, with his hands folded behind his back.
"We've been expecting you," he said in a disinterested tone. "The hostile machines are not aware of your existence here. I'd recommend using that to your advantage. When you get rid of the enemy forces, you will be provided with further instructions."
With nothing more to say, the Institute courser kneeled back behind a piece of rubble and observed the idle AT-STs, anticipating the battle between the Empire's troops and the new Contractors.
The Institute - Interior
The young man didn't have any weapons on hand or in his pockets. When the Imperials threw him to the ground, his face and chest were covered in an unsightly layer of grime that had been built up over the course of centuries. The man struggled to keep his arms raised in the air, because he now had the urge to wipe his face clean from the filth.
"I'm Q2-22! I'm a sanitation engineer, I work under Facilities!"
The terminal that Q2-22 was using prior to the arrival of the stormtroopers continued to run.
Warning - Test Subject may be unpredictable, please take proper safety precautions.
...
Establishing Connection to Test Subject 946...
Connection Established...
Verifying Connection...
Initiating Activation Sequence...
A guttural, synthesized voice suddenly broke the silence, somewhere within the corridors of the ruins.
"ALERT. USE OF LETHAL FORCE IN PROGRESS."
edited 28th Sep '16 12:11:38 PM by TailsDoll
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Mitakihara Rooftop, Yukari - Albida Rubra Sagittaria
<Well, it's nice that some of us have super roof-hopping powers. I'll have to keep up without them, I guess.> Yukari huffed over the mental conference call even as she finished panting from her ascent of the nearby fire escape. Maneuvering from skyscraper to skyscraper had been something of a challenge, with nothing nearby to make bridges, but a trip to ground level and some help from a certain yellow carbot meant that she'd managed to stay with the pace of the other girls... mostly.
One last deep breath turned into an explosive sigh as she lay flat at the roof's edge, and then some vague groping motions and a demand of "Quintessence Bow
◊" turned thin air into a rather ornate, stately looking weapon. <Ready! Maybe you'd think I couldn't keep up with just one arrow at a time, but I happen to be very good at archery,> she imparted with a small smirk, settling into her sniping spot and pulling out a feathered, aggressively fuchsia arrow, <Besides, I can fill out the missing slot in the ensemble now! Can't let you go on without any pink on the team, and a bow is totally a classic Magical Girl weapon, right?>
Camp Nishimi
“Roger that, Folkestone. Fuso 1, this is Camp Nishimi, provide aerial fire support to friendlies on the ground. Prioritize enemy armor in Alpha. Instruct Fuso 2 to switch to alternate frequency for our designations.”
When Barkhorn made contact on the secondary frequency, she would be passed the Americans’ list of what sector was what; Harris didn't want to risk the possibility of the Empire being able to listen in on the entirety of their nearby communications. The most important ones were “Alpha” (the area around the northernmost road bridge that could support heavy vehicles - the one where the military had scant resistance), “Bravo” (the already-demolished central bridge), “Charlie” (the southernmost bridge where fighting was stiffest as Nishmi itself fell in that area), “Delta” (City Hall), and “Echo” (the industrial area, i.e. the Empire’ HQ). There was also “Kilo” for the park surrounding Bravo, as most of the Americans couldn't pronounce “Kihakuhashi” quickly and cleanly over a radio.
Near northern bridge
<Ah, our apologies Takeba-san,> Mami replied as she made her way up to Homura’s position. <The only civilian who’s ever gone on our Witch hunts is Kaname-san, and she usually stays out of danger and watches us.>
<Mostly because Sergeant Robo-boom won't ever budge on letting her make a contract,> Kyoko quipped. She happened to be standing on the same rooftop as Yukari; the movement of her eyes from Yukari over to the rooftop Mami was heading was the one clue on whom she meant by that.
Mami continued, seeming none the wiser to Kyoko’s quip. <Next time, you could probably ask one of us for a lift - we may not be able to, say, lift entire skyscrapers, but someone about the same size as us shouldn't be too much trouble. Especially if she can also provide some support like a bow and arrow.>
<Cut the talk - it's time.> Homura's contribution was curt and pretty definitive.
Mami at that point finally reached the roof where Homura was, taking a moment to look at the sea of white shiny objects below. “They've stopped, Akemi-san,” Mami observed as soon as she got up near Homura.
Homura turned to look, wiping the previous look of annoyance from the recent conversation to focus on the current situation. “Could it be a trap?”
