As Tarkin sat at the controls of the Death Star, having deemed that this was a task he himself had to do, an aid ran up from behind.
"Sir! A report, the attackers have hit ISB. They've stopped, but we are unsure how long they will be held."
"It was never intended to be a final solution. A mere delaying tactic. Have the Jet Troopers ready for battle."
"Yes, sir! Also, we've detected multiple heat signatures in one of the Death Star firing lasers. Orders?"
"Hmmmm.....have the next test time cut in half. That should handle the problem."
"Yes, sir!"
As the group came up on the exit to the tube, they would see a ladder off to the side allowing an exit. However, before they got to it, the laser would start humming early, signaling an unexpectedly early shot incoming in the next few seconds, which would be bad news for anyone not particularly fast who had yet to reach the ladder. Suddenly, Obi-Wan came to a stop, and threw his hands in front of him.
"I will hold the blast back. Do not concern yourselves with me, you must go, now! May the Force be with you!"
As people exited the ladder, they would find themselves in an empty hallway, with a single door at the end.
Scorch gave an experts eye to the room and the explosives. "He's not wrong, there's a couple of anti-tank mines in there, but the room should hold. We're going to want to get a good distance away from the door before we do this, however."
Lady, meanwhile, gave a smile on Trevor thinking of the idea of using her own weapon rather then Bond's limited bombs. "I thought you'd never ask. It should work. Everyone else is going to want to get clear of my back, however, don't want to get caught by the backblast.
Lady stepped to the other side of the hall, directing everyone else behind the corner out of the way. Once done, and assuming no one tried to stop her, she would unload a rocket, causing a massive blast that was strong enough to cause the wind to blow back her hair even from 50 feet back. Once the smoke cleared, the group would see the explosives were gone, as was the other, formally closed door, which had been launched down the length of the next hallway. The room itself was dented and now more black then white, but still seemed intact structurally.
The guards in front of the Emperor were not about to make Starfire or Piper's attacks easy, as both took positions up in front of the throne, lances raised and activated with lightning that would make getting hit a very painful matter indeed. Nether Starfire's punch nor Piper's staff would have the length needed to get past the lances that were now being jabbed at the both with the intent to bring them to the ground in lightning induced convulsions
"Hey, hey, relax now."
Satori would hear a voice behind her, and would turn to see the demon hunting duo of Dante and Nero, freshly returned from their trip to Mahora, behind her.
"I get you're upset, but it sounds like that cat-girl did the best she could under the circumstances. You're new here, right? Everyone's gonna be out of wack for a bit, no one really saw this coming. So don't go taking it out on her and making a scene out in public, that ain't fair to anyone."
The Cure, for his part, looked singularly unimpressed with Hal. "Yes, I am aware of who and what you are. That is why I selected you. You will find defying me hard, and I do not advise wasting time trying. Feel free to ask around about what result generally comes of threatening me. Also, a special note for you, attempting to leave the planet's atmosphere is not recommended, as if you try it and go too far, your rings will suddenly find themselves deactivated and....well, last I checked, nether of your species can breath in the void of space."
"You will also find attempting to attack me, or indeed anyone in this room is impossible. I have designated this as a neutral area, separate from yet connected to the Battleworld, where any leaders can meet and speak with each other without fear of reprisal. punches will halt before they land, guns will not fire, and you will find I have generally accounted for everything. Now, I ask again, do you have any actual questions?"
He then turned to Bradley. "Indeed I am. Let me explain what is going on."
He would then proceed to give the same speech he had given to hal just a few moments ago, minus the bit about his rings.
As the assembled demons started to panic and talk about how they could do anything they want, they would suddenly hear a pair of very loud gunshots ring out as Trish aimed one of her handguns at the ceiling and fired to get their attention.
"Now hold on a second, don't get ahead of yourselves. In the human world, we have these things called "Laws", rules on what you can and can't do.Now, I know what you're all thinking "We're demons, we don't have to follow those laws", something along those lines? Let me introduce myself properly, my name is Trish, co owner of Devil May Cry. To put it bluntly, we're demon hunters."
"Now, we don't have any problems with friendly demons, and we're not going to come and shoot you over minor things like playing a harmless prank on a human or something, at worst we'll just come and have a chat with you. But I wanna make this clear right now, before any of you get funny ideas. If you go out and start hurting other humans, we're going to come and shoot you, stab you, whatever, until you're dead. You can spread the word around your demon friends, I don't care if this place doesn't have a boss or whatever, you go and start causing mayhem for humans, we're going to come for you, and we're very good at our jobs. Do I make myself clear?"
edited 13th Mar '17 6:07:24 PM by Meanken
One Brunch Man
Santa Destroy Desert
Strawberry Shortcake breathed its last as it continued on up straight into the sky, the pillar of piercing crimson light forming the pistil of Kimmy's fire flower just before sucking back into the opaque cloud. We've really done it, Anri thought with a smile, watching the display through the specialized scooter's rearview mirror, even while the encroaching desert sands loomed before her emergency ejected form. Squeezing her eyes as she braced for impact, she felt her whole body jolt as the vehicle bounced from front tire to back, pitching up the front end before sending the whole vehicle crashing down on something like a meaningful forward track. Using what little she knew about riding a motorcycle (all of which came strictly from arcade games Mika had dragged her into) the student didn't so much brake as coast gently to a stop, letting the vehicle's momentum bleed out until she was several dozen meters from her weapon of Chunk salvation—and, hopefully, the crowd's attention.
Feeling her stiff legs untense beneath her, Anri made a few passes to shake the dust off of her uniform when the crowd erupted. Jerking her head up, heart leaden at the prospect of another arrival on the horizon, she donned a gratified smile as she realized they only saw the same thing she did: the possibility for another tomorrow, no matter what world it was on.
