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ImmortalNeet Eternal Princess from Eientei Since: Feb, 2014 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Eternal Princess
#4401: Nov 29th 2016 at 3:07:09 AM

Common Room

"Drawing."

The child showed off her the fruits of her labor with pride despite the amateurish skill level. The piece she was currently working on was what the Cure would look like if he was friendly...and brushed his teeth. She separated some blank pages and colored pencils for Lisa's use.

"I also have things to read if you're bored."

She brought up her bag and spilled the contents on the table. Art history books just a bit more advanced then a girl her age should be reading and fashion magazines. A music player also rolled out. Apparently the girl forgot to properly turn it off as a familiar tune softly escaped the earbuds.

When the two new comers came into the room the child looked up. This was another group with really neat outfits, even more so. Others were cool and different, but these ones were cute as well. Feeling a surge of inspiration, she took a brand new paper and tried to capture the image on paper. When she finished, she raised it, looking at her work critically. She liked it, but she somehow felt like her drawing was...off.

Meanwhile the the french woman watched the room from the labeled Santa Destroy information booth, pamphlets and all. Her concern was primarily with the changing of the map.

She had to make a conscientious effort not to smile too widely with the results, it was too perfect. Killy Krooza got them selves offed? And after all that posturing. Shame they didn't take more out with them, but them hanging around any longer would have proved more harmful in the long run. Especially with the Kaptain paying them an early visit. A part of her regretted that she didn't have BCN coverage with the orks. They were big ugly mean sons of bitches, perfect for tv. But she got the feeling any equipment she sent over would merely have been looted and duck tape to that garbage they called equipment.

Outworld and Koan were still standing, she wasn't surprised at that. They were both too stubborn to die. She liked their tenacity, but their inability to play ball made them dangerous. Its what made the difference between assassins and mass murderers, rules of engagement. Well, that, and one was better payed. Outworld had to be creating some amazing material for the network. She couldn't wait to go over it when time permitted. She wondered who was the poor idiot they managed to fool into taking that position.

All these chucks were incredibly strong, and the empire was managing to simultaneously fight all of them. That old hag talked numbers in her ear about how the forces they were facing in Santa Destroy was but a fraction on the Empire's actual might. She didn't actually pay it much mind, figuring if nothing else the cure must be balancing things in his way again. Looking at this now, she wondered if Battleworld was only standing because the Empire was spreading their strength across all these nations each with their own unique challenges and tactics. The empires forces was sweeping the planet however. They were like a great flood, drowning off the weak, only the strong surviving.

Mata nui was gone, which was an annoyance. That meant even less BCN coverage area. Peace river she did not have the chance to deal with, they seemed to be weapon dealers was all she could gather. Less competition for Naomi she supposed. Much of the land mass south east to Santa Destroy was obliterated, which worked for her. Less neighbors meant less danger. Death was their punishment for being weak. She could also probably use this whole sale slaughter to her advantage, rattle the cages of all those too passive to fight to spur them to action. Like those snotty little brats making friends when the world around them dies.

Then her heart sank. Her face froze into a friendly mask, not letting anyone see what she was feeling. It was gone, the bamboo forest, the princess. She wanted to take Jeane. She would have loved it. A real life fairy tail princess. But the tournament, the invasion, just like always, work got in the way. Now it was a missed opportunity, gone forever.

It felt wrong. Watching the weak die was natural for her, it was how things are, how things should be. But the bamboo princess, Kaguya, she was different. She was a fairy tail, a princess, she was suppose to be above all this. She was suppose to be from a place beyond this sick world of killers, perverts, and idiots. At least Sylvia wanted her to be. But she was dead now, or only spared such a fate through the whim of the Cure. There was no place in this world for fairy land. This was her world where there were no princesses, no prince charming, no happily ever afters, and no more heroes. This was Battleworld, and there was just one truth, who was stronger.

She took a look at the new territory. The bamboo forest with the fairy tail princess was replaced with hell, merde. The denizens weren't hard to spot, they were the new comers playing 20 questions with the Cure like everyone who came through. Still, they weren't exactly what she was...expecting. At least New Hell had weird scarfs and skull decorations to help sell the idea they were demons. For starters, the purple haired one...she wouldn't look out of place wearing a randoseru. The other one at least had a horn, but the fact that it was decorated with a bright yellow star undermined any intimidation it brought. There was something about the blonde though, something almost instinctual that made the hair in the back of Sylvia's neck stand up. A feeling that despite her appearance, the two were on completely separate steps of the food chain.

As the french woman watched the youkai pair, a group of men and filming equipment appeared in the room. Left overs from Mata nui.

"That was fucking intense!"

Tattoos, spikes, anarchy symbols, Metallica and Misfit t-shirts, it wouldn't take long for modern chunk dwellers to recognize them as a rabble of punk, rockers, and metal heads.

