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ImmortalNeet Eternal Princess from Eientei Since: Feb, 2014 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Eternal Princess
#201: Apr 2nd 2015 at 10:30:24 PM

Santa Destroy - No More Heroes Motel

Travis wasted no time. He picked out the biggest looking one of the guys causing problems and did a German suplex on him. They were a bunch of chumps, no need to go all out. He then looked for the next two that looked threatening and downed them each with other wrestling moves, making sure to make a spectacle of it. With those three floored, Travis raised his beam katana up in the air and activated it so everyone gathered could see it.

"What the hell is this? Take whatever you can for your self? Fine, I'm taking the whole damn truck then! If any of you think you can take from me more then what I am offering, go ahead and try it. Everyone else, line up and shut up. We got to get this water out to as many people as possible, so I don't want to hear any bullshit about how you want more then what you're getting. And word to the wise, shit is going to be real from here on out, best you ration what you got til we fix this whole damn thing."

If the people listen, Travis will stand guard making sure everyone behaves, if they don't, ever see wrestle mania?


Santa Destroy - K-Entertainment

The strangely dressed receptionist of K-Entertainment stood behind her counter as if nothing had changed. She merely stared straight ahead with her blind fold on, the waiting room empty. She didn't even react when the platinum blonde woman with red eyes came in the building holding a dripping wet sack, only acknowledging the visitor after she made her way to the counter.

"I'm sorry, only those with a recommendation may start working here."

"Is that so? How is this for a recommendation?"

The visitor emptied contents of the sack upon the counter, a severed head wearing a unique horned helmet with a horse ornament in the center. The receptionist remained unphased, merely feeling out what was laid before her. She soon realized the identity of the departed.

"Dark Star, UAA rank # 1 correct? This is unorthodox, but this will do in place of a written recommendation. May I ask your name for our records?"

"Jeane, just Jeane."

"Very well, we will have the appropriate paper work filed. In the mean time if I may direct your attention to our list of open contracts."

"The UAA does alot of their business through you correct? So you must have a way to get in contact with them."

The receptionist tilted her head, confused for the first time.

"Perhaps. May I ask what this is concerning?"

"I got a job for them, or perhaps something more like joint business venture. So can you contact them or not?"

The receptionist thought it over for a moment, seeming to stare off somewhere with blind folded eyes.

"Very well, it will be just moment"

The receptionist gave a bow and disappeared into another room. While the receptionist was gone Jeane fingered through the list of open contracts. The thing was presented like some fancy french menu, with the name of people wanted dead listed with their associated pay out. She didn't care much, she was just browsing though to pass the time. However a single name did jump out at her, an open contract for UAA rank # 11 Travis Touchdown.

"Travis? What the hell have you gotten your self into."

She gave the listing a bitter smile. The receptionist return to the room soon after, holding a phone and a list of assassins.


Santa Destroy - Townsend Residence

The old tattooed assassin, Death Metal, merely relaxed near his pool. His staff was all busy fixing up his glorious mansion after the quake, but him, as master of this house hold he had no worries. One of his suited body guards came running from the house.

"You smell that?"

Death Metal's voice came out in a deep drawn out British accent. The body guard stopped in his tracks, not sure how to answer his boss.

"Change is in the wind. Not some bullshit change like the ones promised by politicians either, real change. The kind of change that forces a man to alter his very character in order to adapt to his new circumstances or die an unceremonious death. Seems like interesting times are coming."

The body guard merely stood there, not sure how he should respond. Death Metal sat up and turned to the guard, an annoyed look on his face.

"Well!? You didn't come out here just to listen to me talk garbage did ya? What is it?"

"Ah, yes. Of course sir. K-Entertainment called and..."

"You bothered me for them? Their contracts are never worth it. Trash pay for trash jobs. Is that all?"

"They assured me this was something different, it was be something you would be interested in sir."

Death Metal eyed the body guard, as if letting him know that he would be held responsible if it ended up being a waste of time.

"Very well, where is the phone?"


Santa Destroy - Santa Destroy High School

The class was put on hold while the grown ups were trying to figure out what was going on. Most the class was busy talking about trivial stuff, who was dating who and which cheerleader was a slut, completely ignorant of what was going on. Shinobu sat in the back near the window, trying to be inconspicuous despite her large white afro.

"What the hell is this? The geography is all wrong and I can't connect online at all."

Shinobu was fiddling with her cell when the thing went off, surprising her. She let out a small yelp then scrambled to answer.

"Hello? Oh its you. I thought I told you guys never to contact me while I am at school. What? Ok, just give me a second."

Shinobu looked around to make sure no one was looking then sneaked out of the class room.

"Alright, talk. Whats this opportunity you are offering?"


Santa Destroy - some person's residence

"I don't know what to say, I mean I know the pooch and me didn't always get along, but to go out the way she did...you should have heard the way she yelped. Heart breaking."

The old woman just listened to the mail man in shock. She looked down at the mangled corpse of her chihuahua, then to the blood stained boot of the mail man, then to his face which had the biggest grin and eyes that were just begging her to give him a reason to do the same to her.

"Well, here is your mail. You take care now."

The old woman grabbed her mail and walked inside her home, still in a daze. Mail man, John Harnet, merely walked off to continue his route, chuckling to himself. When his phone rang his mood soured and he answered it in an instant.

"I know! I'm fucking late on with my route again! Well, there was a fucking earth quake and...oh, its you guys. Sorry about that, thought you were my boss, you usually don't call me at work. So, what is it? Is Destroyman needed?"


Santa Destroy - Destroy Stadium Basement

"What the fuck? Is the fridge broke? Ugh, you wouldn't believe the bad day I am having."

Bad Girl, the crazy blonde in the sweet lolita outfit grabbed a beer from the broken fridge. Downing the thing in one gulp, she let out a satisfied belch. She then crushed the can in her hand and tossed it to land wherever it may on the floor.

"So~ where were we?"

She turned back to the other occupant of the room, a man bound and gagged tied to a chair. He was ragged and bloody from the fresh beating he just took and whimpered when he saw his brief respite was over. She walked back toward the man, a smile on her lips.

"Lets see, I already broke eight of your fingers, smashed in your left knee cap, and gave you a few love taps to the gut. I hope your fucking grateful. My client just wanted you dead, but here I am giving you all this time from my schedule. Bet this has been the most attention a girl has shown you in years huh? So what you want to do next? The right knee cap? No, let's get started on that fucking ugly face of yours."

Bad Girl let out a giggle as she raised her bat, but before she could complete her swing the phone rang. She turned to look at her cell on the table, offended by its audacity to interrupt her work. She lowered her bat and made her way to the cell and answered it.

"This better be fucking good. Uh huh. Sorry, you're going to have to speak alittle louder...."

She walked back to the bound man and raised her bat with one hand.

"There is a lot of background noise where I am at."

She then brought the bat down, then again, and again, and again. The man's screams, muffled by his gag.


Santa Destroy - Body Slam Beach

Holly Summers sprawled her self on the beach top looking satisfied. Riding out an earth quake in the middle of a mine field had been...exhilarating. Still, the experience was not without its down sides, she had to readjust her artificial leg back into place. As she was fixing it she heard some of the LB soldiers calling out to her. She turned to them and waved. Seeing they wanted her attention for something she got up and started walking toward them.

"No, wait! Miss Summers please stay where you are! The earth quake may have shifted the location of some the mines. It's dangerous!"

Holly stretched as she walked, ignoring their protests. It wasn't overconfidence or ignorance that caused her to ignore them, merely she didn't care about the consequences. If she stepped on a mine, she would die, and that would simply be that.