“If they have more reserves in the industrial area. With that explosion, though…”
“Alright, don't go overboard with the fighting.”
“Have you known me to be reckless, Akemi-san?”
“...” Homura let her silence be her answer as she made her way down to ground level to be ready to play Frogger with Stormtroopers. She summoned her Time Shield, reaching in to pull out the PPK issued from Q (sparing only half a moment to lament that it wasn't something more powerful like an Uzi) to pass back to her left hand followed by a frag grenade in her right. <Everyone ready?>
<Ready, Akemi-san.>
<Just get on with it.>
<Right. Ladies...and gentlemen…> Homura tacked on that last part like she only remembered the other gender was there too.
<...Raise hell.>
Mami took her cue, standing up onto the ledge of the roof. She scanned the path she would clear for Homura - there, from that far TIE Crawler going diagonally across the road to the near side about where Homura was waiting -then with a close of her eyes and some focus she jumped up and summoned...well, a pretty big fancy gun
.
“Tiro...FINALE!”
If none of the suddenly sitting duck Troopers looked up in time to notice (or maybe if they did), a large beam would suddenly be dragged across their formation, the beam dissipating on the near side just as Mami dropped back down onto the roof to give herself a chance to observe her results from relative safety.
Kyoko and Homura, from their spots, would wait for the Imperials to respond how they wanted. Kyoko was ready to jump down from her perch to start her ruckus, which would be better for her if where she landed happened to have a stunned Stormtrooper or an Imperial vehicle already there. The length of her spear meant large numbers of relatively weak enemies were her strong suit, but she knew better than to take on too many at once, especially since Stormtroopers were in all likelihood not as stupid or weak as a Witch’s Familiars.
As for Homura, she waited for the Empire to pull their attention towards her allies around and behind her before she would make her break across the street and into the industrial zone. With her finger on the switch, her movement would be boosted by her tampered Time Shield; with her experience, the pistol in her left hand and the grenade in her right should keep any enemies that notice her off until she could disappear into the rubble beyond, where she could pull out heavier weapons and search for answers in there.
edited 28th Sep '16 10:24:22 PM by megarockman
Mitakihara - Air Strike Witches
"Copy that, Camp Nishimi. Moving to Alpha."
Engines roaring, the four Witches were soon travelling over the city proper in a diamond formation. Mio was in front, and with her Magic Eye, she was able to spot the approaching tank unit and position the flight accordingly. The Witches took up position some distance upriver on the city-side of the bridge. As Gertrud set up her anti-tank missile launcher and Lynette the accompanying laser guiding system, Mio would be taking the role as spotter. Yoshika, looking more than just a bit nervous, was in front, ready to deploy her shield at a moment's notice.
"Ready!" Lynette announced just a moment before Trude.
"Alright-" Mio started, before she was interrupted by Yoshika.
"Magic surge!"
This surprised the rest of the flight, who looked around, all trying to figure out what was happening. The sight of Tiro Finale stunned the Witches, who had not been expecting there to be any other magic users on the battlefield. And such destructive magic too...in the whole of the 501st, Mio and Yoshika who had ever come close to anything like it.
"Assume firing positions!" Mio barked, snapping the others out of their stupor. Whatever that had been, they were allies. They could worry about it later.
"Missile armed!"
"The enemy tanks are employing some kind of hover technology," Mio reported, studying the tanks with her Magic Eye. "Aim for the thrusters of the foremost one and bring the whole squad to a halt."
"Beam lock confirmed!"
"FIRE!"
Barkhorn pressed the trigger, and immediately afterwards an anti-tank missile was flying through the air, heading straight as an arrow towards the foremost tank thanks to the guidance system being operated by the flight sniper.
"Reloading."
As Barkhorn started to prepare the launcher for the next shot (taking the missile from Yoshika's backpack, who had been saddled with all the ammunition), Mio kept a close eye on the tank formation, studying to see if the shot hit and if the tank unit would return fire.
Join us in our quest to play all RPG video games! Moving on to disc 2 of Grandia!
The Grand Re-Vizier
Oracle brought up the message and immediately had to resist the urge to slam her forehead down onto the practical fortune in tech at her fingertips. Even her typing seemed more frustrated, hitting the keys like they were thugs in a Gotham dive bar, though thankfully she wasn't in the habit of grinding her teeth.
Sometimes she really didn't understand why they hadn't thrown Jason in prison to rot already.
