huzzaaaaaaaah
"Hoh, I—" Even Bradley was left speechless by the samurai's rash decision. What kind of person would march into danger like that? Feeling like no words would reach his ear (and thinking that this would be a good way to measure his power, and therefore figure out how he could be more effortlessly used), Bradley chose to simply wave him goodbye and stand still, watching as the samurai disappeared into the portal.
It didn't help that Minako's whisper completely threw Bradley off his balance. Since he couldn't very well pursue her in such a public setting, he chose to stand just close enough for him to hear her without seeming suspicious- even though he couldn't help but furrow his brow at her.
Azula didn't even bother to look at Hyppolyta and Artemis, choosing instead to disguise her looking into their general direction by contemplating her nails. "When your island manages to survive Battleworld, then I'll consider paying attention to you. Until then, I have no time for your empty lessons." She turned to the Cure. "Tell me, Cure. What is the strongest nation in this world?"
The circus girl was busy thinking of ways to paint Azula as a good girl to Asgore when Minako suddenly walked up to her. "Oh!" She yelped, surprised, but once she heard the Fool's question, Ty Lee couldn't help but smile. "Ah, thank you! I love your hair too!" Perking up, she bowed. "My name's Ty Lee. Pleasure to meet you!" She then peered at something behind Minako and lowered her voice. "Uh, don't look now, but there's a guy glaring at you, and he's got a nasty aura."
If Minako were to look behind, she would notice some side-eye coming from Bradley (though the aura part was still up to the debate).
"I'm a man?" Sokka didn't have much time to think about complaining that the woman had mistaken him for another woman, choosing instead to focus on her bewildered reaction to the fact that he was a member of the opposite sex. His face promptly slid into 'seductive' mode, as he confidently smirked at Alexa. "Oh yeah. I'm a man. Do you wanna hold onto my muscles—"
The fireball passed right by him, and he quickly dropped the act. "Nevermind, come on, come on!" He said, trying to take Alexa away from the battlefield.
"Toph!" Katara yelled, as the blind girl took a moment to turn in the direction of the chimaera, dragging her foot along with it. A curved wall raised around her, blocking most of the fireball just in time, but a sharp cry of pain coming from the earthbender was a sign that she hadn't escaped the attack unscathed.
"I'll be fine!" Toph said from behind cover, pointing at Aang. "Twinkletoes needs you!"
Katara looked over at the airbender, who was very clearly struggling to hold the chimaera in place, his air bubble growing weaker with every one of its advances. "Stay strong, Aang." Katara muttered, as she rushed over to where Aresia and Persephone were standing, stretching her arms back. "You two, go for the feet again! I'm going for his mouth!" She threw both her hands forward, as water shot off the ocean in the form of a whip, before wrapping around the chimaera's mouth, trying to pull him back.
"Why is it so angry?" Aang asked the Amazons, dropping his air bubble and trying to listen to the chimaera's cries.
edited 27th Apr '17 6:48:24 PM by Stratofarius
One Brunch Man
Day 4
Common Room
Celty slid her cracked phone back into her sleeve as she stepped out into the stark white of the Common Room, "blinking" as it were at the sudden contrast of colors. Maybe I should think about building a new helmet, she thought for about half-a-second, before the most cursory glance around the room possible revealed that she was by far among the more normal-looking of the crowd.
Using every impulse given to her by human society to not stare at the goat people, Celty turning her churning, shadow-spewing stump to regard Trevor, the woman from yesterday, and a pirate (???) as she passed, giving them a small wave. Subsequently spotting Sol, she subconsciously straightened her posture and clenched/unclenched her fists at her side as she approached, rolling over what she was going to say in her not-head. Sorry about last night, I'm fine. I'm really sorry about last night, but don't worry, I'm fine now. Hey Sol, I'm fine, I didn't witness the murder of millions, how are you this—
Celty's internal recitations were cut off as she fully realized who Sol was standing next to, pausing for a good second as she got used to the prospect that this wasn't just another sister. El?! You look gr~at! She showed the homunculi excitedly, ignorant to how the crack in the screen fractured her message. What's th~ occasion? Who's getting married? She cocked her stump in Sol's direction in a bout of silent questioning, before catching sight of Ram—and her clenched fists—in the process.
Immediately deflating somewhat, Celty typed out a new message. Is she okay? I didn't upset her or anythi~g, did I? We didn't really get to talk, but I wasn't trying to be off-put~ing.
Ikebukuro/Hell's Gate Tokyo Border
"And then I said, 'Looky right here, it says stop being a little whiny bitch!"
Horada broke into a fit of laughter in time with his companion,
◊ the two having obviously been doing this for some time. "So then the one-eyed prick was all like," Horada adopted a drooping, quivering inflection, arms flailing in front of him like a T-Rex with cerebral palsy, "sorry boss, won't happen again!" Horada then straightened, finger plumbing the air above him climactically. "And I was like, bitch please—"
Leader and cohort alike froze in place as the Joker's remark floated from one end of the street corner to the next, reverberating amidst the heavy morning air. Horada's teeth grit as he turned to face his taunter, a blush rising in his cheeks as a very real attempt to not reach up and cover his ear was visible. But through it all, Joker might recognize something altogether familiar; a sheen across the man's eyes, gleaming as an excuse for sadism was dropped into his lap.
"How about some hot lead instead," Horada boasted, pulling up his shirt to reveal the moderate musculature ringing his torso and the pistol bouncing on his hip, "free of charge?!"
"Yeah!" His companion continued, making no bones about pulling his own pistol off of his waist, and brandishing it at nothing in particular above him. "Make like Magellan, and get lost!"
Horada's blush lowered somewhat as he rolled his eyes. "You're such a fucking nerd." The wind taken out of his vengeful sails somewhat, Horada's shirt then fell as his smile rose, crossing his arms as he leaned to the side against a nearby lamp post. "Tell you what," he called across the misty morning air, "you obviously ran away to the circus once already. Why don't you do us all a favor, and give it another shot? I think I saw the Carnival of Jackass headed that direction," he said, pointing back over the HGT border from whence Joker came.
"Heh, good one boss. Jackass. Heh."
"Thank you. But shut up, you're ruining it."
"Sorry."
Ikebukuro Club XTC
Shijima wasn't much of a fighter on the best of days, in temperament if not ability. But just then, coming off the cusp of certain death and a frankly irresponsible amount of repurposed painkillers, Shijima felt that he could walk up to Shizuo Heiwajima himself and knock him into next week. It was the former impulse rather than the latter that sent his head ducking as the bottle flew over it, but as a trickle of cheap brown liquid proceeded to stain and tarnish his obstinately expensive haircut, his twitching eye and the bloodshot fractals within communicated one unspoken truth to the man across the bar: It's go time.
"Friend," Shijima said, pushing himself to his feet via pressing his palms to the tabletop and straightening his arms, "I'm going to teach you about the fine line between 'fucked up', and 'fucked with'—!" Shijima proceeded to clearly illustrate which side of that line he was on, as he made to stand unsupported on the hardwood floor and immediately crashed to the ground when his legs gave out from under him. The commotion woke his former (current?) companion, looking around in a wide-eyed daze before sheepishly wiping the drool from her mouth.
