The emperor laughed as the girl made her statement to him, and leaped into the air with an agility seemingly at odds with his apparent age. He seemed to float, coming down slower then he rose up as he lifted his hands, firing two blasts of Force Lightning directly at Starfire.
Meanwhile, Nyarly suddenly took to the skys with his new forms wings, flying above the incoming attacks. He looked at the summoned persona, and by extension Aigis, seemingly ignoring Sypha for the time being.
I was wondering when I would at last encounter one of you. His chosen. And who should it be but the puppet, the mere tool, forged to fight the battles humanity is too weak to fight themselves.
He paused a moment to aim his bone wand at the persona.
Ziodyne!
A blast of powerful lightning then shot out of the wand, headed right for the persona.
But tell me, machine, when the battles are done, when your fight is over, what will become of you? What value does a weapon have once the war is over?
Vampire Hunter
Grant, Common Room
"Hey, it's not like I had much of a choice for fashion when Drac took over Wallachia!" Grant chuckled, looking rather embarrassed at being called out for his outfit. "Sypha and Alucard are more high-class, and Trevor met Pope Sixtus IV."
"Me? I'm just some guy who joined the rebellion against Dracula's rule, but we didn't expect him to be as powerful as he was," Grant frowned and looked off to the side. "I was the only survivor of that rebellion that I know of."
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Lucha Libre goddess
Starfire-Imperial Room
Starfire tried to dodge the Emperor's attack with her flight. One blast she was able to dodge completely. The other one however managed to hit her in the back.
The pain of lighting coursing through her body brought her to her knees. The pain was like that gun that had brought her down earlier. Yet it was more sinester.
Altough the princess was still dizzy about the earlier attack, Starfire flew at the emperor in Zig-Zag an aerial, maneuver she would use to be able to avoid any other incoming lightning attack.
"She is not a machine of war. She is my friend!" Starfire shouted at Nyarly about Aigis.
Once she was at close range, Starfire would attempt to uppercut the emperor with her righteous fury that gave her super strength. At the same time another blast of starbolts would come from her eyes aimed at the Sith Lord's hands.
edited 28th Mar '17 8:30:44 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
Charlie seemed startled by the light in his eyes, looking about confused before finally noticing the mousy girl on the tricked out scooter. He offered her a thumbs up in return. It really was a shame the two of them couldn't duke it out giant mech style. She seemed super strong. It would have been a great match up, like a super bowl fielded completely by hall of famers. Maybe if Dr. N could fix up their mechs, though that was unlikely considering that was Glastonbury's hand behind her. Right now though, he was wondering if the girl liked meat so he could show her some good old fashion american 24 oz steak.
The tailgaters sensing the fighting was truly over this time made the way toward the large gathering killers Santa Destroy called an army, bringing with them much needed supplies.
"Here's the BEER!"
Another cheer rang out. From the direction of the city came menacing black helicopters, all sporting same pink and green PB logo sporting bat wings. The side doors opened leading to men parachuting onto the battlefield. They wore visor hats and polo shirts with the same logo and carried insulated thermal bags. After detaching their parachutes, the men opened their bags and removed the cargo, a series of cardboard containers.
"Pizza! Get your free Pizza! Cheese, pepperoni, and hawaian! Courtesy of the Pizza Batt Corporation!"
Another cheer. Despite being a battlefield minutes before, many had settled into the celebration. People danced and drank among the dead and wounded. With the common enemy dead, many settled back into old rivalries as young men in pompadours got in the face of young men in colored bandannas. Men in suits were already making claims on the loot from the dead. The militia men gathered back in trucks for extraction, if there was no more fighting here, there was no need for them.
When the youkai made a move toward the the director, the younger gentle men started screaming.
"She's eating him!"
Not bothering to open his eyes to confirm, the younger man merely continued screaming a girlish screech. The director though pulled back as the youkai got uncomfortably close, staring at her with wide eyes as his mind tried to process what she was saying over the initial surprise. After a beat, the director realized something.
"Oh, you speak Japanese?"
It seemed obvious that she would now that he thought about it, but between her Eurpoean style of dress and having come accustomed to every one speaking English here, perhaps he could be forgiven. This certainly made things easier on him.
"This is America, across the Pacific. An ocean a bit wider then a few rivers. From the sounds of it, you come from one of the strange lands that keep popping up around here. Are you perchance associated with the Bamboo Cutter's Daughter? I hear she lives in the bamboo forest to the north.
Oh, and the meat here is thicker. Probably because they are fed so much. I ordered a small drink this morning at a restaurant. The cup was this big! But me, I'm not from here."
The scrawny old man gave a wry smile.
A red light blinked on the console of Anri's ride and a familiar voice came on.
"You destroyed my mech."
In contrast to rowdy scene in the desert, the inside of the shuttle was solemn and boring. The ninja girl sat leaning against a wall, letting out a long sigh as she fiddled with her cell. The banker stood apart from the commoners, smoking his 7th hundred bill and looking rather annoyed. The bruised and burned child form of Matt Helms sat at the console, taking his attempt at the simulation, the sound
from the system the only thing filling the air. An 8-bit star fighter moved around the screen dodging thousands of lasers until a misstep caused the pixelated ship to explode. Didn't matter, it was too late anyway. Naomi herself was leaning on the opposite wall from Shinobu, her work scattered around her, a cigarette in one hand, a bottle of tequila in the other.
Her voice was neither accusatory nor angry, merely matter of fact. Its not like she could get mad at the girl when each and every one of these bastards were having a field day fucking up all her hard work. Death Parade and Glastonbury totaled. Schpeltiger II and Asura 6 seriously damaged. The tequila certainly helped take the edge off. She continued talking into her head set.
"You know that was a muti-billion dollar piece of hard ware right? Screw it, checks already cashed, can't complain about that. But hundred sleepless nights, countless pointless hours of labor, a wasted fucking life, I ain't getting that back. Whatever, water under the bridge."
There was a slight slur to her words, so even Anri wouldn't have to see how much of the bottle was empty to have a good idea how much the woman drank. It was a bad day to be having a bad day. It wasn't just all the bullshit that had transpired so far, it was all the bullshit she had to look forward to. Hours of retracing familiar ground because some fucks up couldn't be bothered to take better care of her babies.
With things as they were, she couldn't pretend to be independent any longer. It was easy when she could claim her garage as a nuclear super power, but with her ICB Ms out of commission, and now her mechs gone the same way, she didn't have a hand anymore. She would have to get in line like the rest of these fucking saps. Individuality traded in for survival. Its true, people will do anything for self preservation, even make strange bedfellows of enemies. But that doesn't mean they like each other any more then they did, they just hate whatever else more.
"So good news. The world is saved. Or more accurately, the group of would be assassins have already made it to the throne room. Since we don't have the time to launch a second assault, its better to just assume things worked out, cause if they don't you won't exist long enough to care. On that note, if there is anything left you want to do before you die, might as well get it over with. Need a lift? Got a space ship. I can give you a ride since none of these fucking useless assholes couldn't complete the simulation."
The assassins spared the doctor a glance when they heard her talking about them, but went about their business after a beat. A part of her was tempted to fly this thing herself. Go up there and dismantle that god damn eye sore with her own two hands. But truth be told, she was too damn tired and too damn old to give a shit anymore. Besides, it was pointless now anyway. God, she needed another bottle.
"Oh, I have been thinking about your problem. Was considering some practical solutions, a cybernetic mesh body suit, attaching your severed head to a cloned body, the usual. But then I got to thinking, your problem may be more psychological then physical. Sword of the soul and all that crap. I can get you in touch with a specialist in in that field."
The girl sitting across the scientist looked up with a raised eyebrow, getting the feeling she was being volunteered for something.
edited 29th Mar '17 12:28:55 AM by ImmortalNeet
How do you kill that which has no life?
Death Star, Fire Control Center: Have Fun Stormin' the Castle Tower!
Rogue abandoned the terminal the moment she realized it wouldn't help. Aside from being decent cover, the things were just useless props. She just hoped nobody at the main terminal got any funny ideas.
Misaki considered joining Lady on the shadowy bridge, but the Imperial forces made her stick to the metal walkways; at least there she could huddle behind a terminal if shots started flying her way.
Mystique, however, chose to take the Dulahan's shortcut and managed to pass the Section Chief using the makeshift bridge. She was about to sprint past Lady as well, but then she turned her head to the side.
"Mind if I borrow a weapon?" she asked the demon hunter, "My gun's floating in space."
Toad took cover from the Dark Trooper's fire, but took advantage of Bond's attack to hop closer and closer to the tower's base. By the time he reached a terminal neighboring the tower's base, Rogue and Misaki had made their way into firing position, flanking the Dark Trooper from different bridges. Misaki followed Bond's lead and started shooting her blaster rifle from outside her cover. Meanwhile, Rogue made a "Hail Mary" and tossed a little grey ball towards the Dark Trooper: one of the two thermal detonators that came with her disguise.