Despite working with them for some time now, Holly actually had no idea what the LB army was. They had the equipment to suggest they were something official, but the way each and every single member carried them self like a grunt might mean they were nothing more then mercs or an overzealous militia. Holly knew of no officers or other such high positions among their ranks. They merely acquired and tested military weapons and ran training exercises with no one telling them to do so. Though, they did seem to seek Holly's approval on most of their actions. Perhaps she was supposed to be their leader, and no one bothered to let her know of her newly elected position.

She chuckled at the thought as she cleared the mine field. The two soldiers merely looked at her in shock. She gave them a smile, tilted her head, and spoke in a sweet light Swedish accent.

"Yes...? You wanted me correct?"

"Yes, ma'am. Seems we have a situation. That last earth quake completely changed the surrounding geological landscape and all communication outside of town has gone silent. The earth quake wreaked damage across Santa Destroy. We are still trying to get a report on the extent. Until further notice we got to assume we are completely alone out here. We got enough MR Es to feed the men, but it may be in our best interest to seize control of resources in town and handle redistribution during this time of crises. Also a call came in from K-Entertainment for you while you were MIA, we transcribed the details here."

The soldier handed Holly a piece of paper. She wasn't sure what the soldier wanted her to do with all this information, but she was interested in what job she was being offered.

"Hmm, seems someone is trying to set up a meeting between the assassins. How odd. Is there anything else?"

"Yes ma'am. We took the liberty of setting up check points on all roads leading in and out of town. The check point in the west spotted a weaponized armored buggy heading toward town. What would you like us to do?"

Holly looked thoughtful for a moment then smiled.

"How about we say hello."

Axton would find Holly Summers waiting for him in the middle of the road with LB soldiers flanking the sides.

How do you kill that which has no life?
Meanken Since: May, 2013
#202: Apr 2nd 2015 at 10:55:57 PM

Axton continued driving for a while, bored out of his mind, until he hit the waiting trio. uh oh, he thought. Looks like a military checkpoint. Better make sure they know I'm not here to attack.

Axton would stop far away from the group, shut off the buggy, and begin approaching on foot, holding up his hands to show he was unarmed. If the men looked at him, they would not see any weapons on him. Not that he didn't have them. Nice thing about the storage deck technology that was used on Pandora was that he could have weapons on his person without them being visible.

"Hey guys, what's up?" He would say once he was close enough to talk. "I come in peace and all that. Here to help you guys out. Don't know how bad your city was hit by the event, figured I'd be neighborly and stuff."

Uncandescent One Brunch Man Since: Jul, 2010 Relationship Status: Coming soon to theaters
One Brunch Man
#203: Apr 2nd 2015 at 10:58:57 PM

Vash smiled, made a peace sign, and disappeared.


Meryl and Wolfwood stood on the shore, mouths hanging open as they hunched forward in silent amazement.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Meryl almost whispered.

“I think so.” Wolfwood responded in a similar tone, thumbing his sunglasses down his face to take it all in.

One of the children raced over with his cupped hands filled with water. “I got this for you, Mr. Priest sir!” He said, jubilantly holding the water up to him.

“Than-thank you.” Wolfwood said, nervously accepting the water. He stared at it for a hot second before giving it a sip, and everything within his mouth violently rebelled. Wolfwood managed to cover up his spasming palette with his hand and gave the kid a shaky thumbs-up. But as soon as the kid ran back to his friends, Wolfwood turned to the side and spat it all back out.

“What the hell is the point of all this water if you can’t drink it?!” Wolfwood said, stomping on the patch of wet sand. After a time, he noticed Meryl being unusually quiet, and looked up to see her staring at the tower in the distance.

“It’s important that we don’t get scared by what we see here.” Wolfwood said, pressing his sunglasses up his face.

“I’m more scared of what I can’t see. How high do you think that tower goes?”

Wolfwood squinted as he tried to peer through the smog. “I… wish I had an answer for you.”

Meryl threaded her fingers through her bangs, then let them fall. “I hope Mr. Vash comes back soon.”

“Me too.”

They shared a moment of quiet solidarity, forged by mutual concern.

“Mr. Wolfwood, I got you some more water!”

“You want to check right now?”

“Let’s do it right now.”


Some time later, in an inn back at Keybass, Vash finished explaining the situation to Wolfwood, Milly, and Meryl.

The four sat in silence for a long, long time.

“How are we going to tell people?” Milly said, staring blankly at the map of their new planet hanging on the wall.

“That is a very good question.” Meryl replied, sitting on the bed and deeply examining her hands. “The people can’t find out who Mr. Vash really is, not until they’ve calmed down. And if we can’t explain to them who Vash is, we can’t tell them why they’re here.”

“If we just tell them all we’re here to fight to the death, they’ll see everything as a weapon and everyone as an enemy.” Wolfwood chimed in sullenly, looking out a nearby window at someone picking through the debris that littered the streets.

“Maybe I could just leave the city.” Vash said, optimism stretched thin across his voice like saran wrap as he sat on a crate. “Maybe if I stay out of it long enough, the Cure will just send the city back.”

Wolfwood really wanted to dismiss that out of hand—self sacrifice was Vash’s opening move 90% of the time, and encouraging it wasn’t good for anyone—but in the wholly unprecedented situation they found themselves in, no suggestion could quite reach the plateau of ridiculousness. “Maybe.” Wolfwood said, in a tone that conveyed that he clearly didn’t enjoy the thought.

Meryl stood up, gathering her cloak behind her. Her friends might have been warriors, but she was first and foremost a bureaucrat. Contrary to popular opinion, that meant knowing how to get things done. “All of this long-term pontificating isn’t getting us anywhere. The fact is, we’re in a city that has at least half as many homes as it did yesterday.”

“And the same amount of guns.” Wolfwood quipped drily.

“Before we think about surviving a war, we need to be able to survive the week. That means making sure the Plant is still fully operational.” She looked to Vash, who had a look on his face like he’d just remembered the Plant existed. “Short of Plant engineers—no, even past Plant engineers, you’re the most qualified to get that done.”

“What, me? But…” That was absolutely true. A Plant engineer could poke, and prod, and measure, and guess; all Vash had to do was ask nicely. “There’s not enough time. Those guys from the east are sending envoys, and I didn’t specify when. They could be here in a couple of hours.”

“You’re too trusting anyway, Needle Noggin.” Wolfwood said, getting to his feet. He patted Vash on the shoulder and smiled around his cigarette. “Plant or no Plant, I would never let you speak for all of us.”

“Well gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.” Vash said with a light smile.

Meryl nodded. “While you two handle that, Milly and I will try to speak with the townspeople. We’re duly appointed officials, so that should be a good springboard to establish relations.”

“Plus, we did technically save everyone here.” Milly chimed in. “That has to count for something.”

The other three all had the exact same thought at the exact same time. Meryl spoke first. “What are we going to do about Zazie?”

Vash and Wolfwood both tensed up as their backs angled at one another, locked in a silent ideological cold war. Each one knew what the other was going to say. They also knew that they had neither the time nor the energy to actually have the argument.

There was another long moment.

Wolfwood caved first. “We shouldn’t have to do anything,” He said, catching a glimpse of Vash’s burgeoning stare born of sadness and universal compassion, “but all the same, we should keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t get lynched.”

Vash smiled and gave a nod of gratitude. “That should be pretty easy. Most of the town doesn’t know who he is in the first place, so as long as we give a convincing reason for why he has to stay locked up, he’ll be treated the same as any other prisoner.”

Milly piped up enthusiastically. “He hit his head really really hard, and now he thinks he’s some kind of bad guy!”

Everyone was tempted to laugh that suggestion off, held back only by the awkward fact that they couldn’t think of anything better.


At the edges of Gunsmoke territory, faint tremors rippled the sandy expanses. The sand gave way to solid earth, dirt, plants, life. It was stifling, a sea made out of tar.