"Whazzat? Whaz happenin'?"
Shijima's hand shakily rose from the floor to above the lip of his table, before shifting into a thumbs-up. "I'm, defending your honor. Don't, urgh, worry about it."
His companion clapped her hands together happily at the prospect of getting fought over, before settling back as Shijima rose fully to his feet, glasses bearing a spiderweb crack. Bringing his fists out in front of him, he donned a set expression even as he adopted the classic fistfighter's pose, though whether he gleaned it from experience or movies Greed would just have to find out.
edited 27th Apr '17 11:33:41 PM by Uncandescent
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Eternal Princess
The red glowing eyes of the tower rotated and snapped to the girl as she made her presence known.
"TARGET ACQUIRED - INITIATING CAPTURE SEQUENCE"
The tower stood there, staring menacingly at the girl, but otherwise doing nothing. It took a moment for the machine to process the data that it lacked the proper hardware for such a task. It was a metal tower with only large metal pistons
◊ used to create earth quakes as appendages. It brought only death and destruction in its wake. Damn this human brain and the illogical tasks it lays before him. But then, with its superior robot intelligence, a plan formed. Static sounded that almost sounded like chuckling.
"CAPTURE SEQUENCE APORTED - INITIATING DECEPTION SEQUENCE"
The machine's brain bubbled as it worked, then a familiar came back on. The cut and paste job being pretty obvious with the unnatural flow of her words and abrupt stops.
"Koishi...It's...I...- THE GIRL YOU ASSUME IT IS - It's important...you...go...with...this-PERFECT SPECIMEN OF ROBOTIC ENGINEERING - He...should - FREEZE YOU IN CARBONITE - for...you...to...be...alive and safe."
When the pig tailed girl approached the booth, the Japanese man opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.
"What up my sista? What can I do for you today?"
She was a cutey, with her big ol eyes and shit. Still, there was something about her that bugged him. He kept up a friendly demeanor, but there was a curious look in his eyes.
When she asked her question, the man couldn't help but chuckle and rub the back of his head. He could name a thousand obscure bands no one else has ever herd of, knows all sorts of trivia about games and other pop culture, and can tell the latest news on the street. History? Shit, she was asking the wrong guy.
"Can't say. Who ever founded the city back in the day decided to name it. Maybe as a joke, its not even proper Spanish ya know. But then, it kinda fits. Santa Destroy. Like, that's what it is, so why change the name. Sure they are trying to renew its image with the resorts and all that renovation on the beach front. But its still Santa Destroy, you can't change that. A rose by any other name, its still the same god damn city. Still home."
The man waited to see if that answer satisfied the girl's question, or if it was a more complex question she was asking. While he waited though, he suddenly realized what bugged him about the girl. Clapping his hands as if finally getting the punch line of a joke, he pointed a finger at the girl.
"Girl, you're Japanese. Why are you wearing a Chinese kung fu out fit? I mean a person got to be free to express them selves in what they wear, but people have enough trouble telling Asians apart with out you going out of your way to confuse them and shit."
Coming from the southeast, the strike witch would come over the desert, the main grounds for Santa Destroy's conflict with the Empire yesterday. The crashed remains of tie fighters, a downed satellite, the burnt out husks and pieces of three giant humanoid shaped robots littered the once clean sand dunes. The bodies of the dead were still in the process of being dealt with. Two men in hazmat suits seemed to be given the gruesome honor, helped only by the buzzards. Off in the distance a floating tower spoke to a flying girl in a large brim black hat. It would not take long for the Strike witches hail to be answered. The voice of a man came from the other side of the radio call.
"Read you loud and clear Flight Lieutenant Yeager, permission granted. Follow the coast toward the city, we got an escort coming your way."
The girl wouldn't have to wait long before another voice sounded out, this one not through her radio.
"So, this is what humans out side the barrier came up with to counter act youkai's natural gift of flight. The Miko, that Captain, and now you. It seems humans can become really troublesome beings if left to their own devices."
The girl let out a sigh and flew into view of the strike witch. A purple haired girl with bunny ears and red eyes.
She wore a blazer with a short skirt, something almost reminicent of a school uniform or perhaps something shirly herself would wear. Unlike Shirley, the girl had no strike unit to help her fly.
Her time on the moon was a life time ago. Still, its difficult not to feel alittle anxious when seeing how far humans can go. Its easy to just brush them aside as only human, but they had the audacity to climb the heavens and place their flag upon the moon, starting a war with the Lunarians. It certainly didn't help that the humans she did associate with was a greedy lazy miko and a thieving lying witch, even if they are her friends.
A sense of deja vu swept over the lunarian rabbit. Flying in front of some wandering human, trading a few quips, and then getting beat up in a danmaku match. It was practically a daily routine in Gensokyo. She quickly raised her hands in front of her self and began waving them to say that was not what she was here for.
"I'm the escort, or one of the escorts. Or I am suppose to be...I don't really know anything about this place, so I'm more going to be taking the tour then helping out with it. I think they just wanted a pretty face in the mix to balance out the jerk they are apparently sending..."
Just then, something about the stike witch caught her attention. She silently mouthed the word what as her facial features took an unamused look. Her eyes narrowed at the pair of bunny ears on Shirley's head then the at the girl looking for an explanation why this human was pretending to be a rabbit youkai.
While she waited, the other escorts arrived. A pair of apparent twins
, their capes fluttering in the wind. The red eyed half spoke, his voice friendly, but with an undertone of being cocky.
"Ladies."
How do you kill that which has no life?
The Grand Re-Vizier
The Joker gave Horada and his flunky his best 'Harmless Old Clown' look and fake chuckled along with the insult, taking note of the pistols the two had on their persons as he sauntered closer with a deceptively quick sillywalk of sorts.
"Hoo, you kids sure told me, eh? But take it from a clown who's been around, you've still got a thing or two to learn. So listen up, because clown college is officially in session!"
The Joker kept talking, going too fast and loud to warrant interruption as he waved an arm to indicate Horada's flunky, gun still out though not pointed anywhere in particular.
"First off junior, that ain't a gun-"
With a slight flick of his wrist the Joker produced an obviously fake, brightly colored and HUGE toy pistol, pointing it at the goon and pulling the trigger to produce a tiny flag from the barrel with the word 'BANG!' written on it.
"-This is a gun. What you've got there is called a 'marital aid'. As in boy will your poor girlfriend be happy when you shoot your dick off waving it around like that."
The Joker flailed his own arms around mockingly to demonstrate, using the motion to conceal the action of drawing and palming a knife in his other hand as he continued to walk closer to the pair.
"Second, never let your cronies see you get embarrassed. Laugh it off, play it cool and plot revenge, heck even make a threat as long as it's sincere but never let them forget you're in charge."
The Joker pointed the BANG! flag back over at Horada's comrade for extra emphasis as he continued on his rant, still moving with the same goofy half-saunter.
"Third! This is what actually happened to Magellan!"
The Joker squeezed the trigger on the toy gun and the flag launched out of the barrel like a spear at Horada's goon. The Joker himself lunged at Horada, aiming to slam him hard up against the lamppost and hold the concealed knife to his throat all at once.