Assuming the combined flanking force was enough to keep the droid occupied, Toad would make a giant leap from his terminal to land on the tower itself.
Wolverine and Nightcrawler chose to take the road less traveled, and circled around the tower to avoid the Dark Trooper guarding the base. The trip was considerably longer than anyone else's, but it was safer than diving straight into the fight. Wolverine hadn't fully healed from the hanger, but that didn't mean he liked sitting the Dark Trooper fight out. By the time he and his warping carrier reached the tower's platform, most of the laser team would have arrived.
Meanwhile, Arachne cursed under her breath as a jetpacked trooper started tailing her. One of the red lights zooming past her body managed to strike her the outer thigh, forcing the Spider-Woman to cry out in pain. She free-fell for a moment, then grappled to the underside of the nearest walkway with an exceptionally long strand of web. The incoming jet trooper might expect her to change direction like she'd done so far, continuing her web-to-web journey under the bridges like a child on the monkey bars. Instead, Arachne followed through on this single swing, lifting her past the side of the walkway and looping over the top. She judged that the jet trooper would pass under that walkway a few seconds after her, which meant she'd descend in time to either catch the bastard in the rear, or land right on top of him. Unfortunately, she couldn't quite tell which would work better.
Vampire Hunter
Trevor, Death Star Fire Control
"Are you really going to listen to a leader who has killed your own comrades in his desperate attempt to protect his own life!" Trevor yelled out to Tarkin's forces. "Even now, we have allowed your forces to be captured rather than be killed, and what has your Empire's leaders have done?! They failed to conquer the planet despite the planet having more primitive technology, allowed invaders to storm their base, and are now sending you all out in a last desperate attempt by a sad, desperate man to save his own accursed life! Your battles are lost because your leadership is incompetent!"
As Trevor ranted about Tarkin, he was already moving rather quickly, avoiding the Dark Trooper's chaingun as he followed Lady and Mystique. Trevor went quiet as he talked to the two women.
"If someone could draw the one on the ground onto one of the shadow bridges, I may be able to eliminate him in a single move with some Holy Water," Trevor noted to the two as sincere as he could be. "I could also use one of your weapons, Lady... I, at least, know that I am out of my element here."
Wizard Needs Food Badly
One Brunch Man
Death Star Firing Control
Celty had never been on a proper roller coaster, and even her most extreme wall-to-wall rides with Shooter had never given her more than a passing stomach flutter. But just then, while keeping up and maintaining a dozen or so solid shadow bridges while being carted along on high-speed loop de loops amidst streaks of white-hot laser fire, Celty felt like she never even wanted to look at an amusement park ever again.
It was a tangible relief when El stopped underneath the walkway, allowing Celty to take her outstretched hands and thrust them out in a wordless 'wait, wait!' motion. Divesting a segment of her awareness away from the strain of her construction efforts, Celty reached up and formed a small handle on the underside of the walkway. Reaching up to clasp onto it, she would take out her phone and—while ignoring the yawning abyss beneath them, and the ever-present danger of getting dropped into it—shakily type out a single-word message: Decoy
If El went for it, Celty would let her body go slack as the Valentine released her, using her strength and otherworldly durability to keep her secure with her one-handed grip even while the other hand remained stretched outward to serve as a physical extension of her effort and focus. She would be a sitting duck like that, but it was sort of the point; if she even attracted the attention of the jet trooper at all, being sequestered underneath the walkway and as inherently drenched in shadows as she was, she would serve as a distraction to allow El to fire on his broadside. And if he got in a lucky shot, she supposed she would have to spring up a barrier, though it would mean sacrificing some bridges in the process.
Ikebukuro General Hospital
"Yeah? Well you have my—hello? Hello? Shit." Kida let out an urgent, frustrated sigh, before swiping the call to Deadshot to the side and opening a texting window, launching into plan C.
Lee, get to Hoshigawa ASAP, need to know Thrax location now, have 0 time!!!
Throwing the phone back onto the surface of the shanghaied office desk, Kida buried his face in his hands, rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes. Well that worked about as well as a hole in the head...
He looked up as the office door opened, to see one of his boys standing in the doorway. "You uh, called, boss?"
Kida nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, throw it here." The Scarf tossed over a laser pointer from the gift shop, and Kida clapped it between both hands before sliding back over to the desk. After busying himself with a roll of office tape, he pulled back the sleeve of his hoodie to reveal Deadshot's gun gauntlet, and carefully balanced the laser pointer atop of it. "See if anyone in the basement knows anything about electrical engineering." The General said, carefully balancing the pointer atop the gauntlet before wrangling the tape around it. "If we can manage to turn the thing off for like a half-second, maybe we can get this asshole to back off."
"Right, on it." The boy said, turning on his heel before stopping. "I just... this is my neighborhood, there are people I know up there..."
Kida paused, one smiling face dominating his thoughts, even as the dyed blonde extended his arm out and imagined the bouncing red dot hovering over a different, far more smug expression."I know." He said softly, before flexing his thumb to turn the laser pointer off. "I know."
Ikebukuro General Hospital—Fourth Floor Hallways
Depending on how much time Lee had spent in hospitals, he might find the soundscape of the hospital around him either frustratingly bizarre or curiously mundane. Beeps and whirrs slid out of every crack and crevice, while the mechanical compression of air bathed the space in the regularity of a timepiece. One would hardly know they were in a prospective war zone, unless they stopped to make out the indistinct muttering from the passing post-care rooms.
"...I'm sure he's safe, please, sit down..."
"...don't worry, it can't get back in there again..."
clack clack clack
There they were, the footsteps Lee was searching for, ringing out sharp and crisp as thunderclaps to his wandering ears, even as their wielder proved frustratingly elusive—whether through luck or skill, the man managed to avoid the reflective hemispherical corner mirrors at any odd intersection, and though it was clear Lee was being followed, the other man's route seemed to be particularly circuitous to avoid direct lines of sight.
clack clack clack
ting!
"...of a bitch, how the hell did that happen..."
Hoshigawa would suddenly turn to face him, expression cool and unyielding while a puddle from a nearby cursing janitor's overturned bucket spread out. "You will have to explain to me how I am supposed to 'do my job' outside of this hospital, particularly through a military cordon. There are lives at stake, something I am sure you are aware of, and one way or another, every moment I spend talking with you jeopardizes those lives."
clack clack clack
"I am the Director of this hospital, and I will not abandon my post."
clack clack clack
"Tell me what else you would have me do."
clack clack clack
"Tell me what you would do, in my position."
clack clack clack
ting!
There was a motion over Hoshigawa's shoulder, causing one of the clasps pinning the midsection of a miscellaneous computer display cord to come loose, letting the section of wire sag down. Then another movement, into the machinery of an EEG—
ting! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
The soundscape would then get drowned out by a steady, persistent noise that sent Hoshigawa's eyes widening a fraction. "Code Blue!" He yelled out, sweeping back around toward the patient's bed at a swift half-walk, tearing through the puddle that was swiftly gearing to envelop Lee's feet.
clack clack clack
click!
Up above, the floor's ceiling fans began to turn on. The one closest to Lee, and not coincidentally the hanging wire, would snag said wire, and encounter only a moment's resistance before pulling the rest of the wire's length loose. Said wire would then droop to the floor before dragging through the puddle, briefly electrifying the soapy surface, which would have enveloped Lee's feet if he didn't move or had moved to stop Hoshigawa, though the Director himself would be mostly clear.
Mostly.
After five short but crucial seconds, the cord would whip up to get wound up in the fan's base, getting harmlessly stuck in the blades and looking for all the world like a freak accident.
Down a perpendicular hallway, the suited man's hand, fresh off of pressing the fan's switch, would snake back through a doorway.
Ikebukuro General Hospital—First Floor Hallways
Yoshi Yoshi blinked, before he and about four other boys all pulled out their phones at the same time. "Uh, well," Yoshi started, flicking through his feeds, "I don't know if the Slasher goes on Youtube, in-between slashing, but that might help."
"What about the Dollars?" said another member of the group, only to be met with uniform dirty stares.
"What about the Dollars," said another boy, and there was a slap of a high-five.
Suddenly, Nasujima slammed the disabused Storm Trooper helmet onto a nearby medical cart, the bloody smiley face still peeking out. "There." The teacher said with a cross of his arms, ignoring the stink-eye he was getting from the youths he'd stolen it from. "use this. If she's anywhere in this Hospital, she's next to one of them, and I'm sure they can relay the message."
Yoshi peeked out from behind Nasujima, a light crease to his brow. "I like my idea better, though. If we just get one of the doctors to put it on the hospital's Youtube page, it'll have to get to her. Eventually..."
Yes, Nasujima wanted to scream at the teenager, but this way I don't get tortured!
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Eternal Princess
Before entering the castle proper, the teenager girl lagged behind the others, trying to keep in contact with Miss Fuzzy...er, Orin as long as possible. She called out to the cat girl.