On the edges of City 17 territory, a mammoth shape breached the surface. The worm reared back and screeched into the sky, the world’s largest ant decrying the world’s largest ant farm.


The Plant itself was an enormous glass structure, shaped like a lightbulb due to the sense of humor of a designer long dead. The curve of the bulb was flush with the curve of one of the city’s intact high-reaching walls, protecting it from the worst of the sandstorms. It was supported by a structure that stretched along the side of the Plant and held it at the top, and by a command center located directly underneath it.

In this space, two guards chased a cat.

“How did that picture of your wife even get stuck on the tail?!”

“Who cares! Just catch it!”

As the footsteps faded down the hallways, Vash poked his head out from a gap in the ceiling, waited to make sure they were gone, and lowered himself to the ground before headed off to the inner workings.

Vash tapped out a sequence on the door control using a code the guards had just left lying around behind a locked safe. It slid open, revealing the core of the structure. From here one could see the Plant clearly, as it composed most of the ceiling. Control rods, overheating compensators, regulatory valves—this was the last line of defense against technical failure, a built-in defibrillator to a sacred heart.

The hum of the Plant’s inner workings tingled up and down the strands of Vash’s upright hair. This place was as much an altar as anything else, a place where maintenance and time were invested in exchange for the miracle of constant water and electricity. Vash walked to the center of the room, and looked up to the ceiling with a sad smile on his face. The air around him sparked and surged, the ozone haze of a coming thunderstorm. Amber colored awareness reached out and touched his. They began to talk.


Meryl looked out at the gathered congregation, letting out a breath before she hefted the megaphone.

“Until such a time as the one sun we have left refuses to rise, we have to assume that the rest of the world is still out there. On that note, I would everyone to form a single-file line so that I can catalogue the extent of your damages. Please keep calm and orderly while we do this, and it will be over before you know it.” Milly sat a short distance away from her, at a table equipped with bastions of legal forms and documentation.

If there was one thing that could quell the flames of spontaneous relocation, it would be the fire retardant foam of overwhelming boredom. Plus this would keep the majority of the townspeople in one place for at least a few hours. In that time, Wolfwood would brief the delegation, and then they could explain the situation. Not only would it be a hell of a lot more convincing to see an outsider in the flesh, but the people’s first experience with the new world would be a message of peace.

Either that, or the olive branch was made out of thorns, and Wolfwood has to execute priestly judgment. She really, really hoped that didn’t have to happen.

“Single file line. That’s it.”


Marcia and her riders would find Gunsmoke’s terrain to be an endless expanse of sand, broken up by rocky outcroppings and small hills. The orphanage would be easy enough to find due to Vash’s instructions; a large one-floor structure carved out of and into the rock itself. A small rock fence outlined a yard just in front of the orphanage, with a double-door gate that was currently left open. Keybass itself would be visible in the distance, a walled metropolis with such a configuration that clearly suggested that the walls at some point in the past formed a solid dome.

The group’s car would be parked outside the orphanage, but Wolfwood wouldn’t be immediately visible, waiting inside the orphanage in order to get a read on the envoy before they could do the same to him.

edited 3rd Apr '15 5:24:12 AM by Uncandescent

If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Oni-Lord Since: May, 2010
#204: Apr 2nd 2015 at 11:41:14 PM

Haman stopped her search for an exit and turned as soon as she heard the voice of the one claiming to be their captor. This time seemed to be the actual one and not a blocky pretender. She listened as he explained his goal for this mess, which ultimately was to cure his own boredom. The Newtype grit her teeth at his flippant behavior while telling them that he wanted them to wage war for his amusement. This was nothing but a game to this being, one Haman was not in the mood for playing.

He gave them his ultimatum and told them they could leave if they wanted now, or wait four minutes anyway. Naturaly, many of the individuals gathered immediately started spouting about peace and alliances, pointless garbage. Haman new none of it would last, people will always find a way to war with each other. Rather then try and fake being nice like everyone else, Haman decided she should work on shoring up her own defenses, and claim a spot planet-side for Zeon. She took one last chance to look over the other leaders gathered here before vanishing.


Haman found herself back in the monitoring room aboard Axis. The assembled technicians and troops were surprised by her sudden apperance before snapping into a salute. She shook her head to wave off the dizziness of the transportation as Mashymre stepped up to her.

"Lady Haman, we have been doing a bit of looking around while you were away. We've seen only a single satellite, which was launched sometime after you left. We have also gained a better understanding of the geography of the planet. Axis is currently orbiting directly above a patch of land that is vacant." He reported, a bit of pride in his voice at having some good news.

Haman had regained her posture and nodded to Mashymre. "Very well, then we will need to set up a base point in that area to claim it for ourselves. I will leave you in charge of establishing our base on the surface." She said, causing the man to salute happily. Haman turned quickly for the door, as she had other things that needed to be completed. The people would need to be filled in on what was going on, as well as checking to see if her ward was alright.

On her way out of the room, Haman came across Glemy, who was looking none too pleased at the moment. "There you are Haman. Explain what is going on, what happened to the Earth?" The young man demanded. His confusion and frustration was evident across his face as he glowered at her.

Haman looked to the young man before she resumed walking. "Start gathering the troops and the people. Let them know I will be giving a speech soon." She ordered Glemy. Without giving him a chance to respond, she walked out of the facility, heading towards the center of the asteroid.


Haman sat in the back seat of her car while her driver pulled up upon the mansion on top of a grassy hill. The scenery around the hill was beautiful, and not something one would expect to find on the interior of a hollowed out asteroid. As she stepped out of her car, the sound of a piano filled the air. It was fairly clear that whoever was playing it was still a learner, but the playing was well enough that one could look past it. Haman took a deep breath as she pushed open the doors to the mansion and made her way through the rooms.

Haman entered into a large lounge on the first floor of the mansion. She went down on one knee and bowed her head as the piano playing stopped. Sitting on the stool, with her tutor behind her, the young Mineava Zabi turned in her seat and smiled at Haman. "How nice to see you Haman. Have we reached the Earth already?" The young girl asked.

Haman was hesitant to raise her head and look into Mineava's earnest eyes. She knew that the young girl had been looking forward to this. "I'm afraid that there has been a complication Lady Mineava. We may not make it to Earth for some time." She answered.

The smile on Mineava's face slowly faded as the young girl visibly deflated in her seat. "So we won't be seeing Char again? I was looking forward to getting to see him." She said.

Haman stood and bowed her head to the Zabi heiress. "I know my lady. I promise, I will do everything in my power to fulfill your wishes. We will get to Earth." She said. Haman did not care what sort of stupid game this Cure wanted to put them through. Zeon has survived before and they will again.


A mummer moved throughout the crowd that had gathered in the middle of the town. Some had noticed something was different today, while others were unaware of any strangeness. Either way, the people of Axis had been gathered in front of a stage, told there would be a speech. Silence fell across the gathering as Haman stepped upon the stage and walked up to the stand. Microphones were placed in front of her, and speakers set to make sure everyone could hear.

"Citizens of Axis, we have fallen victim of the power of a childish being. On our course o Earth, we have been plucked and placed above a patchwork planet. Many other nations are in the same position as us on the surface of the planet. Just moments ago, myself and the leaders of these other nations were given an explanation as to why this was happening. What it is that we are meant to do."

"That is to survive!"

Hushed murmers broke out through the crowd, people finding this absurd, perhaps even a bit crazy. To make her point, a large screen behind Haman flickered to life, showing the new mish-mash planet bellow them, drawing gasps from the crowd. The Newtype woman waited for the noise to die down before continuing.

"Whatever it is that we were pulled here to face, whatever it is that is waiting for the people of Zeon on that planet, is going to test our endurance. But are we not resilient? Have we not already suffered through more than most? This trial will not be enough to defeat us! The people of Zeon are strong! No matter what, we will live on, and we will survive!"