Cut... cut... cut... cut...? Saika intoned steadily in equal parts celebration and exhaustion, the day's events having drained the excitable weapon in ways that Anri couldn't recall having ever happened before. Letting her eyes slip closed while she drank in the cheers, she reached deep with a comforting hand. It's okay, she whispered. You can rest now. I can't... She stopped, sitting up in her seat, compiling all that she'd learned. All that she had remembered.
I... won't abandon you.
When Anri opened her eyes again, they were the natural brown of her birth, calling attention to the blindspot afforded by her missing lens. Before she had time to sigh at the prospect of asking the Doctor for another favor, a looming black shape filled up the space of the mirror of her good eye, looking curiously like Glastonbury's saber. Frantically gunning the throttle in a vivid bout of muscle memory, the scooter and girl alike sped backward just in time to avoid the saber hilt's colliding haft-end, doing its part to grind the desert sands just a little bit finer. Anri jerked to a stop with a violent exhalation of breath, and would watch as the man-sized tube continued on like a skipping stone before lodging in a distant dune.
With that, Anri sagged as she felt the last reserves of her adrenaline drift off of her like a cloud, and further felt herself sink forward until her face was flush against the scooter's control panel. Reaching up a hand to paw at the controls, she searched for a button out of place, looking for something that would automatically return her to the Doctor's lab, or some other pre-programmed rendezvous point. As the bike thrummed back to life beneath her, Anri would nevertheless attempt to guide the bike to take it near Santa Death Parade, even as her smile rekindled at the curious American-style cheerleaders livening up the scene like human fireworks. Prompting an actual blade to jut out of her shoulder blade, Anri would attempt to guide a beam of sunlight into Charlie's eyes to get his attention. If successful, just as the bulk of the explosion's flames were carried off by the wind behind her, she would offer one, final gesture:
A humble upraised thumbs-up, mirrored perfectly by Glastonbury's upstretched arm and residual finger placement in the background.
We can save them... and we did.
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Lucha Libre goddess
Starfire-Emperor's room
The fact that Starfire was flying meant that she could see the imperial guards before they even got to her. Flying in Zig Zag also meant that she could avoid the imperial guard's weapons by moving aside. Unfortunately it also meant that she wouldn't be able to reach the sith master either. It seemed that her friend Piper wouldn't have more luck either.
This time the princess flew towards the very top of the room to do her next attack. She was hovering in the air and out of the grasp of anyone that couldn't fly or shoot her. Her hands kept glowing just as her eyes in a green tint. One eye blast coming from above went directly towards the emperor.
After her attempted attack at Palpatine, She began to shoot a barrage of star bolts towards Darth Vader.
They all fell towards him as water balloons in size and they woudl seem blurry to sight due to their speed. Some aimed at his head, others at his chest and others at his back.
edited 13th Mar '17 10:47:34 PM by FallenLegend
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
retconned
edited 15th Mar '17 4:28:54 PM by megarockman
Death Star, ISB Room: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand Boom Goes the Dynamite Entire Goddamn Room
Misaki hid her alarming skepticism like a champ, and offered no objections expect to step as far back in the hall as physically possible. If the not-quite-stormtroopers were confident this reckless idea wouldn't blow them all to bits, she wouldn't complain. She could, but she wouldn't.
The blue-skinned woman who had once been Agent Vicket seemed to share her concerns, since she and the Spider-Woman joined her at the back of the hall.
"So much for subtlety." the Englishwoman sighed.
The teleporting mutant and the Southern Belle, however, seemed overjoyed at the explosive prospects. They laughed and hollered at the deadly blasts like they were fireworks. Even the burly Wolverine smiled at the spectacle, if only from the good side of his face.
Assuming the door opposite of the security room was blasted out of the wall, Wolverine would order the Red Guard to regroup into formation, with him taking a new position on the Boss' four. Together, they would venture further into the Death Star, ready for whatever would try to stop them next.
edited 14th Mar '17 3:26:20 PM by TheodoreHastings
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Bond - Death Star Laser Team
"You have to admit, they certainly constructed this thing to a high standard." Bond said, as he walked through the now mine-free ISB offices. "I was honestly expecting something similar to the space stations back home, where a stray bullet could compromise the entire structure."
"Speaking of things being compromised, I fear I may have gotten on Mr. Cooldown's bad side back on the shuttle. Which is unfortunate, as he's from Santa Destroy and I'm currently staying in a hotel there."
He looked across the entire group, a veritable cross-section of Battleworld's society.
"I don't suppose anyone could recommend a good hotel?"
Satori hated Gensokyo Vampires.
But, aside from that little reminder, Satori cooled off at an incredible speed the second Rin had left, going back to her normal state of bored apathy. She looked up to the pirate and the two trenchcoat-wearing, white-haired men with half-lidded, still judgmental eyes. "Don't worry about Rin. She did admirably considering the situation, and she was obviously trying to get back to this 'Santa Destroy' before I stopped her. I just felt as though a little extra motivation was needed in her case, and what better motivation than in public. I was also serious, in that it's that bird that will have some issues to deal with."
Strange how someone like Grant, dressed like a common criminal, came to the defense of a random cat. In fact, from what Satori could see of Rin's mind, Grant had hardly dealt with her so far. While she couldn't speak for the other two, them not being within her memories, Grant's participation did seem odd...
That earned him a resounding "Hmm" in Satori's mind.
"What's your interest in her? It seems as though you've barely even spoken to her, and she should just be a stranger to you."
Being one of the few voices of common sense here, the old man spoke up again. "I'd like t'say that we'd never even think about it, but there's probably a few who have some sour taste in our mouths about humans in the past. Especially Oni, you probably need to talk to them."