"Holy shit! Its SATAN! FUCK YEAH!"

The group held out their hands with the sign of the horns in a sign of respect for the prince of lies. Others got on the hands and knees, doing a I'm not worthy routine. Meanwhile a Japanese man wearing a skull bandanna over the lower half of his face looked about the room confused.

"The fuck? This don't look like Mata Nui. Shit, we dead?"

edited 4th Dec '16 12:35:56 AM by ImmortalNeet

How do you kill that which has no life?
wikkit Since: Sep, 2009
#4402: Nov 29th 2016 at 12:54:46 PM

Minds are hardly an exact thing, and the nature of memories means that unwanted chaff is often carried along. Words and images become intertwined, and to look at one without the other never worked...but dear lord, this man happened to have a very active mind, for lack of a better word. She stared at him impassively, even if internally she was having an array of different reactions, as she sorted through many different things in the span of a few seconds.

On the man himself, his memories certainly offered an interesting portrait...not really of Junpei himself, but where he came from. Whatever little fragments of imagery she saw of his home made it look like the outside world, but at the same time he recalled much about demons, youkai and places that hardly looked ordinary in contrast. She couldn't tell much more from imagery, but she was certainly interested in meeting a man who could summon youkai outright.

Now then, onto business. It was a shame he hadn't properly visited any of these places, but this information on their neighbors seemed well enough as-is. What she could glean of Outworld, it gave her the impression of a nation of mad barbarians who would probably try and break down the doors to Hell as soon as possible. That can't be allowed, but at the same time their leader seemed human. Tall, but mundane. Perhaps the same was the case of the rest of their kind. The idea that a nation of conquerors led by a man clad in bone was apparently only the second worst was disquieting...

Santa Destroy was ultimately confusing. The parade of images of humans, if some of them could be called such, hardly seemed like they would all come from the same place let alone be working together. Their violent tendencies would indeed earn them caution if those folk were the ones running their states, but what little she could see left them more of an enigma than Outworld. Satori had even less idea of how Americans acted like normally, only a couple of her books ever dealt with them. She pushed aside the image of the, as Junpei's mind put it, "bondage wall" very quickly...

It looks like Zi-Jen Cheng was another mystery, because what knowledge he had was of its residents. Very strange folk outfitted with technology that looked like it was above the other two nations...though, that woman with the laser swords from Santa Destroy might be on their level. Whatever, there would be time to figure out ascending tiers of technology in due time. If this giant didn't let them go sooner than later, she imagined they would have as much time as possible to scout them out.

The little idea of that there was a bamboo forest, with a princess named Kaguya wasn't what she was looking for, but it raised a few alarms. That must be some other one, she never recalled an entire forest disappearing above ground, something which would've made the news even down there. Satori had read many different versions of the same incorrect tale of the bamboo cutter, and maybe Junpei was just incorrectly remembering some story he read while young.

Lastly, Satori noticed the rather constant attention Junpei gave to her looks. As the years went by, even if she didn't get used to it she simply learned to ignore it, but this man was really, really focused on her. She could say it was herself being the trigger, but maybe he was just the kind of man to think about women all the time. At least it didn't get explicit, but she did note something else: for all his talk, he barely paid attention to Yuugi, who Satori was convinced had always looked better than her. That must say something about his tastes...

All of that cleared up, and Satori heard loudly and clearly as Junpei made a good guess. There was the temptation to ignore it, let him keep guessing, but she figured he did her a service and didn't need any more stress. Though, it was a strong temptation...

As soon as she was finished, Satori released her grasp on his mind, only listening to his feelings because she couldn't remove it fully, and the feeling of unease was all but gone in an instant. Her mouth curled into a cat's smile, sly, understated and playful, as her tone became very casual-sounding. "Yes, I did hear all of that, Mr. Iori. I can say that it wasn't that embarrassing..."

Yuugi, who had been very patiently waiting for her shorter companion to actually do something, rolled her eyes as soon as she spoke. Something that very few people ever got used to was how Satori never stopped showing off that she could read minds. It was obnoxious, and to think that this was the first thing she did when meeting a foreigner was aggravating.

"Now, now, Yuugi," she said, looking up at the oni, "It would be much worse to lie to his face about what I just did to him, now wouldn't it?" She looked back to the man, nodding sagely. "Don't worry, I won't do it any further. You've told me more than enough, so I'll just let you tell me anything more in person. It's strange how you're more well-versed in youkai than some humans from where I come from, so tell me, what are your experiences with us?"

tvtropesnoob Since: Feb, 2011
#4403: Nov 29th 2016 at 1:11:22 PM

Harry, shuttle

With more than a dozen people squeezed into one tiny space, it didn't take long for things to get weird.