"This is not something that I can do on my own though. Zeon still thirsts for the strength of its people! This new space, this new Earth Sphere is full of potential, and we stand ready to stand at the top. If our goal is to survive, then we have nothing to fear!"

As Haman finished her speech, she raised a fist into the air as the screen behind her changed to the image of the Neo Zeon flag. "Seig Zeon!" Haman shouted, which was enough to earn a triumphant uproar from the crowd, their patriotism still burning bright. In unison, shouts roared throughout the asteroid.

"SEIG ZEON! SEIG ZEON! SEIG ZEON!"

BlitzTrain Since: Apr, 2014
#205: Apr 2nd 2015 at 11:58:43 PM

Human Village Border

Shovel Knight walked through the plains surrounding the Human Village's outskirts, it seemed peaceful enough until the movement of something in his peripheral vision caused him to turn and draw and hold his Shovel Blade in front of him. He was rather surprised to see the source of the movement.

"There are undead here too? Well, nothing to lose my head over..."

He glanced around briefly to check for other monsters before focusing on the strangely rot-free head. There had to be a body it belonged to somewhere.

edited 3rd Apr '15 12:01:00 AM by BlitzTrain

ImmortalNeet Eternal Princess from Eientei Since: Feb, 2014 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Eternal Princess
#206: Apr 3rd 2015 at 1:39:52 AM

Santa Destroy - Western Checkpoint

The two soldiers eyed Axton suspiciously while Holly gave him a soft smile.

"Is that so? How noble of you Mr...? How rude of me, asking your name before introducing my self. I am Holly Summers and my two companions are..."

She motioned to one of the soldiers who looked back at Holly confused. He exchanged glances with the other soldier before looking back at Holly unsure if he should answer.

"I'm sorry, it seems they are shy."

Holly motioned to Axton's vehicle with a nod of her head.

"An interesting ride you have. A real chick magnet, no?"

She chuckled to let Axton know she was just playing with him.

"Still, an odd choice for earth quake relief, would you not agree?"

How do you kill that which has no life?
Locoman Since: Nov, 2010
#207: Apr 3rd 2015 at 4:48:32 AM

Marisa's Airborne Adventure

As Marisa flew over the southern lands she would probably first notice the crater, rising from the grey and windswept ground like a rocky bulwark. Compared to the populated, thriving chunks elsewhere in the Battleworld, it was a barren and strangely ominous sight.

Once she made it over the crater itself, however, it was a different story- but one that was unsettling nonetheless. There were dozens of buildings and towers scattered through the expanse. Most of them seemed to be in various stages of neglect, and one or two had almost entirely fallen apart, leaving only crumbling concrete skeletons behind. In the very center of the crater sat a massive geodesic dome, illuminated with blue floodlights.

The first thing that would probably catch the witch's eye as she flew south were the enormous red crystals poking out of the rocky walls of the facility; some bigger than her. The other thing she'd probably notice right away would be a splash of verdant green in the otherwise lifeless facility- what looked like a small jungle spilled out of the gutted remains of some building or another.

"ATTENTION, Big Mountain. There is an UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT descending on the X-22 FACILITY."

"If you are attempting to land in the X-22 facility, please remember not to inhale any poisonous spores produced by test subjects. If you have already inhaled poisonous spores, please continue to inhale them so that we can observe their effect upon your physiology."

"Unidentified flying object, please IDENTIFY yourself... or I will be forced to assume that you are a COMMUNIST flying object".

edited 3rd Apr '15 11:20:25 AM by Locoman

Lemurian from Touhou fanboy attic Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: Buried in snow, waiting for spring
#208: Apr 3rd 2015 at 5:34:36 AM

Marcia - Gunsmoke Orphanage

Marcia and the Pegasus Riders arrived at the orphanage, having followed the map without meeting any obstacles. There was some muttering in the ranks about how strange it was to have a desert as the closest neighbour. Back in Crimea, this area would have been farmlands and pasture. Still, this was the new reality, and they had to deal with it. That too was part of being a soldier.

The riders dismounted, packing away their lances at Marcia's orders. They were here on a peaceful mission, but at the same time this was completely unknown territory. If Wolfwood was watching from inside, he would see that the riders were all young, female and wore the same red light armour, though their leader's was more ornate.

"Corporal, you're with me. Lance-corporal, you're in charge out here. Keep an eye on the Pegasi and look pretty if anyone turns up. We're here to make a good impression, yeah? Good."

The girls laughed, but nodded. That said, this was the perfect place to set a trap if Marcia had ever seen one. This far from that strange city, anything could happen to them without anyone finding out. All they could trust in this situation was that Queen Elincia's first impression of their representative was right. Not very comforting, really. Marcia raised her fist and knocked on the door.

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#209: Apr 3rd 2015 at 5:48:01 AM

Iacon: Outer streets

He was only going to get one shot at this.

With more than a little hesitation, Optimus cleared his vocal processors and thumbed the comm unit’s activation key. He heard the feedback over Iacon’s general address system, reverberating across the dense city streets.

“Attention Autobots. This is Optimus Prime, and I’m urging you all to remain calm. I know my name won’t mean much to most of you, and were expecting an emergency address from the Autobot Council, but I have come into the possession of vital information. Information you’ll all want to know. Information you all deserve to know.”

He took a pause, collecting himself, and psyching himself up for the unpleasant news. Ratchet looked up at Prime while realigning Glyph’s shoulder joint. He was just as interested in hearing what Prime had to say as every other Autobot in the city. Optimus wasn’t about to disappoint.

“The Metroplex of Iacon and a large chunk of the surrounding area has been torn from the rest of the city, and the rest of Cybertron, and deposited here, on another planet entirely. This was no accident. We’ve been brought here for a sinister purpose, thanks to a being called The Cure. This creature has brought us and countless other civilisations from other planets and deposited us all here on the surface of this planet. The other species that have been brought here are all organic.”

He noticed Glyph tense up a little at the thought of organics surrounding the sterile Autobot city, but paid it no mind. The Autobot Commonwealth had never encountered an organic race that matched them in sophistication since they began their expansion to the stars 750 million stellar cycles ago. Most fell beneath their notice, and knowledge of their nature fell into obscurity. Plenty of Autobot politicians were happy to rely on the rumours of slimy organics melting Cybertronians at the touch to scaremonger themselves some political capital. Even some in the higher echelons of the Council believed it. But Prime knew better, just by looking at the organic leaders. There was a lot more to them than was immediately apparent to his optical sensors.

“I know this, because I ended up in a meeting full of their leaders. And I’ve encountered this “Cure” who brought us here. He means to play us against our new neighbours, and incite war between Autobot and organic. As far as I can see, most of the organics are not seeking war, but are reaching out in the hopes of banding together and finding a way to return us all to our worlds. And none of them appear toxic.”

Optimus looked to see Bulkhead and Bumblebee approaching, the building they were working on now stable and upright. Neither of them looked particularly heartened by what he was announcing, and he did not blame them one bit. But he couldn’t stop now.

“I know this news won’t put a lot of you at ease. But I would rather be the bearer of bad news than the bearer of lies. I’m an Autobot, and I have a duty to the truth. You all have my word. The path ahead of us is going to be a difficult one. But no challenge is insurmountable to the Autobots. Each of us is a cog in the Great Machine. Each of us has something to offer, something to provide for and someone to rely on. Young and old, veteran or civilian, we are all part of a great legacy. And we mustn’t let it end like this. Until the Elite Guard mobilise an organised response, we only have each other. For the good of Iacon, and those we have left behind, we need to band together. Each of us in a position to seek out and aid our fellow Autobots must do so. Until we’re reunited. Til all are one.”