He started pacing about the walkway, looking Trish over with his old, clouded eye. "You've got a fancy gun, and a sword that feels like it's been forged by a youkai, sure. But how are you gonna back up those claims? Just how many people do you have working for you in this...Devil May Cry?"
edited 14th Mar '17 9:35:59 PM by wikkit
In truth, Harley was missing a lot of the nuances of this conversation. Kida had told her yesterday about the Slasher, and how they were some serial killer guy or something that he wanted to find. She was unclear how this guy in front of her was connected to them, or why they were worried about The Slasher when she was under the impression the whole point of this was to murder some dudes in stupid white suits. But these was one thing she picked up on, mostly when he said the Slasher would not attack him. Had this been a cartoon, a light bulb would have appeared over her head.
"Oh, hey, so the Slasher guy or whatever cares about this teacher guy right? So rather then be boring and try to negotiate with them when they might not wanna do that, I have a better idea, we take this guy and hold him hostage, demand the Slasher reveal themselves or we start breaking bones, or cutting off fingers, or something! That's what Mr J would do, so I know that it's a good idea!" She said with a bright smile completely at odds with what she had just suggested.
Dante shrugged at the question. "I just don't like seeing people get yelled at when they seem to be trying to fix their mistakes. I'm a nice guy like that." At this point Dante stepped forward to shake Satori's hand.
"Name's Dante, owner of Devil May Cry, nice to meet you. The kid behind me is Nero, he works for me."
Nero gave a lazy wave. "Yo."
Trish shook her head. "Wrong way to think about it, it's not about quantity, it's about quality. The guy in charge has single handly killed demon lords who were able to warp reality, just to give an example. And we've already met a bunch of people who we could easily get to give us a hand in kicking demon ass if we needed to cover a lot of ground. But if you're not gonna be the issue, then I'm wasting time trying to convince you, sounds like I need to have a chat with these Oni. So, tell me where I can find the biggest, baddest Oni around.
edited 15th Mar '17 3:24:00 PM by Meanken
The Grand Re-Vizier
The Dark Knight had been involved in his fair share of sword duels, often against opponents with literal centuries of experience with a blade.The man before him though -if he was a man at all and not some machine fueled by advanced science and dark magics- was unlike any opponent he'd faced before.
To the untrained eye, Vader's movement might seem stiff and mechanical, but there was a certain effortless nature to the way he'd blocked Batman's attack that betrayed his true skill to the vigilante. Batman was barely able to catch himself as he was flung back with an almost casual leveraging of Vader's inhuman strength on his blade, saved only by the timely intervention of a child he didn't quite know. If they survived through this, the Caped Crusader would have to thank him
Having just felt the power Vader could bring to bear on him, Batman knew he couldn't beat him in a straightforward battle of power. So when the towering Dark Lord advanced on him and swung, he moved his blade with the force of the blow and let it carry his own downward, shifting his body and feet out of the way before flowing into a cut at Vader's inside calf. It was the Coup De Jarnac, a classic maneuver of 16th Century France!
Well, classic in the sense that it was widely regarded as one of the original cheap-shots of swordsmanship.
To cover all his bases, Batman fired off the scallops on his right glove as he made the attack, trying to shoot the hidden knives there at the control box of beeping lights on Vader's chest while the cut hopefully distracted the Sith Lord.
Bruce wasn't sure if any of it would work, but he was sure that anything that looked like that had to be important.
Hal was still standing, which was good (but one could argue that his fear of being disintegrated meant the situation, as a whole, was not good), but the Red King made sure to drive the same point into his head: 'you can't stop me'.
Heh. He smiled to himself. Just watch me do it.
"Alright. I think I got it. You're big, you're though, no one can hit you. Fine. I can get with the program." Hal held up his hands, pacing around the room and glancing at the newcomer Wrath. "But I have to say, as a Green Lantern, it is in my nature to seek others like me. Sure, I got Kilowog, but... even I get tired of him sometimes."
"Point is: could I try and find new Green Lanterns, your..." He trailed off, realizing he didn't want to call the Big Bad Thing by a nickname he might not end up liking.
"You may call me The Cure. Or just Cure, whichever works. And yes, I anticipated that response, as I said, you are free to do whatever you want. I shall not stop you."
With that, he leaned back, clearly dismissing them unless they had anything further to say.
Suddenly, Sayaka would hear a voice in her head.
"Greetings, do not panic, I am The Cure, the creator of this world, and the one who provided your transport into this shuttle. Before you do anything rash, you may wish to know a few facts. Once the targets that those on this station are after are dead, I fully intend to teleport them out directly. Thus, your efforts to secure an exit, while noble, are pointless. Would you not rather be on the front lines, directly attacking the foe who seeks the death of everything you hold dear?"
He paused a moment, and then a blue portal appeared in the shuttle.
"If you wish to play a more active role in this final act, then please, enter the portal and I will bring you to one of the teams currently attacking this station."
Lady smiled at the cheers and such as she put the weapon back on her back. "Glad to see a few of you enjoyed the show. Let's get moving. And, Bond, can we not do this on a giant space station that's going to destroy the planet in less then an hour? Worry about what hotel you're staying at once we make sure there's still a hotel to use. Besides, don't you have your own room like the rest of us people who don't already have a place on the planet?"
Once they were past ISB, they would see another hallway that led into the final area where Tarkin was. Before they got there, however, a blue portal appeared in front of them for a second, long enough to spit Sayaka out into the hallway, before closing behind her.