"M&Ms is in the UAA! She could..."
She looked backed toward the gothic lolita to see that vampires had made significant head way on her. Guess Margaret wasn't going to help. Realizing she was about to be left behind, the teenager pulled out her cell, quickly dialing a number before tossing the device at the cat girl.
"Talk to the girl on the other end! She should be able to help you!"
Susie yelled back toward Orin, waving as she ran to catch up with the others. A smile curled up on her lips as she left the cat girl. Sure it was a bummer to be with out her phone, but now she had an excuse to see Miss Fuzzy Bottom again.
Meanwhile, Orin would hear a chipper voice of a young woman coming from the rectangle device her molester threw at her.
"This is Diane~ From Beef Head Video~ How can I help you this afternoon?"
As the group made it inside, the two vampires looked upon the assortment of monsters with interest. While Margaret kept her composure, Susie shook with excitement, muttering the names of all the monsters she recognize as they passed.
As they came to the throne room, the two stood back, waiting to view the unfolding drama. When the Dracula and his wife came out, Margaret raised her fingers to her lips in a thin veil of her knowing smirk. She suppose it was the apocalypse and they were a husband and wife who had til recently been parted by fate, but in the middle of the day. How scandalous. She wondered if the son caught on. She would be unable to find his embarrassment anything but humorous.
Then the Count turned his attention on she and the fledgling. Margaret curtsied while Susie was unable to anything but stand there nervously shaking. It seemed the Master of the Castle did not entirely approve of their existence. While keeping her composure, the Goddess of Death did not appreciate being judged like some piece of meat by some man. It was only out of respect for his reputation that she held her tongue and kept rebellious eyes hidden. The man was of legend, it would be a shame to blemish that reputation by punishing him for not showing proper manners while addressing a maiden. And after Death was so charming when they met. Still its not like she could let him completely off the hook. With a wry smile she spoke in a playful tone.
"Your reputation proceeds you my lord. Tales of your black heart is known to all. But...to divert your gaze from your loving wife to stare at other women, in front of her no less, how truly cruel you must be."
It was then that the teenager suddenly screamed out, unable to contain her fangirlism any longer. Taking the counts hand she profusely shook it.
"Oh my god. I'm a huge fan. And this look is great! I mean the Bela Lugosi look is classic, and young Dracula variants work great for yoai and such, but this has nice DILF look to it. Can I get a picture. Shit Vampires don't show up, do they? My friends would be so jealous. I have a ton of questions. Like my friend has this theory that for Vampires to get it up they have to feed first cause you need flowing blood to..."
How do you kill that which has no life?
Asgore opened his mouth to say that monsters weren't quite organic, but in the end decided against it. "Thank you, my friend," he said to Magnus, and the two kings parted ways as good friends.
Before he headed back to the Common Room, however, Asgore decided to stop by the Medical Ward one last time. Heading back into the room he'd passed through earlier, Asgore looked around for a moment in puzzlement. Soon, he flagged down a hospital staff mutant and said "Excuse me, I'm looking for a small black cat that was taken into medical care a little while ago. Would you know where he is now, by chance?"
This was it, the final stage of the final battle, and everyone was pitching in. Undyne had stepped back in slight alarm as the tremendous insect monster had made his presence known, then gritted her teeth in anticipation as Starfire made a rallying speech of her own. Now it was time for action. With her typical battle cry, Undyne let loose another rapid fire volley of spears. All of them seemed aimed at Nyarlathotep, but with a flick of her wrist, three abruptly changed direction in mid-air, aiming for the Emperor's back.
Meanwhile, Asriel headed closer to where little Jeane was doodling in the corner. A couple of feet away he hesitated, leaning over with a curious smile, hoping to catch her eye.
Seeing a familiar look of disappointment in Hal's face, Kilowog decided to take charge of the situation. "None of those words make sense." He said to Grant's reply, doing the verbal version of shoving one away as he tried to grab Nero's attention.
"Listen up, uh..." He pointed at Nero, looking over him. "I just can't come up with an apt nickname, so I'll call you 'person'. Is there anything big happening in this world right now? Or in the next day. We're gonna find wherever trouble is, and we're gonna do what Green Lanterns do. Right, Hal?"
"Huh?" Hal snapped out of his little daze. "Yeah. Sure."
"Besides, trouble has a tendency to come to us. Must be the green suit." Kilowog said, looking at his ring. "And this little fella might pipe up at any minute. A world like this must have someone who'll attract its attention."
Hal seemed to be more interested in that, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"A Corps gotta start somewhere, poozer. I've never seen it, but it must be possible, right?" Kilowog said, making Hal crack a smile. "Plus, you know how wacko these rings can get."
Industrial Area - Echo Sector
Kyoko happened to be the nearest one to Sin when he spoke up, looking over at the control panel that he was standing over. “Uh…” And looking. “...is this thing even on?”
“I doubt it would be that simple to start,” Homura replied, remaining near the open door they had used to get in. “Anything more complex than a passenger car will likely require a series of checklist procedures to start up and operate.”
“Still, it is not like we have much choice if we still want to get up to that station soon.” Mami had walked over to the dashboard as well to try her luck. “...If only I could read what any of these say. Akemi-san, can you?”
“No - I don’t recognize it either.”
“Then we’ll have to do our best with context.” Mami turned her attention to the pilot’s seat, reasoning that to be the most likely place to control systems related to movement. Her finger hovered over several buttons before finally deciding to hit a switch near the center console, everyone holding their breath for a moment for...nothing. Mami tried the switch next to it - nothing. Kyoko joined in on the switch-flicking spree from the right side of the cockpit, swiping several at a time as opposed to Mami’s methodical movement, but even at that rate it would take them several minutes at least before all the switches could be tested.
Fire Control Room
It was upon reaching the next walkway that Sayaka heard some commotion coming from allies behind her. She looked up just in time to see the flying trooper take aim, forcing her to dodge sideways along the walkway to avoid the blaster fire. “Whoa!”
This wasn’t good - she was caught out more or less out in the open. Sayaka would have to rely on her speed along the walkway to get behind the nearest column for cover, get herself enough time to get a good look at her attacker. Hmm, flying bad guy in what looked like armor that didn't seem too much tougher than those regular Stormtroopers she had spied back at the hanger...if she could get up to him she could probably take him down fairly quickly like with the Box Witch. There’s more gravity here than there was in that Witch’s Labyrinth, but that just meant she’d have to be better at the jumping-up-to-him part.
First thing’s first, though - she’d have to lure him closer. Behind the column, Sayaka would whirl her cape around herself for a moment and with a flourish fling back off to reveal about a half-dozen cutlasses stuck blade-first into the walkway. One and two at a time they would be pulled out by their summoner as Sayaka would pivot out from behind and fling them at the Jet Trooper. If they managed to hit him and do some damage so much the better, but at the very least Sayaka wanted to get him to move, hopefully close enough to a walkway where she could dash off and up to make this personal.
Kyubey’s eyes followed Rogue for a moment as she aborted the attempt at hacking into the Death Star’s computer systems before following - not like he’d have any better luck than someone with opposable thumbs. He stopped and kept back when he neared the front line for a moment, looking around his surroundings to get an idea of the entire situation developing around him before he made any further moves - presumably the troopers up and in front would focus their fighting on those that could actually hurt them first.
Vampire Hunter
Dracula Et Al., Throne Room
"SILENCE!" Dracula growled, yelling at the two new vampires, before he noticeably calmed down. "I apologize for my rudeness, but you had interrupted my wife's and my... personal business."
"You two appear to be healthy vampires," Dracula added, explaining why he looked the two over, before looking at Susie. "Blood flows through vampires just as much as in humans and as Carmilla's embraced, you yourself should know that."
"You felt Carmilla inject something into your body with her bite... That was her blood intermingling with yours," Dracula smirked at the two new vampires, explaining why he had large misgivings about Carmilla's idea. "A vampire's blood has an... infectious quality turning those whose blood mingles with it into vampires as well."
"So another fangirl of my legend, huh?" Dracula mused at Susie as he pulled out a pin and signed her arm. That was what Gaige asked for so it seemed only proper to repeat the action. "Know that since my subordinate made you into a vampire, you now also serve me."
Thankfully for Dracula, Lisa had not been paying attention to Margaret, instead merely happy to see her son again.
"As you can see, the Cure has immense powers, having brought my wife and your mother back to us," Dracula explained to Alucard. "I suspect he will give me a second wish soon for having entertained him."
"Now I should send Death to the Common Room to assess the new arrivals to this planet and gain bearings on where lands are located," Dracula noted to himself before Carmilla interrupted.
"Master, there is another Death on this world, the Horseman of the Apocalypse," Carmilla explained to Dracula, while Alucard nodded in confirmation. "This Death and ours are discussing things outside of the castle."
Dracula and Lisa moved to the window to look outside to see the two Deaths talking to each other flanked by their subordinates.