"Fourth point! When you make a joke, it needs structure, setup, resonance with the audience! Like remember when I said 'lend me your ear? '"
The Joker slipped the 'toy' pistol back into his sleeve and drew a second knife, holding it up to Horada's uninjured ear.
"Honestly, the threats and insults I could ignore, but that joke? Eugh. Now hold still! It'd be a shame if I ended up giving you more than an earful after this!"
The guard was sent backward, snarling in rage as his weapon was stolen. The guard with the rifle made a loud cocking noise that served only as an attempt at intimidation as the other three slowly approached Jack.
"Stupid Earthrealmer, that no what we mean!"
"This last chance! :Leave way you came or we feed dead body to princess Melieena!"
Assuming he failed to do as instructed. one of the unarmed guards would charge. As he entered spear range, a pair of long blades the size of its arm shot out of its hand in bloody fashion, and he used this new blade to try to swat the spear shaft out of the way and move in to impale Jack with his other arm.
Right to business, then. He said as he walked toward Homura. All of your actions up until now have been with a single soul in mind, a single person for who you would willingly sacrifice the world itself if you had to. One hundred and seven times, you turned back the clock to save the girl from her fate, each time meeting with failure until the most recent attempt. This is when the child who masquerades as a god choose to bring you into his game. And with your powers removed, this is now effectively your last chance. One slip up, one miscalculation, and Madoka Kaname's life could very well be forfeit.
He paused a moment to let the words she undoubtedly already knew to be true sink in. We both know how easy it would be for one such as I to destroy her. This girl once unknowingly sold her soul in return for a simple cake. It would be beyond easy for any number of misfortunes to happen to her. I assure you, Kyubey is far from the only threat that she could meet with. The smile somehow managed to get even wider, moving into outright "should be impossible for a face to make" status. I assume I don't need to elaborate for one as smart as you?
Fett was naturally caught off guard by what should have been a suicidal maneuver. His jetpack fully took the hit, and he fell about 30 feet to the ground. He rolled as he impacted to soften the blow, but for a moment, Sloan had the best shot he was likely to get before Fett sprinted away to find some cover.
Lady nodded. "Oh, right, Nero did mention he ran into you guys yesterday too. Anyway, I'll let Sypha do her work, get in touch with her later once she's done"
"Yo, Trevor, that you?" Dante yelled from inside. "Wanna talk to you about something, come on in!"
Lady stepped out of the way of the door to let the two inside.
"Hey, you know, maybe you could use it to wish for a million bucks." Trish said to Dante.
"Now, now, no getting off that easy. I want him to work for what he owes. Build some work ethic."
Dante waved off Trish's idea. "Na, na, not my style, and besides, it could go to much better use." He leaned back on his hands. "Anyway, Trevor. So, one of the things the asshole who kidnapped us does it hand out wishes to groups who've been here a while. The last time I used it....didn't go too well."
"Putting it lightly." Lady muttered.
"So! I'm thinking, maybe you wanna do something with the next one, maybe you have a better idea what to use it on then I do. So, you wanna take this next wish thing off my hands? Like I said, this kind of thing ain't my style, I'd probably just let it sit and forget about it."
The Grand Re-Vizier
Jack let the guard's emerging bone blade knock his spear out of the way only to twist slightly, shift his arms down the length, then sweep the spear's butt-end up between the charging Tarkatan's legs. Then he swiped the shaft sideways against the poor guardsman's ankle to trip him and send him sprawling.
If he succeeded, Jack planned to reverse the spear again, heft it back while stomping on the first Tarkatan's face, then throw it javelin-style right at the rifle to break it.
Nodding in accordance with the delinquent's words and silently following along his somewhat convoluted way of speaking while getting the gist of what was said (insofar that she thought that it was a property damage stricken place like Nerima only it got blatantly announced via being the city's actual name and everything), Ranma gave a small 'ah' of understanding, chuckling at the theatrics. "Reminds me of my own place, Nerima. Kooks show up every other week to cause trouble and get an ass whoopin' they don't forget."
Oh, that was something new. The guy was asking why she was wearing Chinese silks instead of just staring and judging quietly like most Japanese people (at least the normies). "Well, pops took me on a decade long training trip to be the very best that no one ever was and we stayed for a while in China. I guess the outfit grew on me, yanno? It's pretty stylin' and easy to fight in cause it don't restrict my movements plus it's pretty sturdy and easy to clean." Demonstrating by showing a few easy (to her) kung fu forms that emphasized quick and circular hand movements that could even make the 'whooshing' sounds that martial arts flicks were known for, the redhead then pushed a palm out fast enough to cause the air to snap.
"See? Ya can't pull this off nearly as good in normal clothes or god forbid, a high school uniform. Would rip the stitching off the seams and junk." Ever happy to show off, the girl flashed a smug smile. "Besides, I hate conformin' to other people's expectations. Where I come from, I get jerked around by just about everyone so the fact I can wear what I want is something pretty good, small as it is."
Flicking her pigtail and emanating the air of someone who loved her own personal freedom, a wild and rambunctious air flowed forth from her prideful stance. "Anyways, ya seem pretty alright, man. Ranko Tendo, that's my name. I don't think anyone can mistake that to be Chinese unless they're that thick in the skull." Extending a hand across the booth, the cheerful pseudo-girl made her acquaintance the only way she knew how.
edited 28th Apr '17 7:05:37 PM by Makaioh
Industrial Area - Portal
“You need to talk to the Japanese? Alright, I’ll let them know.” While his partner kept watch over both Mio and the surrounding area, the soldier lifted a radio and notified his superiors about what Mio was requesting. “They're sending a police escort, should be here soon enough. Things turned out alright on your end, I'm guessing?”
Homura’s Room
Homura stood silently as the being wearing the Madoka mask laid out its intentions for her. Again, if nothing else at least this thing was more straightforward than the Incubators.
Her eyes shifted around the room slightly, passing across the neatly- arranged futon that Oriko had been sleeping in the last two nights before returning to the being. If he had hoped to put the fear of God into her by threatening Madoka with words more suitable for a gangster...well, he was going to have to try harder.
Homura stared back at the inhuman grin before responding with four words, “So why haven't you?” Much as she was loathe to admit it, from her current position and the screwing by the Cure with her normal powers his words resonated - she didn't have another opportunity to try again. That meant she couldn't just play it safe - risks would be necessary, like her question. Intelligent risks, hopefully, but only with hindsight can that be determined.
Before the wish was granted, Asgore grew steadily more aware of some uncomfortable looks he was getting. It occurred to him that Toriel's words had planted some suspicious thoughts in the minds of onlookers. Maybe bringing the ex-wife who detested him to the Common Room wasn't the best choice for future diplomatic relations. In the meantime, Dracula and his wife approached the two.
"Oh!" Toriel glanced with surprise over to Lisa, "Well...thank you for clearing that up, sir."
"Toriel, this is Count Dracula, he rules the chunk known as Castlevania. Dracula, this...is my former wife, Toriel."