Vader took the hit to his calf, a momentary backward stagger the only apparent effect as his armor and extensive cybernetics prevented the hit from being as damaging as it would have been on an unarmored target. Vader's lightsaber then went up, blocking the lightning and attempting to redirect the bolt at Batman. However, the ball shape of it meant that he was still hit by some stray lightning.
This, coupled with the strike to his life support that his distraction with the lightning rendered him unable to block, sent him to his knees for a brief moment. As Starfire's attack came, he raised a hand upward, erecting a force barrier that would absorb her attack. As he did this, his other hand lifted at a large steel box , before he threw his arm and tossed it at Starfire with the speed of a bullet.
Meanwhile, the Emperor blocked the attack in the same way he blocked Sypha's before, still laughing all the while.
Hanger 105
Just as Sayaka turned back towards Kyubey, the Cure’s sudden auditory appearance took her by surprise: “Uwa!”
<What’s going on? Is The Cure speaking to you?>
Sayaka didn’t answer right away, only listening to what the voice in her head said as a second portal appeared within the shuttle. “I...think so, yeah. Does he sound like a big demonic overlord?”
<Then it’s most likely him, yes. What did he say?>
“He said this portal will take us to the fight directly. Also that we don’t need to worry about getting a ride home - if we kill the targets he’ll warp us all back safely.”
<And you trust what he says?> Kyubey asked as he watched Sayaka summon her Soul Gem and transform into her Magical Girl outfit.
“Well, this portal is what brought me here in the first place. And…” She looked out of the shuttle towards where the entrance to space ought to be by her reckoning. “There’s less than an hour now, right? I don’t know if I can stand waiting, if there’s only that much time before the thing blows up everything.” Sayaka turned back to Kyubey. “You should probably come along if there’s no point in staying here.”
Kyubey looked over at the portal for a moment. <To this point, the Cure has not said anything false as far as I know. If you believe this to be the best thing to do now, I’ll follow along.>
“Right.” Sayaka held out her hand and summoned a cutlass into it before turning back to the portal. “Here goes.” With the cutlass out ready to attack, she walked into the portal at a brisk pace, Kyubey jumping in behind her just before it dissipated
Hallway to Tarkin
To those that were gunning for the Grand Moff, the girl that emerged sword in hand
from the momentary portal and the white alien space ferret or something
probably looked pretty out of place compared to the environment, though perhaps less so with some of the others of the motley crew. Sayaka would catch sight of the group and offer a momentary look of surprise followed by, “Uh, sorry I’m late!”; Kyubey would remain behind her feet for the moment looking on at how many of the initial crew had survived, including the one of them that was the only one to have seen any of him before - he wondered briefly if Lady would recognize him.
Lady suddenly came to a halt as the potral appeared, hand slowly nearing her gun. She frowned when she saw a teanage girl exit, not exactly happy with yet more teenagers in the fight. Then a particular being exited behind her, looking far more solid then he did earlier, and her frown deepened.
"I can guess why she's here. Not really sure what you're doing following her, however. No offence, but you don't exactly look like a fighter, so not really sure what you're intending to accomplish here other then being in the way."
Left unsaid was the fact that this was the second time today she had encountered this particular demon, and once again he was making her very wary for reasons she could not quite put her finger on.
Genosha Palace, Medical Ward: Friendship Truly Is Magic!
Amber noted the use of "had" without question; Ren's followup gave her all the background she needed.
"I'm looking forward to meeting her." she smiled. "But right now, I've got to go. There's still some work to do."
As she waved goodbye and turned to leave, she added "You're welcome to stay here for the night. There's more than enough room for your whole group. Just make sure you let either me or His Majesty know, so we can make the arrangements."
Unless stopped, the little leader of the Evening Primrose would walk out of the anteroom, offering the Hunters one last wave before turning past the door.
—
Nora wouldn't see the cold feeling clutch Maki's throat shut, or how her words released the grip to breathe life back into him. She wouldn't see the riotous thoughts whirling through his brain, or how a new philosophy might have taken root deep inside, thanks to her.
But she would see the water swelling in Maki's mismatched eyes.
"...I'm sorry."
The boy freed his hand and lunged to embrace his friend. His arms would clutch her tight in an attempt to suppress the soft whimpers that followed his tears.
After five years of being a Contractor, Maki had only felt compelled to cry three times: all three times had happened today. Maybe it was the planet, or maybe it was his newfound friends, but whatever the cause it seemed clear to the boy that he was changing. Growing wiser, growing softer, or growing more human, he couldn't say. But for once, he didn't want to ask questions. Not to Amber, or to anyone.
Whatever it's called, he thought, I want to like this change...
Death Star, En Route to Tarkin: The More the Merrier?
Misaki furled her brow at the man called "Bond," though it seems that woman from the first meeting was on top of the scolding. Turns out others were on the same page she was, though Misaki wouldn't see Mystique roll her luminescent eyes at Bond's inquiry.
"Don't Genosha have a Ritz?" the Southern Belle asked her blue friend.
"Ja." he nodded. "Und zie Gambit Casino has some great rooms as well, if you play."
"Rogue, Nightcrawler, focus." their leader growled.
The two youngest members nodded, just in time to spot a big blue portal spit out a girl and a rabbit-weasel-thing.
Aside from the swift twitch of their weapons, Misaki and the Red Guard kept out of the conversation. All except the goggled Mutant, the one they aptly called "Toad."
"If these newcomers keep rolling in, we'll soon outnumber the Empire!"
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Piper, Throne Room, An Electrifying Situation
Stupid, stupid,stupid! How could she forget the guards? How did she ignore the guards? She was just as bad as the boys. Piper stayed low, rolling away from the lance, before bringing her staff around, aiming to sweep the guard off his feet and jab him with the crystal.