He shut off the comm link, lying against a wall in exhaustion from the speech. He had no idea where he’d summoned the courage and words, but he hoped it would be enough to quell the sense of panic felt emanating from the confusion of the streets.

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Meanken Since: May, 2013
#210: Apr 3rd 2015 at 5:52:12 AM

"Ya, well it was that or a truck with larger guns on it." Axton said with a scratch of his head. "Place we come from ain't a very friendly place, so every car has at least one gun installed on it. Anyway, name's Axton."

Axton looked over the woman who appeared to be in charge of the checkpoint, which, now that he thought about it, was a very small checkpoint. Only 3 people? Not even an armored car or something? Weird.

And then there was the woman, this Holly. She wouldn't have lasted 5 seconds in the Dahl military in that outfit before getting chewed out. Admittedly, Axton wasn't complaining. He might have stuck around longer if the women had dressed like that. Well, he would have if he wasn't scheduled for a firing squad.

"So, what unit are you three with? Kinda undergeared for guarding a checkpoint, don't you think?"

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#211: Apr 3rd 2015 at 6:14:56 AM

Inside the Castle

"An experiment, eh?"

Leo pondered, eyebrow twitching as he contemplated what kind of neighbors these 'Big Mountain' fellows would end up being.

"If they truly have no intention of ceasing this wind, Illyria will have to get used to it, or develop countermeasures towards the inconvenience caused..."

Leo tapped his communicator, speaking rather discreetly.

"Paradigm, think you could investigate a solution to this wind issue? Or if we even need a solution?"

The response came in a tad snide.

"You're a little slow on the uptake King Leo. I'm already working on it."


Capital Town Border

"H-Hey...these things are actually pretty...uh...cute."

The nervous Knight didn't reach out to pet them or anything, but he did coo and 'aww' a little at the little creatures. The other Knight just rolled his eyes, something you wouldn't easily see behind his helmet.

"Stay your ground."

"R-right right...uh...hey...little fellas."

"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
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Eternal Princess
#212: Apr 3rd 2015 at 1:02:44 PM

Santa Destroy - Western Checkpoint

"A pleasure Mr. Axton."

Holly tilted her head quizzically at the mention of the place Axton came from. She knew of no place where every person drove vehicles such as his. Maybe Speed City with that crazy old woman or some place beyond the border. Perhaps the change in the surrounding country changed its people as well to suit its new appearance.

"The two gentlemen with me are part of the LB Army. I'm something more independent, but I suppose I too am LB Army."

She looked back at the two soldiers as she considered what Axton said.

"Perhaps you are right. The boys may be spread thin in their eagerness to cover the city."

She turned back to Axton with a wry smile.

"But I am sure that our neighborly stranger would not seek to take advantage of that."

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Meanken Since: May, 2013
#213: Apr 3rd 2015 at 2:21:32 PM

"Well, I can't speak for any of the other cities on your border, but I'm not here to take advantage of anyone." Axton said with a shake of his head. "Our own city managed to remain mostly intact. Would have been nice if we were still in the air, but can't have everything, I guess.

"We don't have any interest in expanding. If my instincts are right, we'll have bigger issues then that sooner or later, what with the floating brains now on our northern border who seem to be obsessed with experiments and crap." Axton said, completely obvious to the fact that the woman would have no idea what he was talking about.

"Should make for a fun fight if they attack, however. Never blew up a floating brain before."

edited 3rd Apr '15 2:21:47 PM by Meanken

Locoman Since: Nov, 2010
#214: Apr 3rd 2015 at 2:35:39 PM

Santa Destroy/Big MT border

The residents nearest to the edge of the chunk would notice what looked like a group of three stragglers limp into the edge of Santa Destroy, where the asphalt abruptly met grey rock and rubble. They were what could generously be called humans, clad in greasy jumpsuits. They probably could have passed for psychologically normal, physically healthy individuals if not for the tangled surgical scars that covered their face and chest, their shaved heads, and the fact that they stared straight ahead with a dopey, dazed look as they wandered into the outskirts of the Californian town. As if to cap off this unsettling picture, a thin string of drool hung from the mouth of the biggest individual, while its two cohorts wore tattered hoods.

Alas, any hope of them being mentally sound or reasonable people were immediately put to rest when all three of them fumbled for weapons- a crackling energy axe, a shotgun, and an armored gauntlet of some kind when they saw the first resident of this chunk. Their garbled screams escalated and merged into a kind of war cry as they fell upon the nearest pedestrians with all the mindless ferocity of a cornered animal.

edited 3rd Apr '15 2:38:02 PM by Locoman

Vox Since: Dec, 2010
#215: Apr 3rd 2015 at 3:18:19 PM

New York City

The dungeon's expedition was fronted by a trio of imps, who dug through soil and rock whenever it presented itself, who now scurried between the stronger creatures, chittering nervously.

The foray's captain, a tall knight clad in heavy black armor, now spoke to the Keeper's all-seeing eye, delivering a report on what was above them.

What news?

"We are beneath a grand city o lord, with shining towers reaching up to the sky!"

Interesting. Lend me your eyes, pray.

For a few moments the Keeper infused the black knight with his spirit, seeing through his visor and gazing at the city above. It was unlike any he had seen before, all steel and a strange stone he had no name for. The people on the streets traveled in what looked like a carriage made of coloured steel, yet moved with the power of neither horse or oxen.

The city is too large to storm with your numbers, so exercise caution for now. Avoid combat unless you must, and take care not to let any know where you come from, and who you work for. Try to bring a native back alive for questioning. And those... metal boxes, take one away and bring it back to me, that I may delve into the workings. Keep moving forward for now.

Sanctuary

The second sortie was led by the Horned Reaper who, as a creature spawned in the darkest pits of Hell, found the cavern somewhat unimpressive. He gestured at a group of skeletons among his troops, and growled orders.

"You, stay here and guard our entrance. The rest of you follow me."

He led the group forward, halting as he heard the sounds of crawling creatures from the darkness around them.

"Show yourselves!"

It sounded like bugs, of an unusual size. He longed to simply cut them down, but his orders were to recruit whenever he could. He called another monster, a spider the size of a large bear, to the front of their group.

"The creatures here may be insects. You can act as our interpreter."

It spoke to him in a shrill whisper;

"I'm not an insect boss, I'm an arachnid."

"But you can speak to them?"

"Oh yes, all sorts."

The spider hissed and shrieked a message intelligible to bugs of all sorts, offering friendship and gainful employment for all who wanted it, and bloody death for those who didn't.

edited 3rd Apr '15 3:27:40 PM by Vox

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#216: Apr 3rd 2015 at 4:58:16 PM

Melior

"I am simply Kochiya Sanae, envoy of the Moriya Shrine," Sanae replied, following the two. "Though, if you require a title, how about Deified human of wind?"


Human Village

"Merely to keep tabs on things," Kanako replied. "Nothing else."

She started walking towards the village center, not really having a reason to engage the menreiki in conversation.


Mountain

"Alright. This should be alright for now," said Suwako, gesturing for the two to stop. She had listened to their ramblings of what they could see via their thoughtagraphy and telegnosis for a while now.

"I hope the two of you don't mind staying a bit." She went on. "I'll need the information soon, but I'm not really keen on listening to all of it at the moment."

The two tengu exchanged glances, before nodding. Indulging the gods at the top of the mountain was something the tengu had gradually grown accustomed to. It helped minimize conflict. Of course, issues still arose, but they were relatively far in-between.

edited 3rd Apr '15 5:10:39 PM by joergenjetsam

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#217: Apr 3rd 2015 at 5:45:24 PM

The Crimean Royal Palace, Melior

"Understood, lady envoy."