"That could be a problem," Dracula noted to the others. "Who is this Death's master?"
"A woman... who he claims to be his wife," Carmilla explained to Dracula, who seemed to be contemplative in thought.
"I suppose then that you should go, Car—" Dracula began before Alucard interrupted him.
"I shall go, though I would like Mother to escort me to the portal," Alucard said simply, looking away from Lisa and to his father.
Dracula narrowed his eyes and Alucard narrowed his. They both were superb tacticians and wonder what the other's game was. Dracula was skeptical that Alucard would become loyal to him once more, but then Lisa had been brought back to them. Maybe Alucard was willing to be loyal to him now that Lisa was back, though what was happening with Death outside the castle was too dangerous to risk Lisa's life. Meanwhile, Alucard wanted to see if he could fool his father into allowing him to take Lisa back to the Common Room and essentially save her from his clutches. After some thought, Dracula nodded to Alucard.
"You may go to the Common Room to represent my interests, but it is much too dangerous for Lisa with Death staring down his counterpart so close to the portal," Dracula decided, smirking a bit.
Alucard considered this. He knew his father ultimately would not harm his mother nor let anyone harm her if he could help it. However, it did mean he could regroup with Grant and hopefully find Trevor and Sypha and he could try more nefarious means to try to save her later. It was not what he wanted, but it was an acceptable offer to Alucard.
"I see," Alucard nodded. "That is acceptable."
Soon enough, Alucard left the Throne Room to head back to the Common Room.
edited 30th Mar '17 9:01:30 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
huzzaaaaaaaah
"I'm afraid I'm as normal as they come." Bradley lied, easily slipping back into the carefully constructed machine he had developed for decades. "And although my uniform may have confused you, I am no king. It is merely my name. I know, I know- confusing, but it was my parents' wish, and who am I to disrespect them?"
Bradley never understood it, but then again, he didn't really remember his parents to question their choices.
"Back in my world I am a respected leader. And leaders rely more on information than gadgetry and weaponry." At this, he motioned at the sword on his hilt. "I have some people here I must lead, and if I am to accurately lead them, I need to know who I can trust. Your group shares my predicament- no land to call their own- and from what I've heard, you may have already visited some chunks and met their leaders. That is the information I require."
"If you're willing to share, of course."
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Jaune - You Know, I'd Expect This More From Ruby; Death Star Throne Room
No laser guns to be found. Jaune was left with only his sword, shield and his wits.
Now, he couldn't throw his sword again, because those bottomless pits meant there was a good chance he'd never get it back. And-
Actually, there was no "and". That was the limits of his ranged options.
And both were flying.
Well, there was at least one thing he could do.
"Concentrate on the Emperor!" he yelled above the battle, directing it more towards Sypha and Aigis. "I don't know who that is, but he can't fire the Death Star! The Emperor can!"
Teenagers with Attitude - Common Room
"Wait, your name is King, and you're a leader? Isn't that kinda weird?"
"Not really. Ren's name means 'Hunter' in an old Mistrali language."
"Really?" The blonde asked, turning to Ren.
"Yes."
"Huh."
Blake rolled her eyes at her partner's tangent, and addressed King Bradley.
"We really don't know much. We only arrived this morning. King Magnus of Genosha seems to be a good man, and King Asgore of The Underground is the same. We've also been to Zi-Jin Cheng, though we didn't meet the leadership there."
"Oh, and don't forget Dante! He was pretty cool. And he warned us about a few places."
"Outworld and Kaon mostly. Their leaders are among this planet's most bloodthirsty."
"Speaking of bloodthirsty, I think he said Castlevania was run by a vampire."
"Vampires exist? Cool."
"Nora."
"And I think he said Santa Destroy was full of assassins, too." They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Eyes furrowing at the sight of the single bridge guarded by what appeared to be a heavily armored version of the bucket head that was both recolored and had way better aim standing guard on the single bridge that led to their destination, the martial artist ducked down behind the walls for cover as she attempted to figure out what to do to go against this guy... and then instantly figured things out.
"Alright, it's gonna be dicey but this should do it... Anything goes." Using the confusion and violence all around her as a distraction, the girl melded herself into the surroundings as best as she could before flinging herself off the edge of the platform- only to have her ribbon flick upwards to anchor itself on the bridge's underside and propel her in a swinging arc so that her fingers and toes could dig into the slick structure.
Using her considerable martial prowess and a bit of ki to help her stick like a gecko, the grim faced girl began scrambling across as quickly and quietly as she could with the Gekkaja held between her teeth. Her speed was quick and movements familiar as she had done this plenty of times in the past to avoid conflict, though perhaps never quite done in this specific way. Using her senses to try to lock onto the guy on the other side... and then attempt to use her crescent bladed tool to trip him up in a surprise attack with either magically inclined blade or rapid loss of temperature or even attempting to drag the guy off over the edge entirely.
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The jet trooper chasing Ram was hit with the stun blast, but recovered in time to raise his hands in defense to prevent the claws from getting through the less armored parts of his armor. He reacted by twisting himself so that the jetpack's engines were pointed directly at her, which would no doubt hurt unless defensive measures were taken. As he flew away from the thrust, he raised his blaster rifle and fired again. Before he could do so, Red Hood's grapple hook hit him. Were Red Hood to act swiftly enough, he might be able to disarm the trooper and take his rifle. Of course, he then had to get back to the ground safely and not fall into the massive looming pit below the flyers.
The Jet trooper attacking El, meanwhile, continued chasing her, missing Celty's move completely or deciding she was the less important target, leaving his back exposed to whatever her plan was.
The Jet Trooper attacking Sakura ducked and weaved as it dodged the swords. One managed to impact, but bounced off the armor without much damage. The trooper had indeed moved forward and was now only a few feet from the walkway, but while he was now in jumping range, he was also quite close, and raised his rifle. At this distance, it would be difficult for him to completely miss, particularly if she followed threw on her plan to directly charge at the trooper and leap for him.
Lady stopped for a moment as both Mystique and Trevor asked for a weapon. Reaching for her hip and boot, she withdrew an SMG
◊ for Mystique and a handgun
◊ for Trevor, handing it to them along with two clips of ammo each.
"I expect those back when we're done. And if you drop it into the pit, you'll be paying for a replacement."
Delta, meanwhile, overheard Trevor's plan, and while they did not know what "Holy water" was, they took a guess at the idea.
"Good plan! We'll distract him and draw fire, you figure out a way to lure him onto the bridge!"
The Dark Trooper's aim was thrown off for the briefest of moments by the batrang before it just moved its hands back into position. As it did this, it also raised a hand toward Damian, firing a wrist rocket at him that would home in on him a little, but massive course redirection would still enable a dodge. The SMG bullets did less then nothing, and while the laser shots did some minor damage, it would clearly take far too long to kill it in this manner given the current situation. All Bond's efforts would earn him was the attention of the trooper as it turned the weapon on Bond.
Then Ramna suddenly made his move. The Dark Trooper would be completely unbudged by the attempt to yank him, and it would yank on the tool in turn, attempting to yank Ramna into melee range as it deployed a vibroblade from its wrist, attempting to slam it into the martial artists chest. This did, of course, mean the lasers halted for a moment.
Scorch cursed as the attempt to draw fire was rendered moot and Ramna entered melee. "That fool's going to get herself killed! You can't punch a droid to death!"
Wiess would get no response whatsoever to the banging on the door. The reason would become very clear as she saw her guard with a finger to his ear, talking into a comm as the local troops started all demanding to know what the hell was going on and why a ship was outside in battle with an infantry unit. And more importantly, how the hell said unit was not already dead yet.
Of course, this meant she would meet with no real resistance. The door was about as strong as a heavy wooden door would be expected to be, and just as breakable. Wiess would have no trouble taking down the distracted guard and claiming his key.
Harley knocked the helmet away, clearly not impressed by this plan.
"I don't know, bub, it sounds like you're trying to get us to do something stupid by calling your buddies directly and telling them where you are so they can come save you. How stupid do you think I am?"
She turned to the rest of the boys. "This ain't hard, one of you has a cell phone, right? Just record a video and then post it from your phone, slap it up on facebook or whatever the Japanese use for social media."
The Emperor was unable to evade the punch, and only survived the super punch due to the enhanced durability granted by his pact with Nyarly. The punch launched him back, and he narrowly avoided slamming into his own giant window. This, however, meant both the eye beams and Undyne's spears missed their target.
Beelzebub! Annihilate my enemies! He yelled as he rose to one knee. Nyarly turned toward Starfire and the rest for a moment, and raised his staff.
Megidola!
On being cast, a white orb would appear over the head of Starfire before rapidly descending. Whenever it hit Starfire (who would be well advised to start dodging least she risk getting obliterated) or the floor, it would then explode in a giant, powerful circular explosion centered on Starfire, who would probably find fully dodging the move difficult. Said radius was large enough to extend back to the front lines of the rest of the group, although at that range the blast would not be quite as powerful as it would be in the center. Of course, anyone else in front of them, including potentially Aigis and her persona, would risk being in the blast as well unless evasive measures were taken.