If that failed, she'd roll even further, before getting back to her feet and just blasting them with a frost crystal.
[TOP SECRET]
Lucha Libre goddess
Starfire-Imperial throne-the warrior prince
Starfire tried to dodge, but the steel box managed to hit her in the stomach. It was like a long range punch. She flinched. She grunted. It was painful. But she kept floating in the air.
Unlike the others, she didn't know the story behind Darth Vader, but she was able to notice his armor was not just a symbol of strength and power. His heavy breathing betrayed it was also one of weakness.
"You do not see, Vader of Darth? This emperor is only gloating at the sight of your suffering. I do not believe he is a friend of yours as we could be. I fight you for the sake of this world, but I do not take delight on your pain."
Starfire dived down from the very top of the ceiling. Using the strength of her flight and the gravity below, to make her landing faster and stronger, she attempted to land a kick on his side right side
Whether or not she succeeded, she would cover her fists in green energy plasma. The tamaranean princess would use her flight to spin on the air and follow up with an uppercut, still aiming on his back.
edited 16th Mar '17 6:17:36 PM by FallenLegend
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
Eternal Princess
The gothic lolita turned as the shaman approached with the horsemen. The girl seemed critical of the arrival. His costume was uninspiring. A cowboy outfit, not unlike Doctor Peace. A six shooter too, again much like the Merchant of Death she was familiar with. But even the old doc had the graces to put on some flair. She suppose she shouldn't complain too much. With so many bearing the mantle of Death, she was worried she would have to change her style. Sweet lolita would be her next choice, though pink does not go good with her complexion.
This was a being of legend. A subject of song and story told and retold through millennia. The figure before her failed to live up to the promised prose. The shape, his motivations, the way his face betrays his emotions and thoughts. Her dissatisfaction could be summed up simply, he was all too human. It was like journeying to paradiso, only to find the creator of the universe a frail old man with a beard.
She was still interested to see how the drama would unfold. A rider abandoning his sacred duties and death bearing life. It was blasphemous! But intriguing for its blasphemy. Even with her misgivings, it still demanded attention if for nothing more then its disregard for standard conventions. But she was also invested in the Dhampir story as well. Alucard's tale of a familial bonds reforged from the depths of death was reaching an emotional climax. The pale rider's story was still just beginning.
The Pale Rider didn't even mind that each and every vampire here was an affront to his name. Spurning the natural order with each and every step. But then she suppose she shouldn't be surprised. Perhaps with time, she could add some dramatic flair to that narrative. While romance is always heart warming, tragedy is so much more sweet.
Margaret turned back toward the countess, motioning for her to lead the way
Seeing they were moving out, Susie slowly followed. She kept a eye looking longingly at the portal. Her hands twitched, already suffering withdrawals from going too long without petting a cat. When Miss Fuzzy Bottom popped back though, the teenager's face lit up, only to visibly frown when youkai relaid her message.
"Aww. But, Miss Fuzzy Bottom..."
Oh that's right, that cat girl didn't know she was already thinking of renaming her. She wondered it it was still considered kidnap if its a cat girl? Ah she better not. I mean she still wasn't completely clear on the details of this whole hostage/ vampire apprentice situation was. Its not like she could just keep the cat in somebody else's house, she had no idea if she was house trained or not. She waved good bye to the cat girl before thinking of something that might actually be of use.
"Oh, you were looking for someone or something right? You should contact the UAA. I mean those guys specialize in finding people who don't want to be found and killing them. I'm pretty sure you can ask them to just not do the killing part."
Sylvia took the tourist map, scanning over the contents. As her eyes darted over the different districts. Ideas were already forming in her mind. She committed to memory everything that was there, and began imagining what she could do with it. News of the storm caused her to instantly look at the girl in surprise. She covered her mouth with her hand in apparent horror, or perhaps simply a safety precaution just in case she was subconsciously smiling.
"The Cure would take your chunk while you were already vulnerable? And with the the invasion on top of that...it's too cruel...you must have suffered such hard ships."
She looked at the young girl with concerned eyes, though in the back of her mind she was wondering if she was laying it too thick. Meh, she was in middle school, she would probably eat up all the sympathy she could get. She then gave a reassuring smile and tried to place a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"But don't worry. You have friends in Santa Destroy. The Pizza Batt CEO had already expressed a desire to send out construction crews and establish a war relief aid. I can also get in contact with some security agencies to help provide security during this period where your chunk is especially vulnerable. I'll have to send a representative to talk to the right people and get the all the paper work in order, but I am sure I can get UAA personnel on every street corner before the day is done..."
All the chunks should be reeling from the planet wide attack, but this chunk? You can always negotiate the best deals out of the needy and the desperate. She shouldn't probably leave it with that last line, too ominous. Better tell her what she wants to hear. It wasn't too hard to guess. Looking at the girl with kind eyes, the french woman continued.
"We can make it so you can return to your normal life. Go to school, laugh with your friends. You would like that wouldn't you?"
The shorter of the two gentlemen watching the little girl took a side glance at the duo from the DMC. He was in a hazmat suit when he talked with them, so its not like they saw his face. He recognized them instantly though, its hard to forget the people who pull a gun on you and threaten to end your life. He has been assured this room does enforce a no violence policy, he was sure Sylvia would not allow the little miss to come in here if that was not the case. Still, it made him no less nervous being in the same room as them. Keep your head down and don't draw attention to yourself, just like always. Seemed like the only way to live for people like him.
While Weller seemed distracted, the blonde little girl flipped her drawing back right side up. She wasn't sure why he was trying to hide her artwork, that's how the magical was suppose to look when she transformed. She did wondered why the two guys scolding the purple haired girl went for the same look. Momma always complained when someone wore the same thing as her, maybe boys don't have that problem.
