Toriel - The Van
The queen backed off because of Lady's not-so-subtle warning about her kind and went to the back. The fact that a gun was pointed at her general direction didn't help matters. She already preferred the killer machine's company over hers, but hopefully, the situation will be ironed out as soon as everybody's together. And alive, that as well.
"I treasure every day with you, darling." "No need to be so sappy, love." "You know that's how she is, Nia." - AU!Pyra, Nia, Mythra
Lucha Libre goddess
''Team '4’’’ —Cliff. Demonic apology
As Mary was waiting in the van's door, for Foxrot and Scott to get in the van, She noticed her old ally Seija being there.
She took a deep breath and, with her eyes half closed,Mary spoke to her. "What I did back then—I guess I was so scared to be left alone all over again— I..I lashed it on you." She looked up, but then she closed her eyes trying to forget.
"But that's no excuse— I could've hurt you. I own my sin. I just wanted you to know, for all it's worth—I'm sorry." She didn't dare to look her at the eyes.
edited 25th Oct '16 2:05:33 PM by FallenLegend
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
Reimu - Team 1
Well, that was convenient. Reimu had just been forced to reload the machine gun, leaving the empty canister of large-caliber rounds behind in the rubble, when she picked up on the movements on the others on her team. Scott was waving like a lunatic and Tali was sending up a flare, so Reimu deduced that the other team had the...vehicle or whatever it was. If that meant they were getting out of this warzone, it wasn't a moment too soon. After finishing reloading her machine gun, Reimu tried to join up with the others, ready to gun down any local soldiers who felt like stopping their getaway.
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Annoyed Mode: ON
Taking advantage of the fact that her throat was no longer being constricted by some roaring monstrosity, Elesis picked her blade back up from where she had put it, and made her way to the back of the truck, in a quest for a place where she could recover from her wounds; although not before she gave Lady a moderately annoyed look.
For some reason the vehicle seemed to be far more ample inside than outside, seeing that so many people had so far been able to fit inside, and some of them were not even in sight. Although that could be also be attributed to the fact that she had her back turned to them.
In the end, she stopped some distance away and simply sat on the ground, resting her back against the wall. The blood on her slowly started to flow, uncovering most of her body and clothes as it made its way towards her injuries. It soon became more evident not only that she was actually covered in cuts and bruises, but also that they were all slowly closing.
She put on a warm smile, and said "Hey, hey, look me in the eye." Hoping that her friend's gaze would meet hers, she calmly said "I just wanna say, that if our positions were reversed...if I was the one on the cliff, holding the gun?" Seija paused...
...and her smile quickly went from warm to shiteating as she concluded "I wouldn't have missed!"
Calamity is a housewife
Team 3
"Heroes, eh?"
How nice, Jack-O' thought, that there would be a bona fide world of superheroes successfully keeping the peace of the world, and a world where they could even unite with their enemies against a common foe. A world where ideals and justice won out every time.
A simple world, a simple life.
"But my world isn't like that. Even so, we have to play the cards we're dealt with, right Rock?"
""Go go go!"
A voice yelled. Jack-O's attention snapped towards the chopper they were to board.
"Anyway, we'd better get moving."
A few moments later, and they were flying high above the battlefield, the sounds of war all too familiar to the bounty hunter ringing all around them. She silently prayed that the other teams were alright.
Sure enough, a white van came into view. And it was being tailed by all three armies. By all standards, whoever was in that van was in a bit of a pickle.
Which meant the other teams were most certainly not alright.
"Will, do you have a plan for us? Coz I don't mind coming up with one of my own."
She whispered to the air.
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Van
Reluctantly, Delta pulled her faceplate away from the magical television device in order to turn her helmeted visage in Lady's direction.She pointed at herself, then at the wheel Lady was behind, punctuating it with a quick "GRAAGHGHGHGHG".
Screw the Lion!
"Right," Rock answered Jack-O', and then they were called to board the helicopter. He sat across from Jack-O' as the chopper lifted out into the air. Soon, he was able to get a clear view out of the window a single, lone white van being chased by all three armies.