As the blast hit and the resulting smoke from the blast covered the area, the Emperor would laugh again.
Witness the true power of the Dark Side of the Force! Within mere minutes, I will use it to become all powerful, and then, no one will stand against me!
The Emperor then extended his arms outward, pointing his hands upward and firing lightning, which would then come down on the main group from the air, striking randomly but at risk of impacting anyone in the main cluster of people.
When I take my rightful place as an all powerful god, I will make a point to pay a visit to each and every one of your homeworlds, consume every life on them, and obliterate them all!
Nero lost a lot of his carefree attitude when Grant when into detail about his situation. "Oh. Well, shit, sorry man."
Then, just as quickly, he returned to his usual self, and clapped Grant on the back. "But no worries, I'm sure we can dig up something in the office that'll knock the ladies socks off!"
He then looked over at Hal as he asked his question, and scratched his head. "Er, not that I know of. I mean, the baddies on the planet ain't exactly advrtising their evil plans for everyone to see, you know, and we've all been busy with these Empire assholes today, but that'll be over soon probably. I figure a lot of people are gonna need time to fix the shit they broke come tomorrow. Beyond that, I don't really know about any major things. Sorry man.
Or, at least, just talk into it, because Koishi never let her use it.
As she walked back into the Common Room, she brought the phone to her head, and hesitantly said "I'm...looking for an Em and Ems, or a UAA, I guess. I need someone found."
"Nights always work, even if there isn't a nighttime down here, it's when the bar scene picks up," Yuugi said to Trish. "Just make sure you keep your appointment. Oni are punctual as hell." Satori walked over to her side, and tugged at her skirt.
"Hoshiguma, I believe it's time to head back now. Are you about finished?"
"Just about, yeah. These folk ain't too bad if they're willing to take a challenge like that."
"No, of course not. They're just uneducated," Satori said in plain view of Trish. "And now you, Utsuho, get over here. It's time to talk in private."
Utsuho practically skipped on over to her master's side, still oblivious to any killing intent from the pink inferno, boiling and churning beneath the caldera. In a great display of keeping her voice down despite being actually angry, Satori let her know in length exactly what was bad with her decision making, and since Okuu barely got a single syllable word in edge-wise it has been decided to omit this section. Now, for the judge's verdict.
"...Now, for my verdict," Satori said. "I feel that some people are able to focus more with an ascetic lifestyle. So, your diet will be constrained until you find Koishi. No drinking and no meat."
Utsuho's eyes went wide. "N-No eggs?"
"No eggs. Rice and vegetables for you, as punishment. Now, huddle together, the both of you. I need to discuss the future."
Even with her eyes watering, Okuu complied, and the three grouped up...for a brief moment, at least. Satori felt that absolutely nothing would be accomplished by talking to Yuugi's stomach, so she abandoned this idea. "...No, let's just talk quietly. Yuugi, do your thing with Trish. Try and rouse up some support, get pe-"
"That was already the plan, Satori. I think I'm fine on my own."
"Of course. Now, Utsuho, get Rin and leave for Santa Destroy. It's still, as our friend put it, an inactive warzone, so-"
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but...we went over this already."
"...Yes. Fine. I'm going to talk to some people while you two people do that. Today seems to be a day where interruptions are normal, hmm? I can't say I enjoy the change."
And so, our intrepid group of questionable heroes went their separate ways, which meant that they all went the same way back to Former Hell and then split up. Not before Rin appeared out of one portal just before Utsuho entered another. They both looked each other over, and spoke at the same time.
"What do you ha..."
"Why are you here..."
Ultimately, they silently agreed it would be better to ask questions later. They had a dumb sister to catch.
She stopped, backing away from the director while lost in thought. She wasn't particularly sure what she was hung up on in the first place, but it must've been important if she was stuck on it.
Koishi gave up on it almost immediately, and said "...So, America!"
Ah, America! One of the only other countries that she knew the name of, and what a country it is! She knew about how they had an eagle for a mascot, how they had fifty prefectures called "Stars", and how they enjoy eating cheese on everything. Thus far, her trip in this foreign land had been nothing but magical.
"It's a great country, I think! I like the kind of parties you people throw, and this flying thing's good, too. You know what?"
She walked to the front of the chopper and tried to situate herself in the co-pilot's seat, staring out the windows in awe. She called back to the rest of them "Don't worry about me! I'm gonna watch everything you do, so just act normal." As she said this, she became...indistinct, for lack of a better word.
The crew who were already watching her could still see her, it just seemed as if her form started to blend into the background. Her bright yellow and green clothing was still as visible as ever, it just seemed as if it wasn't as important as before, like a background detail that one might brush over.
One Brunch Man
Ikebukuro Raira Academy—Class 2D
Vorona's armored elbow burst through the ceiling tile like an angry white mushroom, before smoothly leveraging the blonde assassin into the crawlspace above the empty classroom with her helmet balanced in the crook of her elbow. The rat's nest of wires within the cramped space slowly resolved itself to her soft violet eyes, and she let out a soft nod before pushing back into a one-armed dangle. Pulling back the mesh covering of her free wrist with her teeth, she furrowed her brow at her time piece saying she was ahead of schedule, before dropping the rest of the way down. Placing her helmet on one of the nearby vacant desks, the blonde assassin net her fingers together before stretching them out in front of her, followed by sagging into the desk's seat. Her eyes found the floor and unfocused, setting her awash in a checklist of mission parameters and... other important things.
After a moment, she unknit her fingers, and reached up to tap on her comms. "This is Vorona."
"Vorona?" Sloan chimed in, voice tight. "What is it, are there more changes to plan? Ruby Riding Hood is already en route."
"No, it is nine point eight one meters per second."
"...what?"
A high-pitched, excited keening filled the channel, propping Vorona's stoic expression into a soft smile. "But what about the astronauts?!" Sloan implored. "Surely Earth cannot be so dense as to pull man to Earth so quickly, yet lose gravitational pull at only several miles up!"
"Is true, but gravity is not nullified for astronauts." Vorona leaned forward, as if she were revealing some long-hidden truth about the world. "They are merely in free-fall."
There was a clap! on the other end of the line, followed by Sloan chortling deeply. "Fantastic! World is so amazing, even when one is not on it!" After the laughter died down, there was a soft sigh. "I have one more question."
"First manned mission to Moon was in June of 1969," Vorona anticipated, "when we were beaten to punch by Americans named—"
"No, no," Sloan said, interrupting her explanation in an occasion as rare as a parakeet shedding its plumage. "I meant more along lines of... what do you want to be doing, once job is over?"
Vorona sent a wary glance out of the classroom door, feeling at once self-conscious. "This is hardly time to be talking about this. We take payment, then go where there is work. The plan has not changed."
"But being on this planet, with these children... it does not bother you?"
Vorona paused at this, acknowledging the implicit humanity of the statement. "I do not wish to fight childrens either," Vorona said finally, "but way of the world has not truly changed. What age were you, when you killed your first man?"
There was a long silence, and Vorona felt she'd crossed some invisible line. "I do not want to—"
Vorona stopped and started all in one helmet-grabbing motion as one of the large plate-glass windows exploded inwards in a blizzard of broken glass. Whipping her head outside, her vision tunneled to the black-clad girl affixing her scythe to the package, and Vorona's foot was already on the desk in front of her. Leaping forward into the air, Vorona clutched the package to her white-clad chest as she impacted with it mid-air, the momentum twisting her into a corkscrew.
After hitting a desk in her path with a crunch! of splintering wood, Vorona pulled herself to her feet while muttering unkind words in her native Russian. "идиот ребенок..."note She said, brushing at the armor that had broken most of her fall, even as her swearing was cut short when she caught a glimpse of the monstrosity responsible.
"Is that..." chimed the voice in her ear in quiet awe, while Vorona's expression hardened at the steel dragon spitting hot fire across school grounds.
"Fett." She said, her foot stomping down to kick the package up to her hand. "I will be executing plan now."
"Yes." Sloan said, gathering his wits. "It is looking like I will be executing..." There was a swish on the other side of the line. "...regular things."
Encouragements implicit, Vorona was already on the move, unzipping the case to reveal a mundane assortment of engineering tools. Whipping out a flashlight headband and slipping on the elastic one-handed before clicking on the headpiece, the Crow then popped out a wire stripper and clenched it between her teeth before hurling the case up into the opening above of her. She stepped up onto a desk, and hoisted herself back into the hole—then, almost as an afterthought, dipped back down to grab her helmet, and snaked back through the opening just as a contingent of Storm Troopers rushed by.