While her mother talked with Strawberry, little Jeane decided she would take the time to expand her art portfolio. She drew the shark tooth man laughing with Nathan Copeland. They both seemed to go to the same dentist. She could't imagine having teeth like that though. She bit her tongue once while chewing gum and that hurt enough with the teeth she got. The man with the eye patch was wearing all the wrong clothes. She drew up in the same outfit as the other pirate in the room. Just like Strawberry, she knew the green guy too. But she couldn't figure out why the Green Hornet wasn't wearing his fedora and suit, he looked kind of silly wearing tights.
edited 16th Mar '17 6:42:24 PM by ImmortalNeet
How do you kill that which has no life?
With all the insanity going on around, it almost seemed like Undyne wasn't needed to fight. Not that it had ever stopped her before. With her standard cry of "NGAAAHHH!", the captain flung her hand upwards, and summoned a flurry of spears into the air. Most of them rained down upon the imperial guards, but her last was sent shooting straight down at the Emperor, like a fluorescent blue Sword of Damocles.
This question gave Asgore pause. "...Well, the first invading platoon was faced by my guards, so I cannot speak for them. I only personally faced a squadron of mechanical soldiers sent by the Empire, and any other human attackers were subdued by guards and citizen volunteers. It's probable they didn't want to claim great power for themselves, or maybe they didn't want to send the wrong signal to the allies fighting with us."
Asgore smiled back at Magnus, but this smile quickly faded away. Obviously, this wasn't a satisfying response, for either of them. Asgore looked to the ground as he collected a more formal response.
"For myself...I think, perhaps..." He sighed. "I'm tired of it all. Tired of this war, between humans and monsters, with death after death over so many centuries. So you wonder, I imagine, why not have it all over with? Why not take seven souls, claim godlike power, and snuff out billions of lives in an instant? ...I...honestly couldn't tell you. I couldn't quite place my finger, if I tried, on why my stomach twists at the thought of ending so many lives at once, robbing whatever good they could have done for this world... All I can tell you, with all sincerity, is that I have never truly wished for power, or death to my enemies. All I have ever wanted, all I've ever done for my kingdom, is to give my people hope for a better tomorrow."
He looked back up at Magnus. "Perhaps that makes me weak, I cannot say. But I have strong friends and a grateful citizenry that continue to stand behind me, so for that, I feel quite fortunate indeed."
“Oh, uh…” Asriel tried to blot out the sound of Satori reading her cat the riot act on the other side of the room, and kept his attention on Yuugi. “My dad’s a pretty big guy, maybe about a foot taller than you, even. That might sound tough, but honestly, he’s a big old soft-hearted goofball and everyone knows it.” He chuckled at that. “Might be kind of a doormat sometimes, too. But he can be tough when he has to be. All through this fight, he’s been hoping against hope that everyone can just sit down for tea and all get along, but even so, he and the guard stood up to the Empire’s soldiers, and he’s still trudging forward, smiling that friendly smile…”
Asriel’s gaze seemed a little distant for a moment.
“…he’s been like that as long as I can remember, even when… You asked about my mom. She and Dad divorced a long time back, and nobody’s seen her since. It’s a long, sad story. I won’t get into it right now.”
The old fellow, who was prepared to give a nice little speech about how even if oni and youkai don't get along, they'll work together against some demon killers, shot her a dirty look and said "Reiuji! You're not supposed to just rat out people like that!"
"What do you mean? She asked for it, and if she's out in the world somewhere, she'd probably find her sooner than later. Yuugi's the kind that likes causing a ruckus, right?" She turned to Trish, and added "I last saw her entering a portal like you came out of. I don't know where that lead to, but if you wanna go try and find it again, be my guest. We can do this whole hell-tour thing again some other day if this is important."
His one eye wincing in pain, the old man grunted out "You dumb bird..."
One crow standing next to him immediately reacted, saying "Hey! Don't talk like that to a hell raven, you old git!"
And, in the span of the next five seconds, the crowd had erupted into a mess of name-calling as the ravens crowded around the few youkai there, a great sound of "CAW CAW CAW" drowning out whatever meaningful discussion could've been had there.
Utsuho looked away from this scene, and said "...So, let's go find an oni, then?"
It wouldn't be a stretch to say that Satori wouldn't endorse hiring out an assassin's guild for finding her sister, but, if she was the only one heading out to find someone like that, she could afford to be a little pragmatic. Hopefully these folk have the good faith to take credit...
"So, where can I find them? I'm gonna assume they're back in Santa Destroy, but that's a big place."
Really, for one who opens minds, she was inscrutable.
But, at least Yuugi could understand his other plight. Even strong people end up in that mess you'd call romance. "You don't have to. I'm old enough to know how bad romance can get. Hell, it's why I'm still single after all this time!" She tried a quick, reassuring pat on the goat's back, which came out more like a light swat.
"Ah, don't worry. There's always chances to fix those kinda issues. Just gotta be on the lookout for 'em. Now, I don't think it'll be that dignified of me to ask this, because I think I'm supposed to be a dignitary right now, but tell me this. What's the party life like back home?"
On the other nebulously-defined end of this room, Satori sighed. "I wasn't yelling. I was just speaking in a raised tone of voice. I think the difference is obvious."