Then again, she of all people could understand just how much the Joker could twist a person's mind, the kind of horrors he could inflict and what they did to people. That didn't mean Jason wasn't dangerous though. Just to be safe, she quickly picked up the feed from his helmet, showing her a first-person view of Bond.
She sent Q the feed along with the message.
Behind his helmet, Red Hood couldn't suppress a grin.
"Oh I like you, Blondie. Not nearly as dumb as you look. But you're right, I don't have a reason to waste the bullets. Not yet anyway. But you don't seem to mind blowing up these 'Empire' scumbags whoever you work for, so how 'bout you join me and the lady and hit 'em where it hurts? I mean, you have anything better to do, maybe an old broad in a fancy chair somewhere whose ass you have to kiss now that the mission's over?"
He turned to look back at Lady, wondering how long this team-up was going to last.
Well, at least the other members were easy on the eyes.
Batman let the Clones proceed with the infiltration. With their familiarity with the enemy's universe he was willing to concede that they were better prepared to attach his monitoring devices to the shuttle.
Besides, he had something...well someone he had left unattended for far too long. Damian hadn't checked in since he'd managed to sneak off, which inevitably meant he'd gone to do something stupid, reckless and violent by himself. Maybe it was time to rein him in for the time being. The Caped Crusader stepped away from the others and off a ways into the woods for the veneer of privacy before opening up a line of communication.
Damian jumped down into a little gap between rooftops before the image of his father came up on his HUD looking...less than pleased.
"Robin-"
"I know what you're going to say but for once I'm doing the right thing. This 'Empire' has landed a full-blown occupation force in this area and I think the locals are collaborating with them. We'll only be cleaning this mess up later with them entrenched if I don't take care of it now. and no, I haven't killed anyone. Not...directly in any case. The soldiers don't seem to care much if they catch their own in the crossfire."
"You still ran off into unknown enemy occupied territory because you couldn't be bothered with discipline. I want you back in The Cave and ready to follow orders or else-"
"-tt-, you're forgetting that everyone else is already in the field, fighting like I am and you're...what on your own mission? Who are you going to send after me if I say no, Pennyworth?"
His father's face quirked into a sort of dry smirk he was more accustomed to seeing from Grayson as the implications of what he'd just said sunk in and formed an image.
"On...on second thought, don't send Pennyworth. There's...absolutely no way that doesn't end in embarrassment. But I'm still going on with this, I'll be hitting their leadership here and driving them out through guerrilla action. There's no time to stand around talking it over, you won't understand and I don't expect you to."
He severed the connection and slipped out of the little gap to run across the street and further toward his goal.
He would prove himself right and father would see it then.
It would just take time...and violence.
[[The Common Room-Ooh look, new friends and old friends!]]
The Joker couldn't believe that the Caped Curmudgeon thought that a little bit of glue would be enough to hold him! The NERVE of that guy, downplaying him like that! All it took was the old "slip your incredibly convincing fake hand out of the first restraint and squirt the rest with your acid spewing lapel flower" trick! Why, it hadn't even taken half the ingenuity of his own death-traps to escape. That was the problem with ol' Batsy these days, no pep in his step, no pride in his work, that special spark was going out of their relationship! And-
What was this? Another Robin? As if Moe, Larry and Stabby weren't enough for him to play with, an entirely different Boy Blunder and a little band of friends had shown up! He didn't quite recognize this one, but he was probably some other universe's Robin. Fine by him, he was sure that universe must have an equally charming Joker that had at some point made his life full of smiles!
Joker strolled up the the spikey-haired brat plain as day and threw his arms out like he was going to give the boy a hug.
"Robby!~ Aren't ya gonna introduce me to all your little friends? Don't be shy, after all I practically raised you! Boy, you aren't gonna believe what me and your old man have gotten up to lately, it's a real riot!"
edited 29th Sep '16 11:38:20 AM by Dblade26
Arcade Gannon - Dreemurr Residence
The Follower of the Apocalypse looked down the hallway as a woman in some sort of officer's suit appeared on the other end. She had came here, wishing to speak, hoping for a more diplomatic solution. Arcade was taken somewhat aback from the woman's pleas, ever since his time in the Wasteland, not many had aimed for diplomacy, not even the NCR or House. However, he still does not feel that he should trust her, but not to outright attack her on sight.
He then began to question the woman for information, "Where did you come from?"
"I treasure every day with you, darling." "No need to be so sappy, love." "You know that's how she is, Nia." - AU!Pyra, Nia, Mythra