The two soldiers led the way through the corridors of the royal palace. The halls were wide and richly decorated, yet perhaps not as flamboyantly as one might expect. There was plenty of wood carvings and fine wallpapers, but little gilt and marble. Indeed, there was a certain air of practicality over it, which fit well with all the activity going on.

The palace were usually a busy place, but the latest development had the servants even more worked up. Piles of documents were being rushed from one office to another, bureaucrats buried in work were planning and eating while walking from one meeting to another and military officers strode briskly through the halls to take care of patrols, guard rosters and getting the army up and ready. A fire had been lit in the great machine that was the royal palace, and all the human cogs and wheels were turning.

As Sanae was led through to the inner palace, a calm seemed to settle on her surroundings. But it was clear that this did not mean that the people here were less busy. Quite the opposite. This was the inner echelon of the kingdom's management, and the calm was simply the quiet of the planning and organizing of the futures of thousands of people. The corridor Sanae was led through had the rooms far apart, and the door they stopped in front of was ornately decorated. The officer knocked and was allowed entry. He entered first, then motioned for Sanae to enter.

"Lady Lucia, I present to you the envoy of Moriya Shrine, the Deified Human of Wind, Kochiya Sanae. Lady envoy, you are in the presence of Lady Lucia of House Delbray, Commander of the Royal Knights."

The room Sanae entered was a large office, sparsely but finely outfitted with a large and polished hardwood desk and a fine sitting group around a lacquered table. A long sword was propped up against a leg of the desk, the ornate sheath a jewel in an otherwise austere crown of a room.

Lucia had been sitting behind the desk, piles of papers flanking her work area. But when Sanae entered, she immediately rose to greet her guest. Lucia was every inch the picture of a swordmaster of the Royal Knights, with her tall and slim build and disciplined posture. Her long white coat was spotless and she wore only a simple gold bracelet and matching necklace for jewellery. She greeted Sanae with a measured bow, and motioned for her to take a seat in the sofa.

"Welcome, lady envoy. Please, have a seat. And thank you, Sergeant. Please return to your post."

Lucia sat down opposite Sanae, smoothing her coat as she sat down.

"Tea will be here any moment. Please let me know if there is anything else you require. Also, please call me Lucia. As said, I'm a commander of Her Majesty Queen Elincia's Royal Knights, as well as Her Majesty's advisor."

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#218: Apr 3rd 2015 at 8:44:44 PM

Youkai Mountian/Citadel of Amn Border

At last the emissary troop came to the feet of the Youkai Mountain. "marvelous" muttered the aide sent as ambassador. Her figure was lithe and womanly, her body constructed of woods and metals, then draped in dress-like cloths. Her head orb-like with a pair of circular openings for eyes and a slight upward spike for a nose. She still felt small to the mountain and the men on her sides. She stepped off her mount and walked forth "Is someone out there!?" she calls out.

edited 3rd Apr '15 8:51:50 PM by Sanojutsu

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#219: Apr 3rd 2015 at 9:58:34 PM

Before Marcia arrived, Wolfwood had a lot of time to think. Sitting at the main table with his hands clasped in front of him, Wolfwood experienced the special kind of vertigo derived from having your ankles cut out from underneath you.

The orphanage that he’d bled for, that he’d killed for, was still back on Gunsmoke proper as far as he knew. At any moment, his employers could take a look at the massive chunk of missing planet—or however the disappearance manifested—and decide that he’d failed in his mission. That maybe what he’d worked his entire life to create and protect would be better served with fire and screams. Wolfwood felt like an animal in a corner, a mother wolf divorced from her cubs. His surroundings didn’t help with the thought process; discarded children’s toys. Tiny handprints decorating the walls. A friendship bracelet draped over a stone.

But for as many reasons as he had to fall into despair, there were just as many reasons that he was still upright and functioning. His mentor Chapel wouldn’t allow them to do anything too drastic, as far as Chapel had any hold over the people who were technically hiring him. Perhaps time moved differently between the two worlds, an exotic conception but one that didn’t seem out of the realm of possibility given their circumstances. But over everything else, he found solace in Legato’s ice cold stare. The man was calculating, sadistic, and loathed every human being on the planet simply for existing. But he wasn’t petty. That was the realm of Knives. When it came to Knives, wrapped up in his rejuvenating tomb deep beneath the desert sands, Wolfwood would’ve been surprised if that man—if that thing—even knew his name. Knives only cared about one person.

Light years away from home, and Vash still served as his lifeline.

Wolfwood perked up as he heard the delegation arrive, and got up to peer out the window from the shadows. Even after wiping his expectations clean in an effort to prepare himself for the unpreparable, Wolfwood was still taken aback by the envoy being composed of young women on flying… creatures. With what looked to be blades on sticks, no less.

Rai-Dei the Blade immediately came to mind, a man who used nothing but a sword yet came closer than anyone else to putting Vash down for good. Five of those types of people would be a nightmare, though whatever the case they appeared to be leaving their lances behind. He was also struck by how clean they were; both their armor and the wings of the creatures they arrived on practically sparkled in the light of the single sun, untouched by the ravages of dust save for the little exposure they’d had on the way there.

Somehow, seeing these people from a wholly alien culture, particularly their inexplicably pink-haired leader, was just as striking as suddenly having an entire sea on their doorstep. There was no doubt that these people were from somewhere that he’d never seen or heard of. That was intimidating, even for him.

Wolfwood straightened out his collar, wiping the errant dust off from himself before clearing his throat. “Hello. Hello. Hello.” Satisfied, and secure with a pistol taped to the underside of the table, he raised his voice.

“It’s open. Come in.”

The room would be small but stocked, with an oven in the corner, dishes strewn about, a door further into the building, and a large, conspicuous cross leaning against the wall, covered in tarp and secured by countless buckles. There was also a rather large suitcase leaning against the leg of a central table, where Wolfwood was sitting.

“Vash didn’t mention that our company would be as beautiful as you lot.” Wolfwood said with a small, tense smile. He was clearly on edge, finding the situation highly uncomfortable due to dealing with foreigners who rendered his finely tuned instincts inert. He used the back of his hand to push a steaming glass forward, before netting his fingers behind a cup of his own. “My name is Nicholas D Wolfwood. It would seem we have a lot to talk about.” He said, expression partially hidden behind his sunglasses.

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#220: Apr 3rd 2015 at 10:05:10 PM

Human Village Outskirts

Shovel Knight wouldn't find any sort of body in the surrounding area, but he could notice the floating head suddenly vanish as if it had teleported away. Not too long after it did that, he would be able to hear a disembodied voice from somewhere.

"Who are you?" it asked in not the most inviting of tones.


Human Village

As the population had begun mobilizing itself, Akyuu moved over to Sekibanki who was still standing in the same place where she was talking to Reisein just moments ago.

"Where did Miss Inaba go? I saw you two chatting and then she simply flew away." she asked, raising an eyebrow and her tone indicated some worry coming from her.

"My heads spotted someone making their way into our land through the northwest area. I didn't want to stop the speech so I just told the rabbit to check it out herself." said Sekibanki, being as straight-forward as manageable.

"Is that so?"

Miko then drifted over, having heard the conversation from afar, though from the smile on her face it was easy to tell that she already knew.

"That must be an envoy from the Armor Outpost, one of the two allies I've managed to find for us. In that case, I will head over to our other allied land and return as soon as possible." she then turned to Akyuu "Make sure to leave a good impression on our guest, Miss Hieda." she playfully smiled

Akyuu sighed "I don't think I'm the one tasked with the first impression as it is now."


Human Village Outskirts

Kokoro was curious about Kanako's intention with her coming into the village. She knew something was up as the surrounding area of the village had completely changed. She wondered if the goddess had some involvement with that situation and with that in mind, she decided to follow her from afar in order to getter a better grasp about things.

Though she wasn't making the slightest effort to hide herself.