"Delighted to meet you both," said Toriel with a slight curtsey, and one final glance at Lisa. But there was no time for pleasantries. Now, dark energy swirled in the air, and the next moment, a child appeared before the royal couple.
The child wore a shirt of green and yellow with a mop of brown hair, and stood with their back turned to the world, head bowed. A moment of silence passed. The child looked around. The child flexed their fingers. The child chuckled, then turned...and smiled up at the royal pair.
"Hi, mom. Hi, dad," said the fallen child.
"Chara!" Asgore rushed over, and hoisted Chara up into his arm. "You're back at last! How are you feeling, child?"
"I feel...oddly alive," said Chara, "Why is that, dad?"
"Oh, we'll have plenty of time to talk about that together. For now, we'd best get you home soon. You see, Toriel? Here they are, back again, safe and sound at last!"
Toriel wasn't entirely sure what she'd just seen. Chara certainly looked real...so had Lisa, for that matter. Chara seemed a little spaced-out, but they'd always been a little too formal in their speech. But it just seemed so...so strange, to think that they were really still here...it still didn't quite seem real, even in such a strange environment.
Toriel looked to Wonder Woman, then looked back at Asgore, who was starting to look quite anxious. Finally, she sighed, and said to the princess, "It's a long, sad story, I'm afraid. Suffice it to say, our land hasn't always been on such good terms with the surface. Humans committed terrible acts against monsters, and some monsters chose to react in kind." The 'some' in that sentence came out a little more forcefully than intended. "But...King Asgore seems committed to starting afresh in this new world, and mending bridges with humanity. I would...hope to see this come to pass." She made eye contact with Chara, and a small smile crept on her face. "...One can never hope too much for the best."
Eosians 4 - Common Room -> Genosha
"Thanks! See you later!"
Iris handed over a 1000 gil note to Ixia, the going rate in Eos, then picked up her potions and said goodbye. By the sound of things, it was time for departure.
A large black convertible car
rolled out from the group's rooms, rolling slowly through the Common Room and over to the table in the middle. Cindy waved to Luna from the driver's seat.
"We all ready to go?"
"Yes, I think so."
Iris and Luna got into the back two seats, Iris stashing away the newly procured potions.
"So, where are we going?"
"Genosha," Luna replied to Iris. "I have to say, this is rather exciting."
"Yeah! I mean, if we've been kidnapped by a mad god to fight other people, we should at least get some sightseeing in first!"
"Let's go then, driver."
"Keep an eye out, bodyguard."
"Are we really gonna be alright?" thought Luna to herself, as the car carrying the four drove through the Genosha portal.
Potion Shop - Yoshika
"Our Chunk? Uhm..."
Yoshika paused to think about it, as she counted out a couple of five-pound notes and handed them over.
"I suppose it's Britannian Pounds. That's what we get paid in."
Castlevania - Erica
"Ah, yeah, that makes sense. We've got ours under pretty heavy protection too."
Or, you know, at least some soldiers with guns were keeping a lookout.
"Thanks for your help, lady. I'm Erica, by the way. Flying Officer Erica Hartmann. What's your name?"
Universal Exports - Lynette
"I am Flight Sergeant Lynette Bishop, Mr. Bond."
The young pilot realized she was still saluting, and stood at ease.
"Thank you, Mr. Bond. The Commander will be pleased. Please, come this way, and we will arrange a Meeting Room."
She turned around to leave, looking back to make sure he was following.
Join us in our quest to play all RPG video games! Moving on to disc 2 of Grandia!
Simple. Nyarly said before suddenly vanishing, reappearing behind Homura, now sitting on her bed. The girl is a weakness you have allowed yourself. In binding yourself so tightly to her fate, you weaken yourself. And now I intend to use that weakness. For the moment, Madoka will remain unharmed. However, at times, I may have particular tasks I require you preform. These tasks might not align with your own mortal morality, they may go against your better self interest, they might require you preform any number of reprehensible acts. But preform them you will, least I destroy that which you value most.
And this will not come without benefits to you. You have an enemy in the form of the child god, that which calls itself "The Cure". An enemy which you know nothing about, save that he is all powerful and demands entertainment. Preform well enough, go beyond my expectations when I approach you, and I may be convinced to divulge information about this being you now face. In the face of an unknown threat, information is everything, don't you agree?
Of course, you could just tell me no right now, and discard the bond that has weakened you so. Allow her to meet her fate, as she has so many times before. You will never see or hear from me again, and you would rid yourself of a problematic weakness. For even if you agree to my offer, this will not stop others from finding out about this girl and her connection to you down the line, should they look closely enough into the matter. What say you?
The poor guard screamed in pain and outrage as he was struck between the legs, falling to the ground before being knocked out by the face stomp. The spear, meanwhile, struck the rifle right before the guard fired, doing enough damage for it to be unfirable for the moment. Snarling, said guard chucked the rifle at Jack's head.
"Kill Earthrealmer!"
The other guard with the spear moved in, this one being more careful, jabbing with the spear at range (This spear was about 7 feet long) while the other two unarmed guards tried to use this distraction to begin circling around behind Jack.
By silent, unanimous consent, the various members of the Phantom Thieves remained silent as they reentered the cafe, taking seats around the ground floor as it began to sink in that this was, in fact, happening, and not some weird dream or something. Joker took it upon himself to make breakfast for the others, and soon enough a plate of curry was placed in front of each of them, apart from Yusuke, who was now on his second bowl of noodles. He walked over to the coffee beans as the others broke the silence.
"Guys." Ryuji said, sounding unnaturally reserved. "Is....is this shit for real? Did we seriously get kidnapped by some all powerful asshole who wants us to fight and kill each other?"
"That seems to be the the case." Morgana said.
"But....we're just a bunch of teenagers! This is nuts! 3 months ago, I'd have thought you were insane if you told me this was going to happen!"
"Imagine how Makoto feels." Ann pointed out, causing both to look over at the newest member of the team.
"Focusing on the past won't get us anywhere." She said. "We need to focus on the present. Like it or not, none of us are normal teenagers, not since we awoke to our Personas. That's part of why this happened."
Over the next few minutes, Makoto laid out all of the basic information that Mitsuru had given her to the rest of the group.
"So....what you're saying is, he just wants us to....do stuff? Just, like....anything?" Ryuji asked.
"According to my information, yes. I imagine that each of these groups in the hallway have different skills, different powers. It seems likely that he brought each of them in, having some idea of what they will do if left to their own devices. I find it likely that our kidnapper expects us to continue to operate as the Phantom Thieves."
Yusuke, due to having a bunch of food in his mouth, rose his hand. "But woulden't that-Mhhh"
"Ewww, don't talk with your mouth full, Yusuke!" Ann complained.
He took a moment to finish the food in his mouth. "My apologies. But wouldn't that just play into his hands?"
"There's no denying that." Makoto agreed, nodding. "But you heard what he said. If we don't play this sickening game, he'll drag everyone we know into it."
This caused another moment of silence as everyone quietly agreed with Makoto's reasoning
"There's probably lots of people we can target for a change of heart." Morgana said. "And that means lots of treasure!"
"Hey, that reminds me, we still have that briefcase, right? Did you sell it yet, Ryuji?"