Must be the mobile base, the robot master thought. He heard Jack-O' silently whisper to Will. However, Rock already had a plan in case Will could not come up with one. Though the plan was really stupid and hinged on whether or not Walker could help him out, but Rock was used to going along with really stupid plans in the past......
"Well before, I did it with reckless abandon. Now I can't control myself!" ~ Jesse Cox, 2014
"Whoa, hey now... take a deep breath and try to er... get your jimmies less rustled there, Lassie." Will spoke with exaggerated and theatrical hand movements, his shadowy face all but sporting what was probably a wince or a really uneasy smile in the gloom of his office. "Anyways, I got the solution to your problem for now since you've breached access into the truck proper. A program will be uploaded into the truck that'll take over the thing's autopilot and guide it near the stragglers outside so you can... er... mouth off against your teammates some more without actually killing them via road rage."
On that particular note, another loading screen would appear and soon words proclaiming Autopilot. Lady would notice that the truck would be driving on its own and in a fairly acceptable pattern as it headed towards Team 1 after the brief pick up time reserved for Foxtrot and Mary to get on board. With the screech of burning rubber, the vehicle rocketed towards Team 1 at breakneck speeds even as Bastion managed to hijack the rampaging unicorn's programming after a half minute of wild rodeo shenanigans. Of course, due to the time it took to actually tame the mechanical beast, the mount's speed had lagged enough that he was within aiming distance for the jeeps behind him, turret guns playing connect the dot on the ground as it angled towards the droid's general location.
"Child, you are hurt. Not just in body but in spirit." Coming to a respectful stop a few feet before Elesis, the priest gave her a lookover before drawing the sign of the cross on his chest and closing his eyes, a palm held out in her general direction that was soon filled with holy golden light. "I won't say anything about us not being any future danger since it seems we are to experience mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but I can guarantee that it shall be much harder to kill any of the group while I am about, you included." The healing magic would flow on over towards the woman in an attempt to speed up her slowly healing wounds to even more extreme lengths. Not saying anything else since he was a man that wasn't prone to fancy speeches and the fact that Elesis probably wouldn't enjoy any preaching, Jeda continued to heal the woman in companionable silence while gazing towards the more rambunctious cockpit with a bit of annoyance.
Those near the artillery truck would find that the van would drive into a wide curve before drifting their way, its wheels digging hard into the rocky road and sending up a rather wide-ranging dust based smokescreen that caused havoc to descend on the first waves of pursuers behind it. The thing finally slowing to a complete stop a foot away from hitting Scott, Team 1 would find that a door in the middle of the truck would open seamlessly and let them enter its bigger on the inside interior. When everyone was on, the tuck would take off once again though its brief stoppage would let a few pursuers close in on it, what looked like rather blocky motorcycles revving towards the reunited group in a formation that constantly swerved to and fro to discourage easy shooting while machine pistols blazed and repeatedly ate away at the shielding with its rapid fire shots, the gauge decreasing by about one-fifth from the tanked damage.
Jack-O would hear the whisper of Will's instructions, just loud enough to pick out but quiet enough that no one else would be able to hear. "The transport will probably make its way directly above the truck sooner or later, where they'll attempt to air drop soldiers down to latch onto the thing and infiltrate it. Your moment of opportunity should come about that time, when there'll be a few clusters of units having tunnel vision. Disable the surrounding helivehicles and then make your way down after shedding your illusion and the truck should open up its roof hatch to allow you access. Be careful though since this'll give you away so try to get as close to the truck as possible before causing havoc." True to Will's words, there was a formation of flying transports that slowly began to encircle and then tighten around the truck that had briefly stopped, getting ready to box in the target.
edited 26th Oct '16 7:19:55 PM by Makaioh
Glory to Arachnos
To say the scene Foxtrot was near is a massacre would be an understatement.
There were corpses split in half, some of those who were vivisected were even still alive in what would be some very long moments of painful misery before they died, other corpses there wasn't even nothing left as the mooks were lifiquied to a red mist, leaving nothing but their weapons and blood behind. The only one who wasn't torn apart painfully was the last mook who was kicked, and even then, the speed and strength of the kick snapped the mook's neck. The result of this meant that Foxtrot's armor was covered head to toe from blood, the Replica wiping the blood stuck in his helmet visor as to not let him block his field of view.