Scooting her way over to the offending tangle of wires, Vorona set the helmet and case down before she proceeded to quickly yet systematically thumb through the tangle, muttering something under her breath about width and coloration. After picking out just under half-a-dozen, she gathered them together in one clenched fist before busily rummaging through the case once more, the piercing lance of her headlamp illuminating the only piece of equipment she couldn't have just stolen from the school's maintenance closet: a Soviet-era communications embedder, a solid screened body topped off with a sequence of medusa-like thin wires that tapered off into pinhole clasps not-so-coincidentally just big enough for a bare copper wire.
Vorona set the embedder aside, then collected the wire stripper from her teeth and began the process of peeling the plastic from the wires like they were particularly stringy carrots, even while the rocking foundation around her caused falling dust to settle about her blonde locks. Sweat collected on her brow from a combination of the cramped space and the ramping tension, as she tried and failed to imagine what a star ship of that sophistication was doing to that young girl. Or what it would do next, when it came after her.
As frustrating as those words may have been at the time, the Snow girl may have had a point. The Hunters of her world were the type who could stand against a starship on even ground. And like it or not, Vorona thought, setting her pseudo-Walkman into a larger electronic casing capable of receiving a remote signal, even as she ran a cord from the Walkman's port to the embedder to begin the process of downloading. I am the type who would make my father proud.
Ikebukuro Sniper Nest
Armed with the knowledge that no one would ever get to see him and rationalizing that he didn't have a spare arm to hold it on anyway, Sloan quickly tied the Beaconite's cape around his neck, tightening the knot with a bushy eyebrow-clenched nod. "Do not be worrying, Red Riding Hood," he said, marching across the space to the almost man-sized bundle in the corner. "The cavalry, it is coming." Gathering the tarp like the scruff of a particularly disobedient cat, the grey-haired assassin made to brace the rest of the bundle with his other hand before pulling the whole cloth back in one sharp motion, sending it and the Huntress's cape fluttering to either side of him like the mismatched wings of a butterfly—revealing one hell of a proboscis.
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Sloan hefted the weapon on one beefy shoulder before making for Ruby's old position, setting up shop in front of the still-open window. Setting the weapon down on its bracing legs, the first thing the bulky Russian saw on adjusting the scope was the sharply-defined form of his newest partner in crime bouncing about the field like a flea on a frying pan. "Not good, not good..." Sloan muttered, before tapping his earpiece one too many times to send a flood of static along the channel, hoping that would give Ruby enough forewarning so as not to be caught flat-footed by the incoming communication. The Russian then braced himself prone even while he grabbed and subsequently shoved the magazine of pencil-sized explosive rounds into the stock of the weapon, and set the first round into place with a deafening sha-shink of the weapon's bolt action.
School was in session.
"Ruby Riding Hood," He said over the comm channel, hoping the Huntress would have had enough time to prepare herself, "I am needing small favor. Your dodging is very spectacular, but if you can be fleeing into north field, it will be turning ship's engines to me. Then, I will see about doing something about taking them out. Sloan has few more tricks up his sleeve, do not be worrying about that!"
Ikebukuro Raira Academy—Class 1B
A chorus of screams and panic rose over the assorted children like a rising tide, and Ryo almost made to quiet them down before realizing that he was screaming the loudest. Fuckin' figures! The schoolboy shouted internally, clutching his harmonica close to his chest. A school full of badass space soldiers, and I get done in by a flying curling iron—!
Amidst all the chaos of scurrying to the safety of the room's corners while paradoxically jockeying for position next to the room's wide windows, nobody even noticed Weiss break down the door or face down the guard.
Nobody, except for one.
With little forewarning but the soft click! of a ballpoint pen, Weiss would feel a broad foot pushing off of her shoulder as Seiji launched himself bodily at the Trooper, the cold doll-like sheen of his brown eyes belied only by the teeth peeking out of a wet sneer. With the pen clutched overhead between two hands, he would attempt to work in conjunction with Weiss's kick to the man's cajones to stab the pen into the meat of the man's gun-arm shoulder, between the collarbone and the shoulder itself, while also using his body weight to leverage the man toward the ground.
If he was successful, Seiji would keep one hand gripped on the pen even as the other reared back into a fist, attempting to wordlessly crack the man across the face and send his helmet skidding away.
Behind the two of them, Mika would have her hands clasped and pressed to her cheeks, lightly flushed and practically swooning despite the obvious danger to the love of her life. "Oh Seiji... You're just so gallant~"
Ikebukuro Raira Academy—Hallway to Principal's Office
Vorona strode through the halls, a set of freshly stolen dogtags banging gently against her breastplate from a particularly unaware Trooper. Her helmet was back on, the air inside thick with the humidity of her swishing animal excitement, though there was one small cosmetic difference; were one to get close enough, they may notice that the ceramic eyeholes had been removed, and replaced with an opaque black cloth. While this might have seemed like a strange choice to the typical rank-and-file, it afforded her an advantage that her white-clad peers sorely lacked; it allowed her to see enough to aim.
Her H&K USP, already outfitted with a silencer, was strapped to the body of her weapon with black electrical tape, cradled closely to her body to hide it from peering eyes. Her forehand hung loosely about the trigger, imitating the casual alertness that the Troopers seemed to favor, while her aft hand hung out at the barrel, twinging with the barest flicker of excitement.
And in a back-facing pocket of her armor, lie her secret weapon.
Vorona advanced on the door to the principal's office, controlling her stroll as though to make it seem as if she was just passing by. But when she reached the point where she formed the apex of a triangle consisting of her and the guards, her far hand would fall nonchalantly to her hip and snake into said pocket to catch them unawares. An earlier thought came back to her just then, and she felt her mouth curl into a frown despite the exhilaration pounding in her chest. I suppose that confirms it, she thought to herself, finding the button on her smartphone with her thumb. I am a viper, rearing to strike. She pressed down.
Back in the crawlspace, her pesudo-Walkman would light up, sending a go-ahead to the embedder, which would then tap into the PA system it had been affixed to. The speakers overhead would squeal like a dying animal, a piercing shriek that Vorona hoped would serve as a sufficient distraction to the two guards. Gripping her hidden gun, she would peel it off the body of the other weapon in one fluid motion, stray bits of tape whipping around her like dead black leaves as her gaze zeroed in over the iron sights to the guard's unprotected neck. Vorona would attempt to swiftly plant a vampire's kiss—two, equally spaced shots to the man's neck.
The shriek would then coalesce into words even as Vorona fell to a defensive crouch, flicking her silenced barrel over to the next guard quick as a rattlesnake's tail. The edges and lilt of the speaking man's sentences betrayed her auditory tampering, but she could only hope that his own strong inflection and her cleaning up the audio would prove sufficient for the lion's share of soldiers occupying the school. "Fett is under suspicion of collaboration with rebels." The commander's voice would say, as Vorona attempted to plant a shot in the middle of the second guard's throat before aiming another up through the man's chin and into his skull. "Make the call to bring them in, and report to command."
Whether or not both of those strikes were entirely successful, Vorona would surge back to her feet at an angle, both to dissuade return fire and to get a new bead on the principal's door window. Up overhead, though the fake commander's words were done with, there was a new set of crackling, and a new set of words ripped almost straight from the bounty hunter's throat. "Is this supposed to be funny?" Fett's gruff voice intoned, the man's words purposely left distant to sound as though he were just now chiming in from over one of their holographic communication devices. Vorona attempted to plant another two shots into the glass of the window. "I'll handle this personally."
The overhead PA would then cut off, even as the semi-leaping Vorona took one last surprise from the pocket of her armor; a thermal detonator, part of a matching set she'd found stuffed in the bag by Nakura who clearly had no idea what he'd found. Pressing down the activation switch, she curled her arm back before giving the device her best baseball pitch in an attempt to send the beeping explosive device straight through the weakened glass and into the office beyond, hoping to take out the Commander and his one remaining guard before he could get on the PA himself and dispute the claim.
In the end, Fett showing up with his ship may have been a blessing in disguise; it made the sudden fiery destruction of the commander's office infinitely more plausible, and infinitely more cathartic.
Whether or not her maneuver was entirely successful, Vorona would attempt to land with a roll and a crouch, bracing herself against a set of lockers to protect against the explosion, and trying not to think about how many innocent lives rided on the blast.
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
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Bradley was taken aback by the way the teenagers changed from topic to topic with such ease- even the children back at Amestris weren't this... active. He made a mental note of the chunks mentioned, noticing the prevalence of kings, and not President Fuhrers. Good. He thought to himself. Monarchies are built on trust. And trust is one of the easiest things to manipulate.
The mention of vampires didn't do much to shock Bradley, especially since he was more interested in the supposed 'bloodthirsty' chunks... nothing could unite a population more than the fearsome threat of the 'Other'. "What do you mean by 'most bloodthirsty?' It seems to me like the objective of this game is to incite war among the nations. Or is peace the status quo in Battleworld?"
Calamity is a housewife
Valentine Sisters - Death Star Firing Control
As Celty desperately signaled for a time-out, El remained under the walkway as her dullahan friend proceeded to hang from its underside.