With that casual observation out of the way, Satori reached up to grab Dante's hand. "Satori Komeiji of Chireiden. Rin is my cat, and the tall blonde one over there is Yuugi Hoshiguma. My acquaintance, for lack of a better word. What does your line of work entail, then, if you may make Devils cry? Professional heartbreakers?"
edited 17th Mar '17 6:33:47 PM by wikkit
One Brunch Man
Ikebukuro General Hospital—Fourth Floor Director's Office
Were Lee to remain observant, he may notice the suited man's single eye continue to follow the "student's" movements as it crested over top of his paper like a sepia sunrise, at least until a nurse came to bring the man a steaming drink. Something to the effect of "...sorry to hear about your sister..." would drift through the room were the Black Reaper keen to hear it, and a soft laugh would emanate from behind the newspaper even as a large hand reached out to clasp most of the way around the cup.
As for Hoshigawa, he would stop sharply as soon as Lee announced his presence in front of his office, a glaze born of focus quickly draining from his eyes to harden into amber as the schwik! of the firing extinguisher filled the air. Despite the student being mostly clear, Hoshigawa would immediately attempt to reach down and grab Lee's shoulder before pushing him back, stepping back in turn with the Yellow Scarf's potential fall backwards.
"Director!" One of the nurses would yell, running up to the pair regardless, before being stopped by Hoshigawa's outstretched hand.
"Close this door, and make sure no one else goes near it." He said, his voice soft and unyielding as surgical metamaterial. "This was not an attack. It was an accident. Understand?"
The nurse, biting back a response, clearly did, if a tad reluctantly. After a moment more of staring at the door, Hoshigawa's gaze would turn to Lee, and he would wordlessly gesture him to get to his feet. Assuming he did so, he would then gesture the man to fall in step beside him, even as the Director resumed the ever-focused gaze he had assumed as he was walking up. However, were Lee as observant as before, he might notice the man suppressing a full-body tremor; it seemed Lee was not the only one capable of putting on a show for potential observers.
"You're not one of my staff." He said with peculiar certainty. "Who are you, and what is it you need to talk about?"
Ikebukuro General Hospital
Kida, for his part, did not resist the urge to laugh. "Pfffthahahahahahahahaaaaa, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Letting out a soft sigh, Thrax may be almost able to see the teenager wipe a mock tear from his eye. "Ha ha haaaaa, ah. So, uh, just to be clear, I'm not laughing at your whole planet-destruction thing. I read most of that pamphlet you guys put online for some reason." There was that creak of leaning in again, before Kida's voice cut back in, quiet enough that Thrax himself may have to lean in. "No, it's funny, because you think you're leaving."
Immediately, Kida opened his vanilla phone with a one-handed snap before pressing a very specific number on the speed dial. "Yo, DS," he said, chiming in to the Suicide Squad member on the opposing roof even as he held the phone as close to the helmet as possible, "if a ship explodes on a rooftop, and no one's around to hear it, what sound does it make? Get back to me on that."
Letting that comment stew for a moment, in addition to holding the phone in such a way that the Agent on the other end would very clearly be able to hear any cracks of gunshots, Kida would eventually bring it back with: "So, yeah, to sum it up, my problems are still very much your problems, and right now those problems consist of leeeetle white cockroaches all over my first and second floors. Be a sport and open up a motel."
Ikebukuro General Hospital—First Floor Hallways
Silence.
"What?!"/"What?!"
Then:
"That's a horrible idea!"/"That's a great idea!"
Nasujima turned sharply, giving the red-haired boy the nastiest look he could muster. "And how, pray tell, is it great?!"
Yoshi Yoshi merely blinked as the ire tinged off of him, before shrugging. "I mean, we're not actually going to do it, right? And that way, we can finally meet the Slasher, and make friends!"
Nasujima scoffed. before throwing his hands high in the air. "Why are we even still talking about this? Wasn't your little crew, I don't know, looking for someone?"
Yoshi Yoshi shrugged again. "Yeah, the Medical Director's son, so we can get him to safety, and stuff. But the Slasher can help us find them, right?" He turned to Harley. "So, how you wanna do this? Just kinda gonna yell it a lot?"
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Calamity is a housewife
Elphelt - Gunnin' for Tarkin
"Mm... izzat you? My prince? My groom to be?"
The presence of a decidedly male voice had tickled the Valentine's romance sensor, but upon feeling a light slap of the cheek, her vision cleared, and remembering where she was, she coughed herself to full consciousness and answered Toad's query.
"Um... four, thank you for checking on me Mister, Celty."
As Trevor began to scoop her up in his strong arms bridal style, El was tempted to just let him, and for a few seconds she did. The man was quite handsome, not to mention chivalrous from what she'd seen of him so far. But in a time like this, she had to be pulling her own weight. With her face nearly reaching a light shade of pink, she lightly tapped a palm on his chest (wow, might be firmer than Sol's).
"I can stand on my own Mister Belmont, thank you."
With that rather embarrassing moment out of the way, Elphelt stood back on solid ground with Celty's help and followed the rest. The room stuffed with explosives that greeted them was quickly taken care of, and boy was it hard on the ears. El had been squeezing her palms over them and looking away from the seizure-inducing display, not very appreciative of how her day had been so far. More than a few instances of herself eating dirt, getting her dress dirty, and now having her ear drums nearly blown out.
In the next room, Elphelt had just been thinking about how bloated their team had been getting when a portal opened before them. As Sayaka and Kyubey stepped out, the Valentine merely added on to Toad's sentiment.
"I'll say..."
She caught herself, then switched to a more formal, womanly manner of speech.
"But no matter how we put it, this can only be a good thing."
She cleared her throat, then addressed the Magical Girl.
"Hello, my name is Elphelt Valentine. May I know your's?"
While she kept herself calm and straightened, inside she was wondering what that white ferret thing was and how it got so cute.
Sin - Mitakihara Daze
What stood before Sin looked... marginally worse than the rest of the city he'd seen so far. Considering what he'd heard about this 'Wally Burger Night' thing (he mentally kicked himself for forgetting the name), that was saying a lot. Homura here apparently had something to do with it.