"Na, was going to do that this morning, but, well...."
"Looks like we'll have to put off the welcoming party again." Ann said.
"But....my sushi!" Morgana whined.
"it's quite alright." Makoto said. "For now, we should keep that case. It could come in handy if we need to barter with someone who does not take Yen. Our first priority should be in identifying potential targets."
"Well, why not go right for the top?" Ryuji asked. "This Cure guy probably has a palace, right, if we change his heart, he'll probably send everyone home."
Ryuji proceeded to pull out his phone and hit the nav app the team had made extensive use of in their operations. Then, a female voice came out of the phone.
"Please note, the function of this app has changed." This announcement caused sudden shocked looks toward the phone. "Due to the lack of a metaverse on this world, this app will now enable users to transition between their battle forms and normal clothing. Thank you for your continued service."
Yet another moment of shocked silence passed, and even Yusuke stopped eating as the implications sunk in
"Bullshit!" Ryuji yelled, punching the table.
"This is a grave matter indeed." Yusuke agreed.
"But...how are we going to keep being Phantom Thieves if we can't steal people's hearts?" Ann asked.
'Are we screwed?"
It was at this point that Joker walked over to the table from behind the counter, setting cups of coffee in front of each of them.
"No." He said to Ryuji with a stern resolve in his voice. "We keep going. We'll find a way"
"Yes." Makoto agreed. "Our methods will need to change, but our goal remains the same. We'll act as "Allies of Justice", target the evil, the corrupt and unjust, and make them change their ways or see them brought to justice for their crimes. Agreed?"
There was a swift nodding of heads across the room.
"So....what now?" Ryuji asked.
"First, as I said, we need to find a target. For the moment, no one really knows who we are and what we can do. The longer this is the case, the better. So I propose we take our time, gather information of the important people on this world, and then we'll figure out who a suitable first target is. I met an....interesting source of information out in that room who I asked to come and speak with us directly. She should be here soon. We'll start with speaking with her, then move from there."
"That's all fine..." Ann said "...but can we get out of these thieves outfits? I still can't believe I wore this thing in public..."
"That's....a good idea." Makoto said as everyone pulled out their phones and switched back to their normal clothing, while Morgana suddenly turned into an actual cat in a puff of smoke.
edited 29th Apr '17 1:16:39 PM by Meanken
Common Room: Catching Up on All the Gossip
The notebook thinned with collected data. Nishijima scrawled page to page with anything and everything he deemed worthy of the ink:
- Count Dracula's wife (human, fair skin, blonde hair, >40 years) may be infected. Treatment may prove beneficial. Potential partnership with Castlevania.
- Amazons have appeared. Mythos lines blurred: Artemis, Diana, Circe, possess similar traits to tales, but are mortal(?) women. Particularly hostile, but chivalrous. Likely alliance with Folkstone, given proximity and matriarchal culture. Avoid sending male delegates.
- 'Fire Nation' boasts largest navy on planet. Garb looks primitive—Pre-Boxer Rebellion, at best. Boast seems null with Industrial Era tech, but monitor CR interactions: Imperialism = eager business partner.
- Underground King (& Queen?) claim power to harness human souls; provides god-like abilities. Repentant of act, wastes wish on sentiment. Unlikely to share means of harnessing this power. Otherwise unremarkable.
There were a few other notes on the new geography, and one or two about The Cure's mannerisms, but Nishijima jumped those around the politics unwinding before him.
As for the ugly potion stand in the corner, the samurai, the various masked/oddly dressed teenagers, the man with the eye patch, the newcomers lurking by the corridor, and the other half-dozen or so clowns, he wrote nothing. Judging from their appearances and the few words he happened to pick up, they had nothing to offer PANDORA. Nothing he couldn't obtain from a more profitable source, at least.
Just when his thoughts started wandering back to his "associates" back home, one stepped into the Common Room. While still under horrid strain, Misaki Kirihara
held herself with the same strength and confidence she'd always shown on the job. It didn't matter if a space station threatened to destroy the entire planet, or if half her city was infested with a plague without a cure; she couldn't allow that fear to present itself. She was the face of Hell's Gate Tokyo in everything but actual power, though Nishijima knew The Cure could grant her that anytime it chose.
The man that appeared two steps behind her was almost the exact opposite. Yoshimitsu Horai
had taken charge of Tokyo since the city first appeared on Battleworld, almost three days ago to the hour. As the Director of the Public Safety Bureau, nobody questioned his expertise on how to keep the city safe. He was praised for protecting the city from the Galactic Empire, even if he did so by handing Tokyo over without the Syndicate's approval. The public consented with his increasingly strict measures, while his partners in The Syndicate—men like Nishijima—felt like Director Horai was getting reckless. Nishijima had seen the corpse of Agent Raan; it was hard to believe the one-armed man had so much rage in him.
Though looking at him now, it actually wasn't that hard. Where Misaki was clean and collected, Horai was disheveled and a quip away from strangling someone. His hair had fallen out of order, matting around his head where it chose. His beard was growing increasingly unruly, and Nishijima could've sworn there were more grey hairs in it than there were two days ago. The clothes he wore were wrinkled and sagging, as if he hadn't changed out of them since arriving on Battleworld. He had abandoned his blue suit jacket and red neck tie, revealing the light yellow sweat stains under his armpits. Thankfully, the unhinged Director had had the decency to bathe.
Nishijima watched as the strange pair approached the black throne. Since Horai was too busy grinding his teeth in thinly-veiled fury, it was up to Misaki to speak for them.
"I thought you were interested in a fair fight, the Cure." her tone never threatened, even when her leer dared to. "Could you please explain how using biological warfare on civilians seems 'fair' to you?"
"...You're really good with impressions. Has anyone told you that?"
Dang, this guy wasn't very good. The only voice she could ever pull off was her sister's, and even then she couldn't keep up being so gloomy for more than a little bit at a time, but even she could tell his impression was kinda lame. "I know that it can be pretty hard to do that, so keep trying and you'll be able to pull it off without all those pauses!"
She was starting to catch on to how odd and vaguely threatening his speech was, but it was less important than her own questions. Such as...
"So, have you seen Rin? I think you just may have," she asked him rhetorically, smiling. Koishi tried to float on over and sit on the rim of this machine, right next to the brain. "You copied her voice, so of course you've met her, Mr. Machine. What did you think of her, huh? Did you think she was a nice cat?"
- One: Establish an organized guard force of Oni.
- Two: Build a gatehouse around the portal and the entrance to the aboveground.
- Three: Forcibly evict every single resident living in or next to the Deep Road, effective immediately.
Now, filled with a pep in her step that made her drag her feet a little less and stop hunching over so much, Satori walked into the common room just as a few girls in military uniform were driving out in something that could be called a car. Satori barely knew what those looked like nowadays, but she was surprised they couldn't afford a roof.
Cargazing wasn't what she was here for, though. What she wanted was the giant goat-youkai who was going to have the decency of providing tours to people like her, one way or the other.
