Repentia Diner, New Los Angeles
*There's a guy hanging around outside the diner. A guy, specifically, with a few interesting little details... He's clad in what looks like some form of security outfit, primarily black with a few green decorations on it, somewhat of a different shade of green from his eye, specifically the one that doesn't have an eyepatch covering it. To one side of him rests a pump-action shotgun, and he's holding a rather large box of what's probably just shotgun shells off to the other side of him. And in the hand on the shotgun side of him, he's holding some kind of phone, talking to someone on the other end of it.*
"How's the connection coming along over there? I don't wanna be stranded in some alter-dimensional shithole, having to look after a bunch of goddamn Scrakes that I have no hope of putting down alone, just because SOMEONE broke the teleporter."
*...Oh, it's probably also worth mentioning that there's a lot of silly-but-deep-voiced giggling and chainsaw revving noises coming from a bunch of crates in the diner proper.*
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
King of the Monsters
Hades chuckles. "You got that right! Now, what say you to a temporary alliance...? To be broken, of course, when our respective desires are met."
"Alright, with that settled, I hope to see you around!"
"He's gearing up for war."
Divine Burden
"If its destroyed, it'll let out a last signal to inform me of it, and I'll use a device made by Cinke or my own speed to get here instantly." she says.
—
"You're clever for a Greek god." he says. "These people know of me and yet they always say "Ho no Loki ! Why are you doing this ?!"
He imitate, perfectly, a female voice and let out a nasty laugh.
"If you do well though, you might be left off the hook. Unlike the rest of my pantheon and those brainless "vikings" that they love so much, I am a deity of art."
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
"And if she manages to deactivate it silently? As in, it doesn't send an emergency signal due to having the right wire cut or whatnot."
"Right. Until we meet again, then."
"See you around."
With that, Viserys and Serana proceed to take their leave.
Repenta Diner
The newcomer might notice Nicole
◊ sitting at the diner's bar, drinking a beer.
edited 17th May '18 8:08:32 AM by IchigoMontoya
King of the Monsters
"Heh. If conquest and destruction can be considered art, you might call me a master painter... and the mortal world is my paintbrush. Well, anyway, I have my own business to attend to. Ciao!" Hades vanishes in a puff of dark flames, leaving Loki alone with a bunch of mindless Underworld troops.
Mezzo warps out.
"He's gearing up for war."
Divine Burden
"We don't use technology such as that anymore." she says, laughing politely. "I asked Cinke to do it, its fail-proof and fit to counter Katre."
—
"... nevermind, still a greek god, sigh."
He led his new troops out of the area.
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
*Beat.*
"...Thank you, that's exactly the fucking opposite of what I wanted to hear. You did get the pod set up, though, right?"
*Another beat. The newcomer sighs, then gets off his chair, moving to hoist the ammo box onto one hip and reaching down to pick up the pump-action.*
"Well, okay... That doesn't fix everything, but it's something. Talk to you later."
*There's a beep from the phone as he hangs up, then he turns and wanders into the diner proper, spending a bit of time in there to fetch something from within. Cause, y'know, reasons. After some time rummaging around, he emerges again, holding what appears to be just some random ham sandwich, returning to his chair and sitting back down to start having a snack. As he does so, though, he notices Nicole's presence.*
"...Oh. Hello."
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
"Of friggin' course, it is..."
BE!Pietro lets out an annoyed sigh.
"You know, considering how much misplaced trust and faith you have in Katre, I'm starting to feel like you didn't have any faith in my plan, so you decided to let that bloodthirsty thing loose despite knowing how untrustworthy she is."
Nicole downs another sip of her beer, then looks at the newcomer.
"S'up, dude. I'm guessing that was a difficult co-worker on the other side of that call just now?"
Divine Burden
"I do have trust in it, but Troa at her full power is a major threat and we need something to cancel that mode." she says. "And you haven't found out a way to defeat it beside "throw bodies at it", right ? Even when a gauntlet was needed to beat Katre herself outright ?"