Carlos bust out laughing at Bond's stripper display, while Molly turned beat red (but didn't look away, of course).

"Pleasure ride in more than one way, eh?", Carlos chortled to the two of us.

I rolled my eyes. "Better hurry up and pack it in, Bond. Pretty sure my two cohorts here are ten seconds away from stealing the pile of clothes on the ground and dragging it back to their rooms." Molly squeaked and Bond glared at me. In other words, I was completely right.

I shot them a cheeky grin, then grabbed onto one of the handles as the shuttle lifted off.

"Alright folks", I yelled louder, to the entire shuttle. "Time to get serious. We have until this little pleasure cruise is over to get everyone on the same page. Han, what's our ETA?"

edited 29th Nov '16 1:11:42 PM by tvtropesnoob

megarockman from The Sixth Borough (Experienced Trainee)
#4404: Nov 29th 2016 at 4:53:06 PM

Alpha Bridge

"Had you asked me two minutes ago, I would have directed you to the other bridge in the south. As it is, the Americans have said that that advance there has been stopped too - clean-up operations are underway. Are you willing to provide aerial support and recon for us? The Americans are in the process of getting Blackhawk helicopters into the air, but they still need some time to prepare." The Lieutenant looked back at Mio, taking a moment to allow the implications of that to set in before proceeding to the other thing she had brought up. "Do you know which way our mysterious allies have gone?"

Park

"I'll be alright, Valentine-san," Mami said, the smile on her face faltering just a bit after she summoned her own Soul Gem into her hand and had taken a look at it.

"Oi." Kyoko's arrival announcement was brief - somewhere along the way she had left her red Magical Girl uniform and returned to her previous hoodie-and-shorts, but other than that she didn't quite look as worse for the wear as Mami seemed to be. "Well, that was interesting. First time I've beaten down someone from science fiction."

Imperial Shuttle IN SPACE...maybe

Well, this was becoming quite interesting. Kyubey remained in his perch on the shelf above Bond's sudden strip dance but turned his attention towards the rest of the shuttle's passengers, especially once Dresden took charge and spoke up. Had they met, the Witches might well have been joined in their curiosity at the magic potential Kyubey could sense from many different others coming along for the ride with him. His head very quietly moved out from his hiding spot to get a better listen to the conversations about the plan, moving down every so often when Bond spoke up.

The damned queen and the relentless knight.
Lemurian from Touhou fanboy attic Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: Buried in snow, waiting for spring
#4405: Nov 29th 2016 at 11:02:41 PM

Folkestone Air Base Airspace & Shuttle

The four Strike Witches followed behind the shuttle, making sure to stay close enough to escort the aircraft but lagging behind to make it look like they were chasing it.

Meanwhile in the shuttle, Shirley managed to get a peek at Bond's physique through Sypha's fingers, grinning. Ooh, very nice. Way too old for her, obviously, but you didn't let an excellent pair of legs go unappreciated. Other than that, Shirley kept quiet and listened to the others explain the situation. She didn't respond to Han's comment either. After all, going by the really high average age in this team from her point of view, it was a valid point to make. She'd show her worth in action, not through acting like a kid and proving his point.


Alpha Bridge

"We can do that, yes."

Of course, it meant her and Yoshika would have to take a break while the other two worked, because of the differences between their Striker Units. As for their allies...

"The last reading I got on them was them heading west and then I lost them. I could track them down again, but it would waste time."

And also magical energy, since her Magic Eye would be working overtime. But she couldn't tell that to the soldier, obviously.


Anglerfish Team - Common Room

"Alright, let's go!"

"YEAH!"

The garage doors of the tank crew's room opened, and a moment later a full-size tank rolled out, the 12-cylinder Maybach engine pumping out a loud and steady rhythm as the medium tank carefully made its way to an open spot along a wall of the Common Room. There, it came to a stop, angled so that the left side was facing the middle of the room, and four out of the five girls in the team climbed out to take up positions, Mako opting for taking a nap inside.

Saori, inexplicably dressed in a cute maid outfit that would not have been out of place in a maid cafe, set up a table in front of the tank. Hana, for the occasion dressed in a fine blue kimono, laid out a plaid blanket on top of the tank, set a vase of flowers on the hatch and started preparing tea for Miho, in her dark blue combat uniform. Finally, Yukari unrolled a large banner with the words:

Hire a tank!

The banner was soon followed by a second banner proudly showing the school emblem of Ooarai Girls High School. Yukari herself was dressed up in full British tank crew garb ca. WW 2 and took up position on the rear end of the tank grinning from ear to ear.

On the table maid Saori was manning was a list, set up in much the same layout one might expect of a high school club seeking members, asking the interested party to write down name, affiliation and contact details.