Big MT

The place had clearly seen better day, not only did it look like it already had come from a war, something about the place just felt wrong. Marisa wondered if it was really worth it trying to make an alliance with the people that lived there. Hell, just by the look of the place it was hard to believe someone actually lived there. She was there for all of twenty seconds and she already didn't like the feel of the place.

Her train of thought was soon stopped as she heard a booming voice come out of nowhere. It seemed like that land already had issues with another group, though Marisa had no idea of what a communist was, it was clear that she wouldn't be greeted well if she tried to pass herself off as one.

"I'm Marisa Kirisame, from the Human Village. I'm just your typical ordinary witch." she said, with a proud smile in spite of what she had classified herself as.

edited 3rd Apr '15 10:05:52 PM by FullMoon

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Eternal Princess
#221: Apr 3rd 2015 at 10:32:38 PM

Santa Destroy/Big MT border

"Escaped convicts."

"Convicts wear orange, dumb ass."

"Fine, escaped mental patients. What the hell do you think they are?"

"I dunno, more of those weird killer guys you sometimes see in town."

With the LB army watching the roads, these lobotomites were able to march in unopposed on foot. A small group of civilians, more curious then smart, decided to see if they could get a better look at the visitors. They were used to the craziness of the city, but these guys seemed somehow different. When the lobotomites began making their horrid cry, fear griped the small group and they turned to to flee.

"Shit, shit, shit. RUN!"


Santa Destroy - Western Checkpoint

Holly looked at Axton entirely confused.

"Floating brains you say?"

She turned to her companions to see if they had any clue what he was talking about but received only shrugs as a response. He seemed liked a perfectly reasonable sort before that comment. A pity. Though now that Holly thought about it, a lunatic coming to their town was a much more likely scenario then a man looking to help out strangers from the goodness of his heart.

"Do you see these floating brains often?"

How do you kill that which has no life?
Meanken Since: May, 2013
#222: Apr 3rd 2015 at 10:49:11 PM

Axton could tell he'd fucked up royally just now. Apparently the woman was not fully aware of what had happened, considering the clear skepticism she was displaying in her tone. He should have seen this coming. Need to know was usually standard operating procedure in the army. Now he probably looked like a lunatic.

"Does it sound crazy to you? You been outside of town today? I'm sorry to have to be the guy to tell ya this, but your city, my city, and a whole bunch of other city's are in deep shit at the moment." Axton considered how to explain the situation without digging himself any deeper then he was now.

"The jist of the situation is this. Some nutjob god with too much time on his hands has apparently taken a whole bunch of places from different time periods and worlds and whatnot and slapped em together like a poorly made jigsaw puzzle.

"Now, I don't expect ya to believe me, I wouldn't blame ya. But 5 minutes away from this spot, there's a big ass line where this sunny town suddenly turns into the snowy area around our own town, violating basically every law of science I know of. I can take ya to the spot and show it to you, or you can always just call up HQ if you don't believe me. I'm sure they know something's fucked up by now.

Locoman Since: Nov, 2010
#223: Apr 4th 2015 at 5:04:35 AM

Big Mountain

"Which... which what? What are you TALKING ABOUT?"

"Mmmm... Borous, I believe the teddy bear is referring to the homonym 'witch': an individual who believes that they possess supernatural abilities. Note the black conical hat, and how, even now, the witch propels herself through the air on a small broom...

"MAGIC?! In our HALLOWED HALLS OF SCIENCE? One does not simply WALTZ into our CRATER on LEVITATING JANITORIAL EQUIPMENT to MOCK everything we've WORKED to DISPROVE!"

"Perhaps, Borous, this is some kind of... illusion. Optical trickery. After all, our own research at the Z-38 facility has confirmed that it is possible to create holograms anywhere one pleases... why, in the middle of the sky if one desires."

''"BOTH OF YOU POWER DOWN AND LET ME HANDLE THIS... AS USUAL. HUMAN: WHY ARE YOU HERE... AND HOW EXACTLY DID YOU MANAGE TO FIT AN MICROSIZE ANTIGRAVITY GENERATOR INTO SUCH A PRIMITIVE CLEANING UTENSIL?"

"Klein... perhaps we should invite the bear of teddiness into our Dome. As far as I remember, children as physically and emotionally immature as this one generally do not like to be shouted at over long distances by anonymous voices."

"Dala, have you gone MAD? We can't invite the WITCH into our INNERMOST SANCTUM! She'll clog up our TEST TUBES and MACHINERY with CRYSTAL BALLS and HOLISTIC CHANTS! It will be the end of SCIENCE as we KNOW IT!"

"I AGREE WITH BOROUS. HAVE YOU BEEN TAKING THE PARTY TIME MENTATS AGAIN? I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE PLAYING AT, TRYING TO LET THIS INTRUDER IN OUR-"

"Mmmm... perhaps you're right. I suppose we'll never know just how the teddy bear managed to master the anti-gravitational technologies it took us years to perfect, or how she used this technology to fly through the air..."

"LET HER IN."

"BUT-"

"LET. HER. IN."

edited 4th Apr '15 5:26:44 AM by Locoman

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#224: Apr 4th 2015 at 5:47:15 AM

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Citadel of Amn/Beach City

Approaching the city from behind, Ser Leofric and his emissaries eventually found themselves riding into a world much more different from their own. People, normal people, watched from their cars and houses as knights and swordsmen rode into town.

Eventually, they were stopped by a rather scrawny looking man wielding a megaphone, standing in front of a car which had a replica of his face on top of it, the words 'Re-Elect Mayor Dewey' written on the side. "Stop right there!" He yelled, before running over to the horses, patting his suit and putting on a smile. "I'm Mayor Bill Dewey- welcome to wonderful, magnificent Bill De— Beach City!" He coughed, adjusting his tie. "How m-may I help you gentlemen in this fine, fine, non-violent day?"


Iacon

The Cybertronians remained silent during Optimus' speech. They didn't move, they didn't react, they just listened. His voice echoed through Iacon, and neither a cog moved. And when he finished... some Cybertronians ran away. Some of them. Part of them ran for their homes, part of them ran for the borders, itching to see (and maybe squish) some organics. But the majority? They turned around and started looking for ways to help one another. Optimus' speech had not touched the entire population, but it had certainly avoided a much worse outcome.

——

Iacon/Zaofu

"What do you think is out there?" One private asked to the other.

"I don't know."

"Does it scare you?"

"You want the truth?... no. It doesn't."

"A giant grey world appears where once the rest of Zaofu stood. What's there to be scared?"

"Is that a hint of irony I detect in your voice?"

"Just thinking you don't need to do that whole super stoic thing, especially when you and me are the only ones here."

"I'm not scared, Min Lee." The man said, shrugging. "Nothing out there could scare me. I'm a soldier of the Earth Empire! We're a force to be feared!"

"Well said, well said." Min Lee replied, clapping her hands. "They could have at least sent a metalbender here..."


Gunsmoke

"The earthquake tore down half of my house."

"My underground storage area is now covered in sand!"

"Did you know there's water outside?"

"I think I lost all the furniture over my house."

"I had an entire room stocked with food, and now there's earth on those sacks. What am I supposed to do with those."

"Is that blue thing outside safe? Can the kids get on it?"

Needless to say, this was going to be very boring. A success, then.

——

Gunsmoke/City 17

Before the sand worms managed to get into the ground surrounding City 17, loud thumping filled the air as machines positioned around the border went into action, sending enough vibrations into the ground to give a major headache to any sand worms trying to get into the neighboring chunk, and a bad case of the exploding head for any worms that decided to brave the pain and head inside.