Decoy
"A-Are you sure?"
The Valentine was apprehensive about using someone as bait. It was just so... pragmatic! Unfortunately, the reality of the situation was that she had no say in the matter while in the heat of battle. Quickly deciding to put her trust in Celty, she dashed off to catch the Jet Trooper's attention, firing a few stray shots of pistol fire his way to do so. Then she jetted off in a burst of speed, down under the same walkway, hoping to draw the troopers closer to Celty, as well as make him lose sight of her.
Meanwhile, Ram's claws scratched against her own Jet Trooper's armored gauntlets. Her attempts to pry his arms open was promptly interrupted by a burning sensation in her navel. Hissing in obvious pain, Ramlethal split away from the Trooper, only then seeing what had happened, he'd used the exhaust of his own jetpack to attack her. She briefly entertained the thought that this was a rather creative tactic.
Preparing herself for another salvo of laser fire, she instead found a grappling hook fired from one of her teammates hinder the trooper. While he was tangling with that, Ramlethal fired another sphere of energy. This time, aimed at the Jet Trooper's jetpack.
Sin - Mitakihara Industrial Sector, in the Imperial Ship
Sin, for his part, began surveying the rest of the ship's pilot quarters, searching for anything that look like it might help start the ship. A big 'GO' button would definitely help, especially if it was in bold red or something.
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
"BAD DAY BAD DAY BAD DAY!" Yelping as she was dragged bodily by someone seemingly as solid as Ryoga in one of his rampages, the pigtailed girl grabbed on for dear life since otherwise she'd have to drop a lethal amount of falling distance. The pulling of a knife didn't help matters either but thankfully the weapon she held was one where the blade was hinged and she was holding the other side of the weapon.
As a result of that and her overall light frame in comparison to the robotic manpower of the Dark Trooper, Ranma was able to swing herself backward via the edge of the platform with her feet. That wasn't to say she got off scot free though considering the vibroknife tore a sizeable cut in her shoulder that hurt like the dickens but perhaps due to the weapon's own absurd sharpness the cut was even enough to not screw up the various nerves and muscles located on that part of the bicep. Blood still fountained out like a geyser though- which Ranma actually directed at the droid's visor via the Saotome school of dirty tactics.
"Alright jackass, I hope you're ready for a good old fashioned butt whooping." With a dangerous glint in her eyes and a pained snarl, the martial artist then aimed her free hand not holding the Gekkaja at the droid's direction once she ascertained that she was now somewhat over solid enough grounding. "MOKO... TAKABISHA!" Red ki pooling within her cupped palm, the girl then blasted a bucket sized beam of continuous kinetic energy at the droid's center of mass with the reasoning of using the sheer force and the wickedly sharp Gekkaja blade to both push at the target and attempt to dislodge the blade from the Dark Trooper's hand with said force.
edited 2nd Apr '17 6:46:08 PM by Makaioh
Vampire Hunter
Trevor, Death Star Fire Control
"If anyone could fistfight a droid, she could," Trevor retorted to Scorch, before turning to the battle between Ranma and the Dark Trooper. "Ranko, catch!"
Trevor pulled out one of his Holy Waters and tossed it in an arc towards Ranma Saotome. Assuming she caught it, Trevor explained quickly. "The shadow bridges are Celty's Dark Magic and that's my Holy Water... Fight dirty, Ranko!"
Sypha, Emperor's Throne Room
Sypha finally stopped pelting Nyarly-Beelzebub with fireballs and just barely got out of the way of the Megidola. Jaune yelled for them to concentrate on the Emperor rather than Nyarly-Beelzebub, and Sypha grumbled, painfully knowing he was right. As the Emperor's lightning rained down from the heavens, Sypha dodged and ran trying to get as close to the Emperor as she could, concentrating magic into her staff... before pulling out the gun Lady gave her and trying to surprise the Emperor by just shooting him. Sypha was running low on magic in this battle and needed time to focus and regain some of it.
Alucard & Grant, Common Room
"Not cool," A voice admonished Nora's comment about vampires. From out of the Portal to Castlevania came a stoic regal figure.
◊ Those who had met Dracula or Lisa would see a distinct resemblance to both in him. Standing next to the Huntresses (and Hunter in Ren's case), one could easily see that this figure appeared to be around their age even if he had a much more mature air about him.
"'Bout time you showed up," Grant turned to look at Alucard, before joking with him. "How's the family?"
"Hmmph," Alucard crossed his arms and dismissed the joke before taking a look around the room, seeing who exactly was here without speaking any further to anyone.
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Throne Room, Aigis — Promise
Panicked and clouded as her mind was, the predictable blast of Ziodyne's lightning took Aigis and her out-of-control Persona completely off-guard. With her own scream of agony cut short by the sympathetic surge of electricity in her circuts as Palladion vanished into wisps of blue light, the robot girl collapsed to her knees — and was unable to even so much as react when the Megidola ordered by the Emperor slammed into her and swept her off her legs to send her crashing into the viewport behind her. A hurried system diagnostic revealed she was at least still battle-capable, though her largely char-colored torso made it obvious that she was more than a little damaged.
But, even still functioning as she was, Aigis didn't move. She couldn't move. Because as much as she wished to dispute his logic, in the end, he was right.
She was a weapon, a machine created to destroy Shadows. What would happen to her, after it was all over? Assuming she was not disposed of, what would be left for her to do? What meaning would there be to anything she did, when the battle finally concluded?
A soft thud as she embraced her target.
"I have found you."
"Huh?!"
"My highest priority is to remain by your side."
Ah. That's right...
"Perhaps I am a nothing more than a machine forged to wage war on behalf of humanity, and perhaps I do not know what will become of me when the war is over, but I will not give up here! Because I..."
"Promise me you're going to come back okay."
"I promised..."
"I'll see you soon, Aigis."
"I promised that we would see each other again!" she affirmed, balled fist creaking as she picked herself back up. Standing tall once more, the gynoid leveled her most powerful weapon at the malevolent entity before her.
"I am Aigis, the last remaining Anti-Shadow Suppression Weapon! I do not know what you are, Nyarlathotep, but every instinct I possess tells me that my purpose is to defeat you—" Eyes flashing in determined defiance, she brought up her arm and let loose a fully charged Metatronius upon the false Persona. "—and return to her side!"
Ikebukuro Electronics Store, Mianko — Eveningbreakers
"Hmmm..."
Minako stared thoughtfully at the storefront for another moment, then wordlessly pivoted, pulled at the air, and thrust forward with her Vel to skewer Mikado's uninspiring grey cargo. "Hup!" With the spear as a lever, she quickly twisted it out of his hands and tossed it behind herself, toward Hell Biker.
"I'm good, Kid," the undead motorcyclist replied with a shrug, before reeling back a fist and slamming it into The Fool's makeshift projectile. "HA!" Met with the full force of his skeletal knuckles, the hapless cinderblock could do naught but explode into a cloud of fine grey dust. "Not so sure ya thought this whole thing through, though, since ya ain't got nothin' to cover your face."
"Yeah, and I mean, breaking the doorframe costs way more than just this stuff," Minako observed, casually sliding her the thin blade of her divine instrument between door and frame and cutting through the offending lock like papier-mache. "Well, let's hope there aren't alarms ready to go off or cameras recording us. There's got to be some reason this place is open when everything nearby's looted. Yakuza-owned, maybe? Anyway, just make sure you don't touch anything with your hands aside form what we're buying. Unless you've got gloves somewhere, I mean. Don't wanna be leavin' prints."
"Right on, Chief. I'll take lookout duty out here."
Common Room, Mitsuru — Exposition Execution
"Things have been surprisingly peaceful so far, yes, all things considered," a finely-attired redhead interjected, striding over to stand beside the Homunculus and Hunters and staring fixedly at the map above, fingers interwoven behind her rigid back. Still in the elegant blue dress that would have looked more at place at an official state function or cocktail party than a place like the Common Room, Mitsuru — who had abandoned Madoka to Sylvia's 'care' once it was evident the pinkette had presence of mind enough not to spill all Mitakihara's secrets - first and foremost let the her confident poise and appearance provide the foundation for her credibility as an authority, as per usual.
"As you can see," she continued, extending an arm to indicate the globe spinning overhead, "the only chunk who has truly engaged in war so far is Outworld, which conquered their new territory within a day of their arrival. The lack of open hostilities between territories is likely the reason our host decided to hold a tournament yesterday, and why the entire planet is currently being invaded by a self-proclaimed 'Galactic Empire' from this artificial moon."
Shaking her head, the heiress turned fully toward the Fuhrer incognito. "But where are my manners?" She proffered him a hand to shake. "I'm Mitsuru Kirijo, Vice-President of SEES, another chunkless group like your own. A pleasure to meet you, King Bradley."