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Uncandescent One Brunch Man Since: Jul, 2010 Relationship Status: Coming soon to theaters
One Brunch Man
#4406: Nov 30th 2016 at 12:52:07 AM

Santa Destroy Desert

The tank landed on its top with a plume of sand with a heavy, but non-fatal crunch, over-turned and under control like a sand-covered mushroom. But Anri couldn't take the opportunity to bask; even as Charlie was meeting his opponent head-on, his confusing but vaguely inspiring bravado blaring into Anri's cockpit, the Saika host was rousing Glastonbury from the ground into a samurai crouch in time with an exhaled breath. Her hand-by-proxy fell into position by her side, ready to disable the vehicle before it could finish off her comrade, only to encounter a wrinkle—her sword was still buried in the sand, some ways back.

A short distance away, Santa Death Parade's detached shoulder spike gleamed.

Anri quickly made up her mind and turned to race to claim it, mindful that the enemy vehicle might have yet more surprises up its metallic sleeve. Charlie made his debut at the robot's cockpit, just as Anri's hand-by-proxy closed around the pitch-black surface of the shoulder spike. She pulled it out and turned around in one fluid motion, legs cocking underneath her as she braced the palm of her off-hand against the spike's meager length, ready to stave off an eleventh hour blow. But then she realized, suddenly that they had won. The AT-AT's weaponry was powerful, but held as it was, there was nothing stopping the other mech from finishing it off. The line between victor and combatant is thin. Saika whispered, speaking up for the first time since her impromptu dream. For most warriors, the time spent in the space in-between is so short that it may as well not exist at all. Santa Death Parade reared back. Now that you are in this space, what will you do?

When Santa Death Parade's first blow struck, rattling the AT-AT's cockpit but not yet killing anyone inside, Glastonbury's robotic legs took off, launching forward from a crouch. The second blow came, and went, and Glastonbury's carnation-colored thrusters picked up where its momentum left off. The robot's off arm extended in front of it, forming an ironsights of sorts on the AT-AT's head, leaving all of its robotic heft to pool in her spike arm. And as the third blow surged forward, Glastonbury's thrusters would throttle, its feet would drag against the sand, and all of its kinetic energy would come through in a final thrust that—!

CLANG

—if successful, would pierce the side of Santa Death Parade's fist, veering it off course from the death blow to the AT-AT's head, and the pilots within. Glastonbury's emerald optics would peer over its steady outstretched arm as it held the spike firm, making somewhat unnecessary eye-contact with Santa Death Parade's pockmarked chassis. "It's over," Anri would say with some finality, lightly panting, both over the relay to Charlie's cockpit and over the speakers to the rest of the battle. "We have won the battle. There is no point to killing anymore." Then, though no one could see it, she would blush and look down at her controls. "Mercy, is its own kind of strength. Maybe that's... a woman, thing." She would also say, awkwardly trying to parrot his bravado back at him in an attempt to get through to what seemed like a particularly... special individual. She would quickly shake it off, and attempt to bring up a view of the other pilot so she could look at him directly. "But I think you can understand, anyway." She would say, her brown eyes standing firm.

edited 30th Nov '16 12:53:00 AM by Uncandescent

If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
SR3NORMANDY Problem Child from N/A - In constant flux Since: Jul, 2012
Problem Child
#4407: Nov 30th 2016 at 2:27:07 AM

The Orion

The Death Star was enormous. Initial long-range scans were unable to capture the entire sphere, and best calculations based on its curvature placed it at around 150 000 mechanometres in diameter. The ship rocked as it started passing through its magnetic field, and Optimus was suddenly feeling doubt. Even with every organic nation down on the planet's surface allied together, how could something so massive be challenged?

And yet here he was, challenging it.

"Prowl, keep scanning the frequencies for chatter. We're not in contact range of that battlestation yet, but there's something we need to try."

Once Prowl thumbed on all frequencies, Optimus leaned forward to speak into the comm-unit.

"People of Battleworld. The enemy that has invaded us has retreated to its battle station in orbit of the planet. I fear it won't be long before they escalate the conflict, and so drastic action is required. Iacon is buckling down, looking inwards for its protection, but not all Autobots are ignoring the threat above us. We have just left the planet's atmosphere and are preparing to make a strike, but we can't do it alone. I am sending these coordinates through for a rendezvous, so that we may unite."

"I am Optimus Prime, and I send this message to any organics willing to take the battle to the stars. We are here. We are waiting."

The Orion slowed, then activated its retro-thrusters to hold position. It wouldn't be long, now.

What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?
Meanken Since: May, 2013
#4408: Nov 30th 2016 at 9:31:09 AM

Imperial Shuttle

Han turned to reply to Harry, raising a finger. "Look, kid, I don't know how far out from orbit this thing-"

Before he could finish, a blue portal suddenly appeared in the middle of the shuttle.