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
*The newcomer nods. His sandwich remains forgotten for now.*
"Pretty much. Sure, he's bloody brilliant at what he does, I'll give him that... But he's also a right bloody arsehole, completely insufferable, turned himself into some kind of horrific cyborg tentacle monster thing during a bout of insanity, and has terrible taste in pizza."
*There's a pause as the new guy takes a bite from his sandwich, turns to check back on the crates back in the diner, and then turns back to Nicole.*
"That, and now I'm stuck here hoping those things in the crates back there don't break out... Containment's gonna be a right fucking pain with just this pump-action."
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
"Neuff already gave us a good plan yesterday," BE!Pietro replies. "And I picked out the Homunculi because their ablities should be able to deal with Troa's own."
"Huh... Sounds like a real handful, this guy. No, that wasn't a tentacle cyborg monster pun, I could practically see that question forming in your head."
Nicole chuckles, then downs the rest of her beer before raising an eyebrow at the crate.
"Call it a hunch, but something tells me popping that bad boy open would essentially be like opening Pandora's box. Oh, my name's Nicole, by the way!"
Divine Burden
« It still went on for a while, and Troa had the time to train for it. We should still hear Katre out. »
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
*He shrugs.*
"Honestly? Yeah. But if it weren't for him, I wouldn't exist even as an idea."
*There's a pause, followed by the guy turning around and just screaming at the creatures in the crates to* "SHUT UUUUUUUUP!" *, only for him to be answered by somewhere over forty enraged roars one after the other. The expression on his face after that is just the epitome of "well I don't know what I expected"... He decides to distract himself by turning back to Nicole.*
"...Anyway. Name's Defos."
edited 17th May '18 9:01:42 AM by engie
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
"Assuming she wasn't just lying her ass off for a get out of jail free card, that is," BE!Pietro remarks. "I mean, if she hates Troa so much and knew this 'weakness', what stopped her from using it earlier to kill and overthrow her? Heck, why'd she even willingly lick that spoiled brat's boots for so long?"
"Your annoying co-worker... is also your maker? ...Yeah, that sounds about right."
Nicole looks first at Defos' screaming contest with whatever's in the crate, then at the empty beer bottle in her hand.
"Nope, I'm definitely not drunk right now."
She disposes of said bottle, then glances at the crate once more before fixing Defos with a curious look.
"Say, Defos... what the hell are those screeching things in that box supposed to be?"
edited 17th May '18 9:15:45 AM by IchigoMontoya
Divine Burden
"Troa wouldn't need 100% to defeat and kill Katre. Apparently, it's tied to this transformation too, so it'd be useless on her base form. That said, if we manage to exploit that weakness and blast her away while she's reeling from it, we could win."
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
*Defos nods.*
"Well, indirectly. Similar cloning techniques, different results. Some other people handled the creation of me and my peers - if he'd actually fully made me, we wouldn't be talking. I'd probably be making whatever angry noises happen while trying to hack you open with a longsword jammed through my armbones."
*Going by his expression, he's entirely serious about what he just said. He then turns to check on the crates again, sighting while hearing one of the things inside start banging on the side of the crate. Internally, he honestly hopes he hasn't pissed it off enough for it to actually want to kill him...*
"Those things? Scrakes. Very large angry blokes with chainsaws on one arm. SUPPOSEDLY first meant to be prototype medics, build to shrug off artillery and perform mid-battle life-saving amputations... And then they developed sadistic streaks."
*Beat.*
"Takedowns on those have proven quite popular with people who tune in and watch our shit. At least, enough so that we're making more money from it than it costs to make a batch of them..."
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
King of the Monsters
Spiralblock Peak
The Gravemind's voice speaks. When the end comes is meaningless. The end will come, one way or another.
The Spartan-IV Combat Form, one of the Flood forms that appeared in the Spiralblock Peak battle with the Flood, respawns.