Satori walked in at around the time Toriel was describing their transgressions against humans with a familiar, decidedly human child at her side. She briefly reached out to see if she could understand more about this...but, Dante's words rang in her head. Satori relented before she could hear any thoughts or memories.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Dremurr, am I interrupting something? I spoke to your son last night, and he said he'd introduce you," Satori said as she sidled up next to the two goats.
edited 29th Apr '17 6:09:49 PM by wikkit
Waving bye to the nice customer and taking hold of a thousand Gil, Ixia's eyebrow quirked up as she compared the number to the comparatively lesser in both quantity and quality potions sold to Joker which had given an amount that was fifteen times bigger. Though it might have been the difference between currency values at work too. Pondering if she had been ripped off for a moment before shoving it to the back of her mind due to the fact that the prior two customers seemed decently honest, the witch eyed yet another different set of printed paper money called "Britannian pounds". At this rate she would be mixing up who uses what as their value!
"Ah... sure. I can deal with this." Muttering under her breath and finally figuring out her plan had a few holes in it, the alchemist slid her potions on over to the girl in question. "Just pay me what you think something that can instantly heal wounds in seconds can amount to I guess. Might have to switch to barter economics after today." Taking out a lollipop from her belt stash, the witch bit into it with slight frustration at having to deal with different legal tender.
Stepping into the Common Room was yet another newcomer, one whose height was decidedly taller than average considering she was an inch away from an even six feet- almost Amazonian as it were if not for the fact that there were real Amazons milling about. Yet even that detail was overshadowed by the sheer hardware she was carrying around in what could only be described as a mobile weapons platform containing several large firearms welded together on a mechanical backpack.
◊ How the woman didn't stagger from the sheer weight of her own impractical looking armaments was a question for the ages, though it was pretty clear that she had literally no problem lugging around that amount of overkill.
"Capensis, where is the client that you've snagged?" Speaking companionably to the now pouting fellow Empyrean, the overly armed woman marched up close to the man while manipulating the design straps to see that everything was in good working order before she willed it away into the technological hammerspace that Gunners had.
"Ehhh, she turned us down after making a decision about going to City 17. Said she couldn't handle my buffoonery so we'll have to hoof it ourselves." Scratching his cheek and shivering from the intensely baleful glares received, the mechanic was rather relieved there the place was a safe zone that didn't let people commit acts of violence.
"A shame. Still, in its own way it'd be easier on us since we don't have to look out for a stranger and can just support each other the regular way." Giving the man a sympathy pat on his shoulder, the imperial guard simply shook her head as she imagined the scenario that had been enough to scare off the foreigner. Much as the man was skilled in the art of science, he was an incredibly bad womanizer that couldn't handle the romantic spectrum all that well. "In any case, let's perform a final weapons check before heading in. Our skills rely greatly on hardware so it pays to be cautious." Nodding at her words, the mechanic continued to tinker away at his keyboard to scan away at the various projects under his control, mind focused on the upcoming exploration and probably armed conflict that may or may not happen.
Vampire Hunter
Dracula, Common Room
When Dracula saw two of the Hell's Gate Tokyo representatives approach the throne of the Cure and confront him about biological warfare, it did not take much for Dracula to put two and two together. After all, Dracula had meant to... discuss that very subject to others in the Common Room. Soon enough, the Lord of Castlevania approached the Cure's throne. There were two chunks that were to Castlevania's immediate north where the green miasma had been seen coming from. As Hell's Gate Tokyo seemed to be confronting the Cure over the miasma, this left one other option.
"Hmm, must be Genosha then," Dracula said as he grabbed his chair and moved it to face the Genosha portal, before slouching in it as he is wought to do with chairs. He was going to have a little... talk with the representative of the chunk who could have harmed his wife with miasma. One could see intense anger on Dracula's face. Someone was going to pay with their life.
Alucard, Common Room
While keeping his eye on his father, Alucard eventually made his way over to Ixia's table to check over what she was selling.
"I'm interested in this," Alucard said as he pulled out a large bag of gold coins. He always knew where his father's treasure room was and noticed that Dracula had gained quite a bit of treasure on Battleworld, apparently. "Tell me, what are you selling?"
Alucard doubted the would-be entrepreneurial witch would have as much selection as the Master Librarian of the Castle, but to have a source of goods outside of his father's realm may be a boon for him.
Grant & Trevor, DMC Room
Both Trevor and Grant entered the room, and Dante discussed giving his wish to Trevor. Grant ended up speaking up first, while Trevor ended up deep in thought about Dante's proposal.
"Yeah, Alucard told us that Drac used his first wish to bring his wife, Alucard's mother, back," Grant explained to the DMC Crew. "That's made things... complicated for us, since she's an innocent who's apparently the only person who kept Dracula in check."
"...I think I shall use this wish," Trevor eventually said to Dante. "What we need is a blade to that can destroy evil like my Vampire Killer... A secret weapon that could be used to topple Dracula."
"Dracula knows what I am, and he knows my allies, but I want something on hand that he doesn't know which I could use against him and hopefully against other adversaries as well," Trevor closed the door to the DMC room and raised his voice. "The Cure, Dante has given his wish to me, and I shall make it right here and right now!"
"I wish that I had the blade to banish all evil!" Trevor exclaimed, not knowing that the phrase he uttered had only one specific meaning in his own world.
Axe Armors, Castlevania
"...Brande," The Old Axe Armor replied to Erica, but added to clarify that she is an Axe Armor to be treated with respect. "Sir Brande of Wallachia."
Amazons, Landing In The Forest of Silence
First, the Amazons would notice that the peninsula was blanketed in magically-induced night which thankfully seemed to be limited to the peninsula. Second, they would notice the green fog that seemed to blanket the area, but a green mist seemed to be a prevailing feature for Battleworld as a whole right now, so it was likely not Castlevania's doing. If any of them looked up, they would see a few indistinct figures fly through the sky past them... However, those figures would soon stop and three of them would turn around. Eventually, three women on brooms landed and began walking over to the three Amazons, brooms in hand. The woman in front was the one to speak.
"My name is Salome, and I am honored to welcome you to Castlevania!" Salome nodded to the three Amazons. "Yes, we know of the famed Amazons of Themiscyra... we know that many creatures from Classical mythology are real, so it is easy to assume that the Amazons would also be real."
"In fact, a number of those very creatures roam the land here, so we want to guide you through the forest safely," Salome warned the Amazons. "We would not want you being attacked by a stray Medusa Head, after all."
edited 2nd May '17 2:26:36 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
The Cure turned to glare at Misaki "Had I wished to attack your pathetic city, you would not have had the chance to come here and complain, for I would have reduced it to ashes in an instant." The Cure's voice took on a more menacing tone as he was clearly becoming angry. "But your presence here saves me the trouble of contacting you in other methods."
"Twice now, I have been forced to remove troublesome individuals from the role of representative of your people. I tire of this charade. I have decided, after consideration, that you, Misaki Kirihara, will be the third, and last representative of your people. Should I be forced to remove you from this post as well, for any reason, then I will personally ensure that there is no need for a forth representative."
The Cure leaned back in his chair as he spoke to both Misaki. "I deeply advise you think before you dare make accusations of me again. Next time, I will not be so forgiving."