"What the-does someone want to explain what in blazes is that?"

Meanwhile, as people were selected to be a part of the task force, portals would appear in front of them, which would take them directly into the shuttle to the Death Star.

Optimus Prime-Orion

Inside the Death Star, air control detected an incoming ship.

"Sir, we have a contact! Scanners are unable to identify the ship's make."

"Odd. Open a comms channel."

"There's no response. They don't even seem to have a holocom in the ship."

The lieutenant mused on this for a moment before speaking. "Very well. Assume hostiles. Activate tractor beam, bring them inside."

The beam went on, and the Orion would find the ship unable to move as it was slowly dragged toward he Death Star, massive groups of Turbolasers on the surface becoming visible as it closed in.

Gaige-Castlevania

Gaige, not exactly having much else to do, followed Dracula.

"They're gonna blow the whole thing up?" There was a momentary pause as one might assume she was panicking or freaking out, before she said. "Oh wow, how are they doing it? They gonna vaporize the atmosphere, drop a bunch of giant 100 story insects on us, mind control us all, giant death laser, or just ram that giant battle station into the planet?"

edited 30th Nov '16 9:40:53 AM by Meanken

GeekCodeRed Since: Sep, 2010
#4409: Nov 30th 2016 at 10:38:34 AM

Bond - Mile High Strip Club, Shuttle Approaching Orbit

"A minute is time we don't have." Bond said, beginning to unbutton his shirt. "According to the Cure, we have two hours until the Death Star fires. "

The last button undone, the shirt fell to the floor, and his bare back was exposed to the rest of the group. Taught muscle lay under skin that bore the scars of many adventures. Old bullet wounds, knife scars, a burn mark or two.

Those with extensive knowledge of the male anatomy would see that his muscles were not the pure mass of a bodybuilder, the wiry frame of an athlete, or even the sculpted abs of a preening narcissist. He bore the musculature of warrior: endurance over raw power. They were thick and taught, but lacked definition, lying under a thin layer of padding fat.

And yes, if anyone peered at his front, they would find his chest had a layer of blonde hair.

"They're welcome to them, Dresden." He replied, bending down to remove his socks. "I'm not going to be carry a suitcase into battle, and I doubt this shuttle will survive our assault."

He paused, and glanced over his shoulder.

"Besides. This is nothing they haven't seen before, right?"

And the underwear came down, giving the shuttle's occupants and those who went through the portal immediately an unimpeded view of his toned ass.

A view that was quickly interrupted as he pulled on a new pair almost as quickly as he had shucked the first.


Q - Common Room

The young scientist walked swiftly out of the Common Corridor, and made a beeline straight through the Common Room. It wasn't to a portal, or to the Cure, or even to the camera upon the seat labeled "James Bond".

It was to the tank.

He halted in front of it, staring, before reaching out and brushing his fingers along it.

"Dear lord... This..." He looked at the girls who had driven it into the Common Room. "This is a Panzer IV, isn't it? Ausf. H, if I'm not mistaken? ...where did you get this?"

LizardOfAus (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#4410: Nov 30th 2016 at 4:20:15 PM

Underground

Asriel gasped as Sev fired on him again, but Undyne wasn't about to let that happen. The Captain dove in front of the boy, earning herself double the hard hits. She paused for a moment after the last shot, her breath hitching for the narrowest split of a second, and afterwards she seemed a little more unsteady on her feet. Seeing this, 03 and 04 redoubled their attack on Sev, while she threw a few more spears at the ship, as if trying to reassure her women.

"Give it up, traitor..." she rasped, "The only way out for you is through a coffin, or better yet an urn."

edited 30th Nov '16 4:20:31 PM by LizardOfAus

And a Strange Figure Emerges.
Dblade26 The Grand Re-Vizier from Everywhere Since: Dec, 2011
The Grand Re-Vizier
#4411: Nov 30th 2016 at 5:28:21 PM

Damian Wayne-HGT with the police

Damian snorted derisively at the policeman's sob story.

"-Tt-, They were fools who got what they deserved for not being prepared enough to hold onto their own lives. Or else equally stupid for throwing their lives away in service to imbeciles who couldn't keep them alive."

He stared down at the floor of the car, gauntlet-clad hands clenched tight with a sullen scowl on his face, obviously upset by the metrics of anyone with a decent grasp of body language though if pressed he'd insist it was because they were wasting time on meaningless background noise.

"Still, I suppose I'll do my best to beat this murdering swordsman if I encounter him, as much to test my skills as anything. Whether he has powers or not."