"Anyway, let's look for that ship."
Ram - hey LOOK, LASERBEAMS
As Ramlethal sped through the laser tube (whilst holding whoever might've taken up her offer in her arms, and carrying them quite well for someone of her stature), a whine and hum echoed past the tube.
("No! It hasn't been twenty seconds yet!")
She stifled her panic, and just focused on getting out of there. The old man in the cloak stood where he was, and declared he would be holding back the blast. She somewhat doubted that he could, she in fact nearly wanted to snatch him up and speed away to the ladder with the exit, but had to take into account everyone else, the lives currently in her hands, as well as their mission. She wrestled with the thought in slow motion, and decided that she'd leave the old man to his self-appointed task.
As much as it pained her, she left him, and made it, along with presumably everyone else on her team.
And now with only one way to go...
"Let's get going."
edited 18th Mar '17 9:50:15 AM by LatverianBadger
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Satori's question earned a loud laugh from Nero.
"Ha, he wishes!"
Dante, after shaking Satori's hand, looked at Nero with an expression of mock hurt. "Ouch, that stings kid. I'll have you know, if I really wanted to, my rugged good looks could get me any girl I wanted."
"Oh please, you've known Lady for how long? 10 years now? And never made a move?"
"Hey, hey, that's different, we're friends, strictly a professional relationship, and for the love of god don't let her hear you making those jokes unless you want to get shot at!" He said, still in a joking manner before he turned back to Satori. "Anyway, we're demon hunters. Basically, when demons start acting up and making trouble, killing humans, causing property damage, that sort of thing, we get called in to take care of the problem."
Dante did not elaborate, figuring the sword on his back and the guns on the inside of his coat would be enough to indicate what exactly "Taking care of the problem" entailed.
Trish, meanwhile, after saying a quick goodbye to the assembled demons in the plant, returned to the portal with her crow companion in tow, and entered the portal.
"Alright, so this here is what everyone's taken to calling the "Common Room", some kind of neutral space or something made by the asshole demon who kidnapped us all." She pointed at the large throne where The Cure still sat, speaking with Bradley. "That would be him. If this Oni we're looking for entered a portal, this is where she would have ended up, but she could have then entered any of these other portals. So we'll have to ask around. What's this Oni look like?"
edited 18th Mar '17 11:01:42 AM by Meanken
"You sure know how to make a point, Mr. Cure." Hal said, crossing his arms in his typical swagger, internally thanking God he hadn't been incinerated in the spot. "Alright. I'll be sure to stay in your good graces."
Making his way back to his room, he stopped to watch the people who had appeared all around him. The Cure did say that he was allowed to do what he wanted, but... Hal knew that he wouldn't allow anything. He needed to pick his allies carefully, and, unfortunately, the only metric by which he could judge them (at least right now) was how they looked.
Too deep in his internal thoughts, Hal didn't stop to think how Dante and the people around him would react to the sight of a man in a glowing green suit staring at them wistfully, one hand rubbing his chin, muttering unintelligible words every now and then.
(Or maybe that was Hal's way of getting invited into a conversation. He couldn't help but flash back to one of his former girlfriends telling him he didn't know how to talk like a normal person. Well, was it really his fault? The people he interacted with the most were pig-people and small blue aliens—)
"JORDAN!"
Hal snapped back into attention, slipping into his cadet training as Kilowog stomped into view. "Geez, you don't have to scare me like that."
"You should have come back with an update already! What if I had been attacked by enemy forces, hm?!" Kilowog shoved a finger in Hal's face, pushing him back. "Seems to me like we need to work on your communication skills, Jordan!"
"Please don't." He squeaked, his stares over at Dante's crew now turning into glances pleading for them to interrupt.
Vampire Hunter
Grant, Common Room
Soon, two others had thought to add their own opinions, supporting Rin. Grant turned around to see...
"Great, more white-haired pretty boys," Grant muttered in regards to Dante and Nero who reminded him very much of Alucard. He listened to the conversation that Dante and Nero were having with Satori.
"Well, I defend the defenseless, and I thought you were bein' unfair on the catgirl," Grant answered Satori before introducing himself to both Satori and the two white-haired pretty boys. "Name's Grant DaNasty."
When Dante introduced him and Nero as demon hunter, Grant perked up, "Tell me, Dante... Have you seen my two friends?"
"Their names are Trevor Belmont and Sypha Belnades," Grant added, figuring that if anyone encountered the two vampire hunters, it would be the ones with the same profession basically.
When Hal and Kilowog decided to make a slight scene, Grant glanced back at them, raising an eyebrow while looking at Kilowog.
"Um, are you guys supposed to be some kinda knights or something?" Grant tilted his head, still confused at their glowing green outfits that appeared to be uniforms.
Trevor, Past the ISB, Death Star
"Trust me, Mr. Bond... You wouldn't have liked staying in Santa Destroy's hotels anyway," Trevor said to the secret agent man as he followed the others down the now-'cleared' room and the hall beyond before a portal opened and Sayaka and Kyubey came out of it.
"Um, I'm not sure this is a safe place for a little girl and her pet... bunny cat thing?" Trevor tilted his head at the magical girl and the alien creature. "Even if you have a sword."
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Piper, Throne Room
Piper took the other approach to Starfire, running toward the Emperor from the other side. She took a similar ziz-zag approach, constantly changing the amount of time spent going in one direction, to make her movements harder to track. If she made it, she'd start with a straight strike from the staff, before going low and trying to get skin contact with the crystal.
Aerrow, Common Room
There were two new arrivals. Aerrow decided to wait until they had finished talking with the Cure to approach them. In an entire new world, allies would be good.
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