Go. Be the messenger. Remind them why we do this.
A Banshee spawns next to the Spartan-IV Combat Form. It hops aboard and begins making its way south.
"He's gearing up for war."
"Well, isn't that just awfully goddamn convenient?"
BE!Pietro proceeds to stab one of his daggers into a rock before pulling it back out.
"I... honestly can't tell if you're joking about that or not, dude."
Nicole's gaze shifts over to the crate full of Scrakes.
"Wow. So, these things were supposed to be life savers... then they somehow became murderous death machines. How do you even manage such a huge fuckup?"
Then she raises an eyebrow at Defos.
"Tune in and watch... are you saying that you're actually some kinda technologically advanced reality show star?"
*Defos glances back to the Scrake crate once again. There's a long pause, and he looks a little bit contemplative for a time... Then, he shrugs.*
"Eh. Their maker wasn't in the most stable mind when he made them, from what I heard. Probably slipped whatever turned them sadistic in as a little fuck you to anyone trying to use them seriously..."
*Cue sandwich bite. And him turning back to Nicole again to give her a shrug.*
"Uh... I guess. That's one way of putting it. Wasn't the plan, originally, but... Funding for this shit has to come from somewhere, and now that it's a thing, cutting it would be a shitshow."
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
Divine Burden
« Hm.... something is coming up. Apologies. »
Deut use her device to warp away back to her world
edited 17th May '18 10:00:31 AM by Bolded1
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
BE!Pietro watches as Deut teleports away, then dashes off.
"In that case, I seriously hope they started hiring sane, rational folks to invent their life-saving bots from then on."
Nicole then flashes a good-natured smirk at Defos.
"Huh... mind telling me what time and channel I can find Scrake Hunters on, Defos?"
edited 17th May '18 10:31:32 AM by IchigoMontoya
*Beat.*
"That's... definitely not the name of whatever we do. Dunno what it's called, actually... What I do know is we got more than just those chainsaw bastards back there."
*There's a pause, then Defos sits up a little in his chair, taking another bite from the sandwich. As he does so, there's the sound of whirring from within the diner, followed by a bright flash of light, then mechanical stomping. A moment later... well, for lack of better description, this guy
◊ promptly walks out of the diner. Defos doesn't even bother turning around, still managing to strike up conversation.*
"ALRIGHT, I FIXED THE DAMN TELEPORTER. STILL GOT ALL THE SCRAKES?"
"Yeah, they're all there. Probably fucking pissed as usual, though."
"TOLD YOU NOT TO YELL AT THEM... ANYWAY, YEAH. TELEPORTER'S FIXED. GO USE IT. OR... WHATEVER."
*The big cyborg mutant monster guy proceeds to turn around and walk back into the diner, picking up one of the crates without even breaking stride and disappearing back through the teleporter. Defos, to his credit, doesn't seem to have given a single shit about what just happened, still just enjoying his sandwich...*
edited 17th May '18 10:19:37 AM by engie
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
Nicole simply watches as the large mutant appears, exchanges words with Defos, and leaves with the crate of Scrakes in tow.
"...That mutant dude was way more articulate than I thought he'd be. Like, I was just expecting him to grunt or talk in broken sentences."
*Defos shrugs, turning to Nicole and continuing to nom the sandwich, now slinging his pump-action onto his back.*
"Well, yeah. Doing whatever he did to himself didn't exactly do much to curb his intellect. Probably for the best, he's the only one who knows how to work the bloody teleporter. Well, aside from Hans... probably..."
*Beat.*
"Well, I probably shouldn't keep him waiting too long. Teleporter takes a lot of power to maintain..."
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
"And if she bypasses the shock collar while you and Ain aren't around to keep her in check? Besides, knowing that monster, she's probably been itching for a chance to kill me and the others who beat her."
Viserys and Serana both nod to Mezzo.
"Duly noted."
"Understood."