He sat there thinking back to all the other beings he'd encountered over the years and what he might do if someone like that was ever running rampant in Gotham, had put eleven of the police officers in 'his territory to the blade.

Fortunately, he was distracted from the thought by one of the would-be Sherlock Holmes-es pointing out what they called Hell's Gate. Damian didn't have any mystical sixth sense, not really. But it probably didn't take the Son of Batman to know that the big, ominous, in-his-opinion badly hidden structure was probably the most dangerous thing in this chunk.

"So what is it then? Some sort of interdimensional portal? zone where the laws of nature don't apply? Literal gateway into hell? Whatever it is I doubt I'll be going there soon...unless of course we have to go there for some idiotic, world-saving reason later on. In any case I'm still not sure what it is you think we can help you with that a simple night of ripping your leadership to shreds wouldn't do faster...but I did say I'd come along for the ride and hear you out I suppose."

GameGuruGG Vampire Hunter from Castlevania (Before Recorded History)
Vampire Hunter
#4412: Nov 30th 2016 at 5:49:05 PM

Sypha, Shuttle

"You keep captaining this ship, Mister... That portal means people are coming here to help us," Sypha clarified when Han made his complaint. "The demonic captor who stranded us here believes in fair play, and he has seemingly kept to that."

"And put some pants on, James Bond!" Sypha verbally complained to Bond's striptease, having had it with the absurdity of the situation.


Dracula & Death, Castlevania Portal

"The Cure never actually specified what the weapon did other than it would spell doom for the entire planet," Dracula stated as he opened up the Document on the Empire again. "The document that has been useful for my plans so far says 'Bigass cannon capable of destroying planets, but takes hours to charge at least'... I can only assume that cannon has been charging up all day and in two hours it will be fully charged."

"So... I am going with 'giant death laser' of your options, given the weapons of the Imperial Army," Dracula concluded to Gaige, at least confirming one of her ideas. "That feels like the most probable choice."

Dracula blinked as he waited for the Cure to allow him to join on the raid against the Death Star. After all, if Dracula was to choose one warrior from his land and everything in his castle was on the line, then he, Dark Lord Dracula, would go himself to assure the success of the mission. But the portal he expected to bring them to the raid never came. Dracula looked annoyed and confused. That meant someone from his chunk was already part of the raid.

"Wait a minute... Who from my world would just charge headlong into an armored fortre—" Dracula looked at his own armored fortress that was his own cast, and with the rage of a thousand suns, knew the answer. "BELMONT!!!"

After that bellowing rage against his eternal nemesis, Dracula flew off into the portal, leaving Gaige behind with Death. Death had remained at the portal.


Lisa & Dracula, Common Room

"Impressive for one as young as you," Lisa commented on the artwork that she had done... It certainly needed work, of course. However, this was a little girl and her art was impressive for her age.

Meanwhile, Dracula stormed out of the Castlevania Portal to take his own assessment of what had happen, and grimaced at what the map revealed. His allies of Cairo and Hades had disappeared from the map, leaving him with only Kaon as an ally, and he did not particularly trust them. How can he fix this? DK Isle was still there, but was under the control of Folkestone now. Perhaps he should try to exploit the friendliness of the Witches of Folkestone and ally with them as well, but they may be on bad terms with Kaon. What was more concerning was the disappearance of Toto Bunny. He was going to use his next wish to bring Majorita under his control and not the control of Usalia. He looked over at the Cure, considering his options, figuring that it did not hurt to ask.

"Tell me, Cure... Is the one known as Majorita still alive?" Dracula quietly asked the Cure, wanting confirmation before asking his next question.

edited 30th Nov '16 7:54:34 PM by GameGuruGG

Wizard Needs Food Badly
FallenLegend Trickster. from Navel Of The Moon. Since: Oct, 2010
Trickster.
#4413: Nov 30th 2016 at 7:38:59 PM

Starfire——Common Room——Parting words

"Our time has been but brief, but it has been quite enjoyable. I wish we can meet each other again in brighter circumstances," Starfire told Aigis with half a smile.

The alien princess turned around to Piper, " I do not think we have met before. I am Starfire. I do not believe there is a bad time to make new friends even before a dangerous mission."

Starfire then offered her hand to Piper so they would cross together. "I am glad I do not have to embark this mission on my own."

"Star, don't forget your communicator so we can talk. I promise we will find a way to be with you." Robin told Starfire

"Yeah. Don't forget we are here for you." Beast boy told Starfire.

The whole group, except for Raven, touched her in the shoulder before she left.

"I want to see you again. Don't do anything stupid," Raven told Starfire with her arms crossed and a cold glance.

Whether or not Piper accepted her offer, Starfire took a last glance at Aigis and the titans an then, with her eyes closed, she crossed the portal.


Starfire—Shuttle

After exiting the portal Starfire opened her eyes and then she smiled.