Foxtrot glanced over at Mary as she whistled at him, his reflexes running out as time returned to it's normal pace for him, and he stopped being a blur for others. He sprinted inside the van and entered it....though he arrived just in time to see the ensuing argument and fight between the group, and seeing Lady point a weapon at one of his teammates.
"ARE YOU DENSE OR FUCKING RETARDED?! SHOOT THE FUCKING HOSTILES OUTSIDE THE VEHICLE, NOT THE PSYCHICS ON OUR SIDE YOU I-! " Though that was stopped when he heard the sound of gunfire as they picked up a team, Foxtrot noticing that motorcycles were chasing them down.
"'FUCKING FUCK! I'LL GET THE FUCKING HOSTILES" Foxtrot sprinted to one of the windows, pulling out his assault rifle and started firing at the motorcyclists while taking cover. Due to his reflexes recharging, he found it somewhat hard to attempt to get a shot at one of the riders...their death will have to wait for a bit then...
edited 26th Oct '16 8:08:51 PM by Darkomega245
-Spider Lizard Noises-
Scott's eye widened as the careened towards him, before taking a sharp turn and going into a drift that churned up huge amounts of dust. As it tore towards him, the Canadian flinched and covered his head with his arms as he screamed.
When death didn't come for him, he peaked out through a gap in his arms and found himself staring at an open door. He wasted no time getting the fuck in, practically throwing himself through it and inside the van. Standing directly in the way of anyone else trying to get in, he looked around in mild surprise. "Oh wow, it's like that thing from that British show with the aliens."
edited 26th Oct '16 10:22:07 PM by Alleydodger
Calamity is a housewife
Team 3
"Righty-o! We'll get that done real spiffy-like!"
Jack-O' acknowledged, still whispered, and turned to the rest of the still disguised crew.
"We'll be on the move as soon as we're right above the truck. So when that happens, just follow my lead, kay?"
She added with a wink.
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Reimu - From Team 1 to Team Van
"Get a move on!"
Reimu kicked Scott in the back so that he'd stop blocking the entry, then entered. Apparently the truck was bigger on the inside than the outside. Reimu tried not to think about it too hard, trying to focus on current events. There was a bit of a commotion in the driver's seat. She peered past the people to see who was driving, praying to whatever gods were still in effect that the driver was not one of the psychopaths...and saw Seija.
"You!"
It was only the horns and stylish clothing that stopped Reimu from pulling her gun at the person she knew as a dangerous terrorist and wanted criminal. She seemed different from the madwoman Reimu knew, somehow. The last time Reimu had seen Seija, she'd been in rags for one, alhough this one did not look all that more sane. And there was no guarantee that this version was nice, either. However, this was no time for starting (more) troubles at gunpoint. They needed to get out of this part of town fast, and they were still missing too many people. Also, standing still made them a great target.
"Were you followed?" Reimu asked the ones who'd been driving the van.
edited 27th Oct '16 10:01:16 AM by Lemurian
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Screw the Lion!
Looks like his plan still involves jumping out of the chopper, Rock thought, rolling his eyes. The only difference with his plan was that it involved jumping out of a much larger height and navigating through the air in a controlled freefall. Here they just have to wait for the right moment, which was significantly better.
The Robot Master merely nodded to Jack-O' in agreement, ready to go at a moment's notice.
edited 27th Oct '16 1:19:43 PM by UdtheImp
"Well before, I did it with reckless abandon. Now I can't control myself!" ~ Jesse Cox, 2014
Unicorn Rampage
Due to having to deal with being shot at by a lot of different sources after taking control of the unicorn, Bastion immediately programmed the mechanical monoceros to divert all of the power from its weapon system and reroute it towards the shields.
"Warning: Attention vehicle," he said over the comms to the van. "Enemy ground forces incoming. Recommendation: Begin firing. Secondary recommendation: Immediately."