She also offered the newcomer a genteel smile, and a genuine one in spite of herself, at that. Even though the logical part of her reasoned that he was a complete unknown and could be wholly untrustworthy, her instincts were strenuously protesting and telling her otherwise. That he was reliable. Safe. Kind. Familiar
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edited 5th Apr '17 9:27:39 PM by darksidevoid
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
One Brunch Man
Santa Destroy Desert
As Anri lowered her thumb away from the smiling footballer, should couldn't help but catch the calls of the freshly-arrived fast food purveyors rappelling in by helicoptor, wasting no time in turning the battlefield into a haven for celebration. Anri's smile deepened, even as she shook her head; she worried that she might never truly understand these Americans.
Case in point: even as her head drooped forward to rest comfortably against the scooter's console in preparation for the journey back, she could not figure out if the Doctor was kidding or not. All throughout the scientist's tirade, between the ludicrous numbers being thrown around (multi-billion?) to talk of assassins in a throne room somewhere with a sort of finality that left Anri baffled, to nothing less than talk of attaching her head to a cloned body—something Anri very much wanted to laugh at, were it not for the telltale slur of alcohol that Anri could practically smell on the Doctor's breath through the speaker.
In the end, the student turned to the only judge she felt mattered; the distant AT-AT, undisturbed and with its various inhabitants intact, alive as a direct result of her efforts. Of their efforts. "There are probably millions of people alive on Battleworld, right?" Anri said, with a soft, pleased lilt. "I know it's not billions, but, I think that should help justify the cost, if only a little."
She then considered the Doctor's ending words carefully, even as a dark forest loomed in her forward vision. Did she still want help with Saika? Did she still need it? The sword was more than a part of her, it was a debt she had to pay, and an extra limb with which to vanquish evil. She closed her eyes to mull it over, and before she knew it she'd dozed off. There before her, was the candy-coated landscape that was the hallmark of Saika's nighttime influence for the last five years. Her parents looked up, saw her, and waved.
Anri's eyes snapped back open, to find the forest was so close now that she could make out the individual trees; from a distance, the thick canopy overhead had blended them all into one indistinct, black mass, a sharp contrast to the sun's rays beating down on the desert sands. "Thank you, Doctor." Anri said, her hands flexing uncomfortably on the handlebars. "I... look forward to meeting them."
Anri braced herself to tear through the undergrowth as she considered the Doctor's last, and possibly most important, question. Did she trust herself enough, to go back? She thought of Mika, then of her impaled hand on her shoulder. She thought of Mikado, asleep at her hospital bedside, fresh tear tracks on his cheeks...
"I want to go back. I should go back, but... You've met Saika. What do you think, Doctor—?" Anri paused, a heavy blush coloring the student's exhausted features as she realized that, throughout all of the hubbub, she had never actually gotten the doctor's given name.
Death Star Firing Control
Celty hung from her makeshift handle like a Christmas ornament, dangling all-too-precariously over a pit that she was only now realizing that she couldn't really see the bottom of. She distracted herself by feeling the supernatural tension of keeping the bridges stable ebb away as most everyone moved from one side of the room to the other, and with a shake of her outstretched wrist, she began dismissing the structures she could see and confirm were free of passengers. All of this in turn took attention away from the knowledge that she had essentially set herself up to be a laser sponge, but again, she wasn't worried; hypothetically, even if she fell all the way down and splatted on some futuristic living room floor at terminal velocity, she could just wait to come back together and then climb her way back up. Right?
The shadows directly above her nevertheless rippled anxiously as she prepared to will a barrier into position, readying herself mentally as the whoosh of the Trooper's jetpack grew closer—then, embarrassingly enough, kept on going. What, she almost wanted to yell with arms and legs flailing like a worm on a hook, am I not good enough bait for you? But not wanting El's life-and-limb maneuvers to be in vain, Celty quickly directed two fingers straight outward to make the rippling shadows above her solidify, and shoot out into two, branching limbs that zig-zagged like lightning bolts as they attempted to catch up to the Trooper and plug up the exhaust ports of his jetpack. Were they successful, they would then sprout two, thin needles deep into the inner reaches of the pack, looking to disable it without turning the wearer into a fireball. Were that successful, Celty would merely hold on tight, and wait for the main to experience life as the pirate ship on the world's worst pendulum carnival ride.
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Bond - Ground Pounding, Death Star Room of Endless Falling
Bond ducked behind a terminal as soon as he spied the Death Trooper, getting out of the way of the laser fire.
"Only one of him? What's the betting he's wearing more armour than a tank?" he said, to no-one in particular.
To test this particular theory, he pulled his laser pistol from his bandolier, and stood up from behind his terminal to fire a burst of SMG bullets from his right-handed weapon and two laser blasts from his left-handed weapon.
Jaune - This is the part where Jaune is fucked, Death Star Throne Room
It was over quickly. Vader's helmet came flying off just before his shield bash impacted, and the girl with the staff had taken the opportunity to hit Vader with lighting without his armour.
Down went Darth.
Of course, this was the point where the main bad guy made their big speech, soon to be followed by the final battle. The giant fly monster was a surprise, but didn't break too far from the norm.
Jaune prepared to rush in, aiming to go for the monster rather than the guy tossing out so much lightning he fried his own men on accident, but he noticed something that made him pause.
The monster was behind the Emperor.
Normally, when the villain unleashed a monster on the heroes, he hid behind it. This time, it was almost as if it was the other way around.
This pause probably saved Jaune's life. Aigis's... summon, he guessed, recognized the monster, and from the looks of it, Sypha did too. They both decided to aim their attacks at the thing rather than the Emperor.
So, they recognized it, and decided it was the bigger threat. Bigger than the very obvious main villain.
Jaune stayed where he was, shield raised, but instead of attacking he cast his eyes around the room for the bodies of the Imperial Guards. Some of the last set had guns, and if Jaune waded into melee range, he was probably gonna die, so he was trying to see if he could spot any guns on the corpses.
Ruby - How Most Of My Attempts At Stealth Games Go, Raira Academy Playing Field
One of the bolts tore up the ground in front of her, sending Ruby tumbling across the field, Sloan's package falling away. She barely had time to get onto her hands and knees before she had to burst away in a cloud of rose petals, as another of Fett's shots tore up the ground where she had been less than a second before.
Even Ruby, as stubborn and reckless as she could be, quickly realized that one hit from that weapon and she would be toast. Likely literally.
But Ruby also understood the importance of a plan.
She pulled Crescent Rose from her back, and spun it into rifle mode, before one-handing a shot at the classroom window Sloan had directed her towards. Then, she zig-zagged her way towards the bag, extending her baby to scythe form, and with one recoil-enhanced swing, launched it towards the hopefully-shattered window.
She just hoped the package wasn't fragile. If it was, whatever would break probably broke when she dropped it, anyway.
With that done, Ruby leaped into the air, spun around to face Slave 1, and fired a round towards the cockpit, the recoil pushing her away from it. All she could really do right now. Anything fancy needed time she used to deliver the bag.
Weiss - Plan Aborted On Account of Partner In Danger, Raira Academy Classroom
The sounds of massive laser cannons did not go unnoticed, and drew Weiss to the classroom window as surely as it would the rest of the students.
The difference between her and the rest of the student was that they didn't know the target of the laser fire.
There was no time for the plan anymore. She needed her weapon, she needed her dust, before Ruby became dust at the hand of those massive weapons.
She rushed over to the classroom door and pounded on it with her handcuffed hands, trying to get the attention of the guard outside.
If he opened the door to her, she'd then aim a kick right between his legs, with as much of her enhanced strength as she could muster. If that didn't knock him out, she'd aim kicks at his head until he went down and stayed down.
And if he didn't open the door to her, she'd do her best to use her strength to kick the damn door down, and then continue with her previous kicking plan.
The Teenagers - Common Room
The four of them frowned at the Cure's answer, but accepted it. Trying to argue would just lead to the wish being taken away, and they couldn't afford that.
Ren accepted Bradley's handshake with a look of confusion clearly evident upon his face, as the rest of the group turned to face him. Just from his demeanor, not to mention his uniform, it was easy to tell that he was a military man.
"Oh, him?" Yang asked, now grinning broadly and pointing a thumb over her shoulder at The Cure. "He doesn't mind, do ya, Big Red?"
"What sort of information would you need to survive?" Blake asked, intrigued by his wording.
"Oooh, maybe he's a vampire, and he can't go out in sunlight! Or he can only breathe something that isn't oxygen?"
"If he can't breathe oxygen, how is he talking to us?"
"Maybe he's holding his breath. Oh! Did you say you were a King? Wow, we're really meeting a lot of kings today, aren't we, Ren?"
"Nora." Ren sighed.
"Nora's right, he's like our third King today."
"Yang, this is our first day."
"So what, Blake? How many members of Vale's council did you meet on your first day?"
The black-haired girl thought it over, before speaking up again.
"That's a fair point."
edited 30th Mar '17 3:03:58 AM by GeekCodeRed
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!