Without any comment, he raised his hand, and dark energy surrounded it for a moment as he summoned the "requested" individual into the Devil May Cry office.
"Do I make myself clear to you?" He asked as he lowered his hand.
edited 30th Apr '17 12:12:29 AM by Meanken
Did you know this section has a character limit?
Bond - Universal Exports Room -> Common Room
Bond followed the Flight Sergeant into the elevator, himself soon followed by Q, who carried a trio of tripods under one arm and a camera bag in another. As soon as the elevator reached the Common Hallway, Q left the pair, hurrying off down towards the Common Room.
"So, Flight Sergeant Bishop... any inkling on what the Wing Commander wants with me?"
Q - Common Room
If anyone was actually paying attention (so far, no one really had), they would see the bushy-haired figure of Q enter the Common Room. After looking across the room, he walked straight for a certain yet uninteresting spot in the room, directly across from Bond's chair.
There, he set up one of the tripods he was carrying, and took a non-descript camera from the camera bag, before placing it atop the tripod and turning it on.
He then went and did the same thing a second time, this time pointing the camera down the Common Hallway, to record what happened there.
He also swapped out the camera set up on Bond's chair. The obvious difference between the two was the larger battery on the newer one.
If anyone was monitoring the signals in the Common Room, they'd see one lightly-encrypted datastream die out, and three heavily-encrypted ones start up.
Assuming he went unmolested, Q would then make his way towards the hallway, fully intent on returning to the safety of his room, before something caught his eye.
"...healing potions?" The young man asked Ixia, staring at the alchemical laboratory.
edited 30th Apr '17 10:50:56 AM by GeekCodeRed
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
huzzaaaaaaaah
As Shijima did his little display of foolishness, Greed grabbed his vest, shooing one of the girls who had been sitting on top of him. "I liked your company, girls, which is why I'm giving all four of you a head start." He muttered, glancing at them from behind his glasses, putting on his vest with a cool demeanor before walking closer to Shijima. He didn't laugh at his stupid little pratfall or his attempt at a fighter's pose (when you got to be as old as Greed, poses and stances mattered little to nothing), so instead he simply grabbed a toothpick, flicked a piece of olive from his teeth and started idly chewing on the poor little piece of wood.
"Let me break down what's gonna happen now, kid." Greed said, using the chewed-on toothpick as a way to emphasize every odd word or so. "I've been watching you for, what, two hours now? I've seen you snort and drink just about every conceivable form of drug and/or alcohol, sometimes in incredibly dangerous ways. And you never did the things actual customers do. You never got accosted by a waiter, or had to put up a check or some shit like that. In fact, the people around you just let you do whatever you wanted, and I swear those security guards by the entrance made a point out of not bothering you at all."
Greed threw the toothpick away and brushed his hair back a little, unable to keep a satisfied smirk off his face. "Which can mean one of two things. Maybe you're just a really rich kid whose parents didn't give you enough attention, so you waste all their cash on this club, and as a result, you're one of their most valuable customers. Or maybe you actually know the people running this place, which is why you got some dough in your pocket and can ask for just about anything that's in or off the menu. In both cases, you got something I really want: information." He spread out his arms, grinning.
"You see, kid, there's a new boss in town: me. And I'm gonna turn this shitty old club into the hub of this town. Every single person in this place is gonna eat out of my hand, and my subordinates are gonna live a life of luxury, riches, and endless fun. They're gonna walk into every place in this town, and people are either gonna crap their pants or beg for just an inch of their glory. I'm going to turn this town into Hell itself if I need to, and guess what, I'm the fucking Devil!"
Greed raised his left fist and watched, as the Ultimate Shield slowly covered his hand, turning his soft-looking lean fingers into sharp little knives, which he promptly used to slice the little table carrying his drinks into four pieces like they were made of paper. "What's it gonna be, kid? Do you wanna die, or do you wanna live and thrive under my command?"
edited 30th Apr '17 8:46:07 AM by Stratofarius
Vampire Hunter
Trevor, Grant, and ???, DMC Room
For a moment, there was nothing, but then dark energy coalesced within the room eventually forming into... a woman.
◊ The woman who was now in the room had absolutely no reaction to being brought here. Both Grant, and especially Trevor looked completely confused at what happened.
"Confodere," The woman summoned an ethereal crimson-colored rapier in her left hand ready to fight her way out. As she was about to attack Trevor, he pulled out the Vampire Killer. As the woman saw the whip, she immediately stopped and dispelled her rapier.
"That whip..." The woman said without any emotion. "You are of the Belmont Clan?"
"Yes, I'm Trevor Belmont," Trevor replied, still quite confused. "Who exactly are you?"
"...Shanoa of the Order of Ecclesia," Shanoa stated as a fact and looked around the room. Both Trevor and Grant shrugged confused as Shanoa focused on Lady or more specifically, her weaponry. After all, Despite her memory loss, Shanoa at the very least knew what a gun was, but Lady's own weaponry was more than a century ahead of the flintlocks she knew in her time.
"This is not a normal situation, is it then?" Shanoa asked the people in the room.
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Eyebrows were raised around the room as a woman was summoned. Before anyone could comment, she summoned a blade. Dante leaned up off his chair, about to yell for her to stop, while Lady took a quiet step backward, lowering her profile as she reached behind her for a gun. Luckily, the woman stopped suddenly, and both of them returned to their former positions. As the woman spoke, Lady could not help but feel mildly unnerved by the pure lack of any kind of emotion the woman seemed to have, almost as if she was a robot. Dante, meanwhile, scratched the back of his head.
"Er, well, long story short, some demon god or something kidnapped us and a bunch of other people because he's an asshole, and apparently gets bored easily enough that he needs random people to fight each other to get his kicks. This guy lets people ask for things if they make him happy. The kid over there, Trevor, he just got done asking for a weapon or something to fight Dracula. Ya, that Dracula. Not really sure why you got summoned when he asked for that. Maybe the guy misheard "blade" as "babe"?"
This comment earned a sigh from Lady. "Only you would say something like that. Anyway, the guy who thinks he's a comedian is Dante, I'm Lady, and that's Trish over there." She said as she pointed at Trish.
"Hey. Nice dress." She said with a lazy wave.
"You think that Cure guy does refunds? Maybe he's got a complaint box we can use?" Dante asked.
"You're still not funny." Lady said, waging a finger at him.
edited 30th Apr '17 5:01:46 PM by Meanken
The Grand Re-Vizier
Well, this was hardly ideal. Rather than backing down as he'd hoped, the guards chose to surround Jack on both sides and the remaining spearman came at him much more cautiously. Clearly, it was time to convince them that they were hopelessly outmatched.