"Greetings my friends." She raised her hand to say hello. "My name is Starfire of the teen titans. We came to answer the call of "the cure" to save this world from certain doom. We do not mean any harm," she told the group that included Han Solo, Harry and Shypa

edited 30th Nov '16 8:23:34 PM by FallenLegend

Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
TheodoreHastings Since: Jan, 2013
#4414: Nov 30th 2016 at 8:49:14 PM

HGT Police HQ Rooftop: Sorry in Advance if This Makes You Queasy

Horai (literally) dragged the semi-conscious agent off the ramp, just as his associate bolted up it with one of the stormtrooper's blasters. Inside the shuttle, the pilot would find the blaster barrel glued to his temple before he could raise the ship off the ground.

"If you value your life," his new captor frowned, "you will lower the ramp and come with me."

Outside the shuttle, Horai was venting his frustration by throwing Agent Raan to the ground and striking his face till the little man was fully awake; the Director wasn't about to be cheated of his revenge.

"How does it feel, Raan; to be broken by the people you spat on?"

A thought occurred to him, and a cruel, gnashing grin curled on Horai's face. He lifted Raan onto his feet—supporting him by the collar if need be—only to drive his only arm into the agent's gut. Repeatedly. For as long as Raan remained standing. When the beaten man finally fell, he'd find a polished shoe painfully driving into his cracking ribs.

"I'm not done with you yet! Get up!"

Dragging him to his feet again (by the hair this time), Horai continued his "brute strength" demonstration by treating Raan like an old punching bag.

"You threaten to destroy my city." A hook to the jaw. "You demean us." A jab to the ribs. "You humiliate me in front of everyone!" A trip and grapple to drive Raan into the ground.

"You treat your own soldiers like props—toys to throw away on a whim!" He crushes the agent's right hand under his heel. "And at the first sign of danger you flee to your damn space ship!" He stomps on the left hand next.

"What are you doing?!" the Director's associate cries. The frowning man holds his blaster by the Imperial pilot's side, though judging from the scene before them, death by blaster seemed like a gift; one that the pilot's captor wouldn't give him. When they were out of the shuttle's cover, the frowning man muttered to his hostage:

"There is a sniper scoping this rooftop. Do so much as cough without my consent and your brain will scatter on the concrete. Just like the guards."

With that friendly warning, he lowered the blaster and stepped towards the roof's edge, to the brutal beating.

"Stand down, Yoshi." he barked, "We need him alive."

"What's the point?" Horai grunted as he drove his heel into Raan's groin. "They're going to destroy the whole damn planet, with or without him."

"You don't know tha—"

"He said it, Goro! I heard him say it!"

Horai's face, now shaded by ragged hair and spattered with Raan's blood, turned to his comrade for what felt like the first time. Goro's frown vanished with his dropped jaw, as he witnessed what three days on Battleworld had whittled his friend down to. The stoic and strategic Yoshimitsu Horai was dead; suffocated by one disastrous failure after another.

Still, despite his frowns, Goro was a notorious optimist; perhaps he could raise his friend from the grave. "You're better than this, Yoshi. He called us 'savages' from the moment he arrived here—don't prove him right!"

Horai darted his madman eyes back to the half-dead agent, and a small chuckle filed through his snarling teeth.

"That's the only thing he got right: that's all we are, deep down. Savage!"

The Director snatched Raan's swollen throat with enough strength to lift him into the air, clearly intending to strangle the little man with all the "brute" strength he could muster.

Goro's pleas froze in his throat as he spotted a black shape in the sky, quickly growing larger. To save all their skins, Goro's voice cracked back to life. "For God's sake Yoshi—the Imperials are coming back! He's of no use to us dead! Put! Him! Down!"

Horai spotted the Dulahan's new vessel just as it flew into full view, and another crazy thought entered his mind. He grinned as he spoke to the purply-skinned ragdoll in his one remaining hand.

"Well, Agent Raan, let's test how great your Empire truly is. Maybe they'll save you after all!"

Without warning, the Director tossed Raan's broken body off the roof's edge. With any luck, the agent would die before he hit the pavement.

...thirty stories below.

HGT Police HQ, Upper Levels: We Interrupt This Tender Moment To Bring You A Guy Falling Off The Building!

Misaki stared straight out the conference room's windows. Despite how heavy she felt under all this business, she couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Mikado. I...didn't realize how much I needed to hear that."

The next thing Ryugamine heared was a rare (and unusually loud) expletive coming from Misaki's end.

"S-sorry, Mikado, I need to go—someone just fell off the building."

The dial tone took over, leaving Mikado alone with his questions.