Digging his heels into the sides of the unicorn, he activated its boosters and charged off as fast as the machine could handle away from the jeeps, kicking things off with the biggest jump the mount could do.
Van
Delta assumed that whatever was going to drive the van was similar to the systems that the security bots in Rapture used for navigation. Those were reliable enough, and this vehicle seemed even more advanced. Then again, she had heard rumors of what went on in Minerva's Den....Stepping away from the front of the vehicle, she stepped over to the door and opened it. She placed one gauntlet on the interior, her iron grip tight on the metal to avoid being thrown from the vehicle. With her other, she held it out so that anyone (friendly) that was outside and still needed to get inside would be able to grab onto her hand and she could help them in.
In the meantime, though, she used that free hand to channel her telekinesis plasmid in order to grab whatever large rocks, car pats, or other debris was scattered near their path, and then fling it at high speed at the incoming motorcycles.
Lucha Libre goddess
Mary Bromfield– The Van— One less burden.
Only one worry in her mind delayed her response to Seija.
Mary had held her breath while she was waiting for Foxrot to come. Not becuase the super-soldier needed any help. Rather, because this new Lady made clear that they didn’t have much time. Whith people wanting to kill them just behind their backs, who could blame her?
Suddenly her blurry sight of him was cleared. When he entered the van, she closed her eyes and then she exhaled deeply all the air in her lungs. She then too got, fully inside the van.
Now her full attention was back at the horned girl.
She too didn’t believe how well Seija had took the situation. Her eyes widened after hearing the demon’s girl words. “Guess we both have our bad side.” Mary gave a faint smile. She closed her fist toward her, with the intent to make a fistbump with her. “ Frenemies?” She looked directly at her eyes.
edited 27th Oct '16 1:58:59 PM by FallenLegend
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
A solid kick to Scott's back sent him flailing forward, which turned into an awkward roll as he hit the ground; Coming to a stop on his back. He looked back at the culprit from his spot on the floor, and pointed at them. "Hey, what the hell was that for, lady!? You looking for a fight or something!?"
edited 27th Oct '16 6:07:25 PM by Alleydodger
She might as well, considering her strained relationship with Lady, try and put some distance in between them. Let her cool off. It didn't matter too much that she was a racist asshole. Not at all.
The wonders of technology provided another gift, as another member of the team she hadn't met called over the phone and told them they were being pursued! Terribly important, but she couldn't do much just yet. I mean, maybe, but she needed to head back and poke her head out the rear before she could see what he meant.
In doing so she came across the designated marksman of her team, and the prone form of the designated Canadian of their team. She was confused both internally and externally, but she still answered Reimu's question: "It seems like we're being tailed, yes."
In that brief time in between her distraction and getting back on track, look who had decided to join the party! It was unmistakably the Hakurei Miko in face and voice...but Seija certainly noticed differences as well. In the world she had left, just about everyone in the Rogue Amanojaku Hunting Group* had adopted modern clothing to tail Seija...but none of them had ever taken a gun.
Knowing Reimu, even out of spellcard combat, she could shoot needles and talismans faster than any gun a man could hold. Why would such a person need a stupid manmade thing like that, instead?
And on top of that, she seemed...dour. What she knew of her, she'd get angry over small things but remain composed when she needed it. No matter how many times she had messed with her back when they had first met, she kept coming and barely noticed. Stealing her Ying-Yang Orb made her angrier than trying to kill her. If this Reimu was already acting like this after just fighting some worthless humans, it must've been a very different miko.
That...and if she reacted to a little old amanojaku like that, the Seija of her world must be the life of the party. Shame they wouldn't get to meet!
Seija didn't want to push a confrontation with her just yet, but shot her an amused glance before Mary had given her attention back to Seija. And then...she managed to take it pretty well. How terrible! Ignoring the fact that she mispronounced "enemy", that she was amused by her admitting she would've killed her was odd as hell.
Still...she knew what a fistbump was. Seija returned it with her good arm, and uneasily said "Yeah...I don't get you, but I'll accept the title of enemy."
edited 28th Oct '16 12:11:20 AM by wikkit
Walker - Team 3
Walker had followed the rest of the disguised team into the helivehicle and likewise listened to the plan as he waited for them to get into place. As they came close, Walker considered the plan; he couldn't remember how much of the team could fly so he might have to create a construct and ease the fall. He shifted in his seat, ready to move out as soon as they came over the van.