Jack leaped into the air, kicking off of the spear as it was jabbed toward him. He aimed to wrap his legs around the Tarkatan spearman's head midflight, then jab him in the eyes with both hands mantis-style before spinning to whirl the guard and spear into the others around them. A highly advanced, flashy maneuver and a variant combination of Mantis Kung Fu and Jujitsu's Kani Basami: Tobi Kubi Nage
Jack would have to go into a roll to absorb the recoil of hitting the ground, but he came up alert and ready for whoever was left standing.
edited 30th Apr '17 5:19:23 PM by Dblade26
Seeing even more customers coming (with one of them paying in good old gold coins given the sound), Ixia perked up and swept the problem of different currencies under the rug for the moment. "Right now, we only have health and mana/stamina restoring potions on stock, along with a few consumables such as bladed boomerangs or the thundertree nuts which release a powerful thunderous flash once thrown at the ground with sufficient force. Give me a day or two though and I'll be able to craft a few more of my various specialties such as Lava Potion #9. If you bring me any interesting ingredients though, i might even be able to craft custom works for you.~"
Staring at the scientist beside Tall, Pale, and Handsome, the Witch gave a slight nod before once more cutting her hand with a keen blade before dabbing at the liberally bleeding cut with a cotton swab of soaked health pot, showing the visibly healing and knitting tissues to Q with a slight wince. "Yes, they're crafted from the finest of ingredients to supply the necessary energies to an injured body to heal wounds below the level of crushed bones, pulped organs, and severed limbs, inciting slightly elevated blood production and clotting along with cellular regeneration. There's also a strong antiseptic effect too to prevent infection." Laying on the talk while still being honest, the witch displayed a smile reminiscent of a cat that ate the canary. "They're not miracle workers but they can save lives quite easily, I must say."
One Brunch Man
Day 3
Ikebukuro Sniper Nest
Sloan's breath caught in his chest as he watched Ruby disappear into the gout of flame, her reassurance ringing hollowly in his ears while his mind went blank. No... It can't happen like this, so fast... she was so young...! The only thing left on the field of green was the man responsible, and Sloan angrily took a knee, prepared to give away his position for the slightest chance of killing the man while he was busy murdering his new друг. Call me the woodsman, because I am going to chop this man in—!
Just then, a familiar black-coated form emerged from the gout like a trout swimming up a waterfall, landing a decisive blow on their opponent's jetpack that sent the man reeling and Sloan jerking up in surprise. Untethered glee spread across his features as his scope turned from his comrade to the rolling man, waiting for him to stop. "Like I was saying, it is in nature of flowers to be catching insects!" Sloan said to the Huntress, squinting his eye shallowly at Fett through the scope. "But it is the nature of Elephants," He tickled the trigger as the other man's momentum slowed, "to trample."
Fett came to a stop, and Sloan fired.
The gun, Sloan, and particularly Ruby's cape all shook with the force of the reverberation, the latter flapping out behind the grey-haired Russian in a show of red that mirrored the muzzle flash in front of him. With a shattering crack! of displaced air, the bullet would soar toward the hunter's position, attempting to rip through him with the bullet's sheer mass—and if that didn't work, hit him with the aftershock of the bullet's explosion.
Ikebukuro Raira Academy—First Floor Hallways
Vorona paused for a moment, as if thinking over the Huntress's words, before leaning forward and smashing her foot through the Commander's head-by-proxy. "Agree to disagree." She said with a flip of her golden hair, before securing it back underneath her helmet. Reestablishing her grip on her rifle, she keyed in to the frantic communications still burning across the airwaves, before nodding her head "This building has clearly been infested with rebels," she said, a note of sarcasm juuuuust audible below her normal deadpan delivery, "and it is clearly too dangerous to leave the important payload within the school's walls. So, I will volunteer to escort the students off of the campus."
Peering around a nearby corner, Vorona continued speaking to the Huntress. "With you among the students, the chances of success increase incrementally, and it will certainly be faster. But do not let me tell you what to do. I have inkling you are not so inclined to listen." Rather than the cold hostility of earlier, this comment had almost the workings of a playful dig, though it was difficult to tell with the helmet concealing the blonde assassin's features.
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Eternal Princess
"DOCTOR"
The machine corrected the flying girl now sitting on his head. He did not get a PHD to be called Mr Robot.
"SURPRISED GASP - A CAT YOU SAY - QUESTION MARK - YOUR STATEMENT IS ILLOGICAL - OF ALL RECORDED FELINE SPECIES NONE POSSESS THE NECESSARY VOCAL HARDWARE TO REPLICATE HUMAN SPEECH - OF THE 4035 RECORDED BANK ACCOUNTS BELONGING TO CATS - ONLY FOUR POSSES THE NECESSARY FUNDS TO FULFILL THE DEMANDS OF THE CONTRACT - NONE NAMED RIN"
The machine considered this turn of events. Had his hardware still allow it, a devilish grin may have formed on his face.
"ASSUMING YOUR STATEMENT EQUALS TRUE - ONE CAN CONCLUDE THAT AS A CAT RIN WILL BE UNABLE TO FULFILL HER HALF OF THE CONTRACT - THUS MAKING ALL CONDITIONS ASSOCIATED WITH SAID CONTRACT NULL AND VOID"
The machine began to quiver as some internal engine turned on.
"NO NEED TO ADHERE TO SUCH LIMITING RESTRICTIONS THEN - DO YOU NOT CONCUR - QUESTION MARK"
"For real? That's fucking awesome!"
The Japanese young man listen and watched the girl with great interest as she told her tale and displayed her abilities as a martial artist.
"That is some straight up Bruce Lee shit right there with a tale right out of Killer Fist 7. You ever think about doing kung fu films with your moves? Been trying to get a project off the ground. Don't got a script yet. Budget ain't nothing but whats in my wallet. But if I can get the talent, everything else follows after that. From what I seen, Battleworld has too many bad ass mother fuckers and gorgeous locals not to make a kung fu film. Think about it, we can make our very own Killer Fist 8"
When the girl extended her hand, the Japanese man happily took it. He wrapped his thumb around hers before sliding their palms together , hooking their fingers, and doing a single shake, and ending in a fist bump.
"You're alright yourself girl. Names MASK de Uh."
With his free hand, MASK reached for his heart. Ever since inhaling that smog shit he had been feeling kinda ill. His skin felt on fire. At first he thought it was the two for one dollar tacos he got from Taco Twins, but this was starting to seem like something serious. His skin morphed, taking on a translucent tone, one that did not translate to his attire. What was left appeared as a floating set of clothes. Between his mask, glasses, cap, fingerless gloves, and other clothes, it was pretty easy to see his outline even invisible.
Taking a moment to get his bearings, he noticed the change he went through and came to the logical conclusion.
"Damn! I'm fucking dead. Can you believe this shit?"
How do you kill that which has no life?
Universal Exports Room
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!So, Folkestone's Wing Commander was asking to meet him. More than likely, this had something to do with the proposal of alliance she had made yesterday. Of course, when she'd done that, she'd smiled at his name. Given that his reputation rarely preceded him, that wasn't the best of news.
Or maybe she wanted to dress him down for stripping in front of one her me- women. Girls, really, he hadn't seen any he was sure was an adult. Perhaps the Commander, but even then it was a fine line.
"I'm sure my assistant can clear my morning appointments." Bond joked, gesturing at the seated form of Q, who rolled his eyes and muttered something inaudible under his breath.
"Lead on..." Bond pushed off from Q's desk, and set his cup of coffee down before moving towards Lynette. "I'm afraid I don't have your name and rank. How should I refer to you?"