Human Village

Almost immediately, outside the Hieda household, six lines of human and youkai had arranged themselves, all of them being organized by the young man from before- who the others would notice had a limp arm stuck inside his clothes. Although everyone seemed fairly organized, it was clear that humans were making an effort to stay away from any youkai, choosing instead to send glares and growls in their direction, unbeknownst to the young strategist. Each line had, in average, five or six people, with the occasional kid or teenager trying to catch a glimpse at outside lands- looking for some adventure.


Melior/Starling City

The sight of Starling City was a true sight to behold, especially from people coming from a relatively backwards chunk. In the distance, the Crimean envoy would be able to see the imposing skyscrapers and the hustle and bustle of a normal American city. At one point, the road changed from dirt surrounded by grass to concrete surrounded by grass. Eventually, the envoy passed a sign saying WELCOME TO STARLING CITY, where a figure clad in red and a hood waited for them.

"Are you the ones from Melior?" Red Arrow asked, pulling down his hoodie- no need for secrets here. "Uh... I don't know how you people normally greet each other, but... welcome to Starling City."


New York City

The arrival of the Helghast Empire is greeted with fear and much trembling. Much trembling. Amidst the glitter and glamour of Times Square, the citizens stop what they're doing, drop whatever was on their hands and book it out of there, screaming at the top of their lungs. Within seconds, there are car crashes, tipped buses, broken storefronts, people carrying loot they stole off said storefront and the occasional distant gunfire.

Speaking of gunfire... two white and blue cars with a glowing red siren on top of them stop in front of the Helghast envoy, pulling out primitive-looking handguns and pointing them at the arrivals. "Down on the ground, down on the ground!" One of the men yells, speaking into an even more primitive-looking communication device. "PD, we've got a code 8 at the IZ, I repeat, code 8 at the IZ, requesting immediate backup!"

George Jackson was not having the best of times. He was supposed to land a big deal today, get a place near Times Square, shoot to the top of the ladder in his company! But now, aliens had decided to invade New York City. Now he hated himself for not hearing his mother's warnings and moving to California. However, he still had something: one good thing in this bad, bad day. He'd finally get to ride his brand new Ferrari, which he had parked... right over... that giant car-shaped hole in the ground...

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New York City/Morkardar

As George Jackson yelled, the Keeper's imps carried the Ferrari back through the sewers and to their master.


Sanctuary/Morkardar

Out of the darkness of the Caustic Caves, Spiderants climbed out of their holes, listening to the arachnid's message. Friendship? Gainful employment? That sure seemed much, much better than being fodder for some idiot human who wants to shoot a few of them to get his daily kicks. With happy chirps, a crowd of fifteen or so different versions of Spiderants ran up to the arachnid, waiting to hear the rest of the offer.


Outpost 341/Stradley Hollow

To the north were the swamps and mists of Stradley Hollow. If the envoys manage to get past the dense and obscuring white clouds that cover the top of the swamp, they're gonna find another problem in their path, as a giant winged creature, bigger than their gunships, suddenly descends from nowhere, attempting to pluck one of the gunships out of the sky and drag it further into the mist, with the other gunships getting a good look at nothing but its massive, scaly legs.


San Fransokyo/Gilgamesh Cruiser

Although there was a giant red bridge connecting San Fransokyo to the Gilgamesh Cruiser, Fyana was forced to seek other means of entering the chunk, as some form of shield had been erected around the end of the bridge connected to the Cruiser, and police officers could be seen patrolling the area. Fortunately, approaching the city from the sea seemed to be an easy task.


Santa Destroy

Travis' sudden appearance- and the threatening nature of his beam katana- were enough to calm down the crowd and force them to take just the right portion. Families took a little bit more, people by themselves took a little bit less. "Hey, you did a good job out there." The government worker taking care of the water truck said, pulling on his cap. "We're shit out of luck. The mayor bailed on us, jumped on his car and went up north... can you believe the dickwad? Leaving the people who elected him behind on the dirt?"


Twilight Town

Roxas' sudden order drew surprised gasps from the crowd, until the old man from before raised his fist at Roxas. "We ain't building no wall around the city until you tell us what's going on!" The crowd yelled yeah in unison, and once more started filling the air with rabbles and demands. That is, until a teenager ran in, panting, got on top of a bench and yelled at the top of his lungs, catching the attention of the crowd.

"Someone... someone just marched into Twilight Town!" He yelled, pointing at the road which the knights of Amn were taking into the city. "They, they have big swords, and a banner, and I THINK THEY'RE INVADING US!" At this, the crowd broke out in panic, everyone running as far away from possible into their homes, shutting down their stands and taking their valuables as they prepared for the incoming apocalypse.

edited 4th Apr '15 5:48:09 AM by Stratofarius

SR3NORMANDY Problem Child from N/A - In constant flux Since: Jul, 2012
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#225: Apr 4th 2015 at 6:42:40 AM

Iacon: Outer streets

Optimus watched the Autobots as they sprung into action. Some were clearing the roads, others were searching the rubble and some had taken charge of their own little bands, consulting with one another as to their best possible approaches to the challenges ahead. Perhaps more would have joined the effort had he kept certain elements of his story from them, to keep them focused, but Optimus was no liar. Besides, any good Autobot left contemplation until after the task at hand was achieved. You couldn't find a more task-oriented species anywhere else in the galaxy.

"Well, I guess this means we've gotten out of fixing space bridges, huh?" remarked Bumblebee, flashing a grin. Bulkhead gave a little moan of disappointment.

"Don't kick back just yet, kid," said Ratchet, finishing off Glyph's circuitry patch. The young Autobot flexed her shoulder, then smiled, giving him the thumbs up. She then looked to Optimus.

"I hope you know what you're doing, sir. Whenever anyone on this chunk of cybermatter wants answers, they're coming to you." And with that, she transformed and drove off down the street, around the corner and out of sight. Optimus watched her go.

"Ratchet's right," he began. "We've got a lot of work to do before Iacon can get back on its feet. First thing's first, I'm heading for the Metroplex. Bumblebee, you're with me. We'll need to clear some roads to get there. Ratchet, you and Bulkhead go wherever you're needed. Give these Autobots some direction. Keep them focused on the task at hand. Try to keep any from straying, if you can. Are we all clear?"

"Clear as a windshield off the assembly line, Boss-bot," affirmed Bumblebee. The other two nodded.

"Then let's roll out."

Optimus and Bumblebee transformed, tearing down the streets, making their way to the Metroplex capital building. Bulkhead turned to Ratchet.

"I wish I could drop huge inspiring speeches on demand."

"Trust me, kid, they stop being inspiring after the first million stellar cycles. What's important is that he told us what we're dealing with. I still can't wrap my processor over the fact that he actually needed to take over the PSA system, though."

"Why?" asked Bulkhead. "Because most Autobots just use PSAs to announce moral and safety lessons completely unrelated to anything actually worth a bolt?"

"No. It's because that responsibility should have fallen to the Council. It should have been the Magnus making that emergency address. And yet, it had to be a maintenance worker who did the deed, after a megacycle of inaction. Like it or not, Optimus has just humiliated the Council and the entire Elite Guard cadre. Maybe they'll finally put their afts into gear, now."

Ratchet turned to the bots he had treated, all of them on their feet and in a bit of a daze.

"Listen up, gearheads! We've got work to do. No use staying cosy here when there's bots in need. Let's motor!"


Iacon/Zaofu

Prowl watched.

And listened.

The organics seemed organised, judging by the uniform and apparent chain of command. Under the banner of an Earth Empire of sorts. He didn't find them as frightening as they claimed to be, but they certainly were interesting. Some of their words made little sense to him. Metalbender? Fascinating.

He remained behind his projection, hoping that he remained under their olfactory sensors for now. With luck and patience, he would trail their patrol until they returned to their base of operations. Perhaps then he would know enough to risk introductions.

edited 4th Apr '15 6:43:49 AM by SR3NORMANDY

What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

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