Lady frowned as Will spoke, feeling the need to clarfy something. "The name's Lady, not Lassie!" Seeing that the truck was now moving on its own, Lady threw up her hands and rose out of the drivers seat, before Foxtrot started yelling and cursing for them to shoot at the enemy.
"Ya, ya, fuck you too, asshole, I'm coming!" She yelled back as she drew an SMG and approached a window. "Just you you know, these bastards are not on our side, they're just waiting for you to let your guard down so they can gut you like a fish!" Lady yelled, appearently giving zero shits about the fact those demons were more then able to hear her. "And they're called demons! Not sure what the hell's making you think they're phychics!"
With that said, Lady leaned out the window and started laying down fire at the enemy forces.
edited 28th Oct '16 7:56:56 PM by Meanken
Glory to Arachnos
"Replica Soldiers were programmed to always watch our surroundings and targets! To let my guard down would be against Replica Protocol!" Foxtrot yelled , attempting to be heard at the cacophony of gunfire inside and outside, he ducked to cover and reloaded his assault rifle.
"Demons? They clearly show signs of having Gamma, Epsilon and Lambda tiers of psychic powers! They used Pyrokinesis and Telekinesis. The psychics are merely using psychic hallucinations to change their appearance to us!" With that said to Lady, Foxtrot returned to opening fire on the motorcyclists, still finding it hard to nail a shot at them until his reflexes come back.
edited 28th Oct '16 9:30:32 PM by Darkomega245
-Spider Lizard Noises-
The Mighty Pen
Tali - Van
As their transport swerved to a stop, Tali held back this time rather than sprinting all-out for the door, to make sure everyone else got on board safely. These people were her responsibility as much as anyone's and she would try her best to keep them alive. They still had a long way to go. As the last of them got safely board, she hopped in after them, then pounded on the interior wall twice to get the attention of whoever was driving.
"We're in! Drive!"
Then she promptly dove for the nearest seat, looking for any safety harnesses, because just one time with the Mako had been enough for her to learn that lesson. At about that point, she discovered all was not well within the vehicle, but no one was shooting at each other, so she counted it well enough to leave alone for now. She'd never been good with people anyway. Instead, she turned her attention to the vehicle itself. It had to have a user interface. Maybe she could help improve its performance in some small way. She set her omnitool to searching for any control systems in the immediate area and if it might be able to access them. There were an awful lot of angry people after them and limited space at the windows. This thing seems a lot bigger than it looked from outside, actually.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
Annoyed Mode: ON
Elesis stared at the unusually large man in front of her with a mildly perplexed expression. She watched him draw a cross on his chest and extend an open palm covered in light towards her, and suddenly she started feeling... better. The priest's magic greatly hastened her healing abilities, and his words managed to soothe her somewhat.
By the time the healing process was over, the red-haired woman was in a far better mood than she had been in the entire day. She had yet to smile even a little, but it was a start.
"Thanks, I needed that," she muttered while she got back up on her feet. "You're from the other group that joined recently, right?"
Lucha Libre goddess
Mary Bromfield–An Oxymoron.
Mary chuckled. “A frenemy is like..." She scratches the back of her head. "—Uhm have you ever disliked a person so much you wanted to punch them in the face and see their whole teeth fall. And yet... you couldn't think yourself without them? Because when you look back at yourself you just wouldn't be the same."
"That's how I feel about you." She peeked at the top of her head." I know exactly what you are. I guess, you could say that's why I hate you. "She glanced at her horns again and then she smiled. " But that's why I also like you.
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
"Please, Lady, you're not exactly in the state to drive if you let everything get to you like this," she calmly explained, still hoping her infectious demeanor would fester within her, "and, I'm not one of those, so it's perfectly fine to let me take the wheel! It's no trouble for me! We're stopped right now and everything, it's the perfect time to switch!"
edited 24th Oct '16 10:15:01 PM by wikkit