Meanwhile, the Section Chief raced for the elevator before anyone else learned what happened. It all happened quickly, but Misaki didn't hear any glass shatter from where she stood in the conference room, and she didn't spot any shards fall with the victim. There wasn't enough evidence to support it yet, but there Misaki could think of only one place where someone could fall off the building without making much noise: the roof.

So trusting her instincts, she hurried to the rooftop.

HGT Shinjuku: One Helluva Left Turn

Kono and Matsumoto held their tongues after Robin's initial comments, half expecting (and half hoping) that Tenko would hit him on the side of the head for acting like a jackass. They loosened up a bit as the subject changed.

"You're both right, I guess." the older man grunted. "Humans can't survive there, and that's all anyone cares to know."

"Anyone but the assholes studying it." Kono mumbled. "Anyway, with any luck, that swordsman got what he deserved and died inside the Gate. Doubt you'll be running into him anytime soon."

The conversation was interrupted by a call coming in from the police radio: an apparent suicide, right at Police HQ.

The detectives turned to each other for a moment, then Kono answered the call to ask if there were any details on the victim; if it happened at HQ, they might know the poor bastard.

Of course, chances were that nobody in the car expected the Imperial Agent splattered on the sidewalk. With a curse under his breath, Matsumoto shifted gears and changed direction.

"What the hell're you doing?!" cried Kono.

"The Empire's rep is dead, and we're driving with the only two people in Tokyo who could help us. I don't know how many troops that bastard brought with him, but when the Empire finds out he's dead there's bound to be a whole lot more!"

"Yeah," Kono nodded, he was starting to catch on. "This might be our chance to turn the tables on these assholes!"

The redhead spun around to face the child-warriors in the back seats. "You guys up for kicking these bastards out of Tokyo?"

Darkomega245 Since: May, 2012
#4415: Nov 30th 2016 at 9:13:28 PM

Sev- The Underground- lol need 4 to kill me

"Good soldiers follow orders." Sev's response to Undyne was the same droning that he spoke before many times. If he could just breach though everybody, he could complete his mission.

Caught and without much space to move by the fire, he was hit by the combined attacks of 03 and 04, he clutched his chest for a split second as for some reason, his energy shields didn't reacted at all to the attacks to him. His HUD indicated they were in perfect condition but some of the bars of his vital signs lowered a little. It seems their attacks ignores his built in shields of his armor....if he overstayed, he would be taken down with ease.

He kept firing at the group, but mainly at Undyne. He can't let the ship be destroyed, and he has to stop the fire blockade.

Lemurian from Touhou fanboy attic Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: Buried in snow, waiting for spring
#4416: Dec 1st 2016 at 5:06:01 AM

Shirley - Shuttle - [insert meme here]

While Shirley was certainly not averse to appreciating a nice pair of legs, her early 20th century morals drew the line at seeing a man in only his underwear. She put her own hands on top of Sypha's to shield her poor eyes, not daring to peek.

"...oh my," was the only thing she said, weakly.


Anglerfish Team - Common Room - Hire A Tank!

"You know your tanks, mister!" Saori said cheerfully. "Pride and joy of the Ooarai Girls High School Sensha-Dou Club, this is. When the club was revived, we found this poor old thing in poor condition and gave it a good scrub and some upgrades!"

"She used to be just a Ausf. D," Yukari added from her vantage point on the back of the tank. "but we found the original KwK 40 main gun and fitted her with Schürzen armour. With her we've defeated both Kuromorimine Girls High School's Maus and the Maho Nishizumi's personal Tiger I!"

"So what do you say?" Saori had snuck up on Q and was looking up at him with big eyes. "Would you be interested in hiring it and us?"

Meanwhile, on the roof of the tank, Hana and Miho just elegantly sipped their tea, the latter giving Q a kind smile.

edited 1st Dec '16 5:11:12 AM by Lemurian

Join us in our quest to play all RPG video games! Moving on to disc 2 of Grandia!
TheodoreHastings Since: Jan, 2013
#4417: Dec 1st 2016 at 2:44:41 PM

Genosha Main Streets: It's Like Tying Shoelaces Together!

Toad continued picking off the descending troopers one by one, giving Ren the elbow room he needed to continue climbing. At street level, the spider woman quickly connected the dots and matched Jaune's grin with a smirk of her own.

"No, but I can grasp the concept. Keep those blasters off me as long as you can...and keep an eye on where this thing leans."

So with a flick of her wrist, a string of webbing burst from her arm and swung her up the AT-AT's leg. From there, she would get to work webbing up the joints as much as possible before swinging to the next leg, where she'd start the process over again. With a sticky base on all four legs, the agent could start binding the legs together and (if she was somehow left alone) tighten those bonds till the machine lost its balance.

With the assault on the Imperial tank over, the hairy Mutant turned his attention to either striking/distracting whatever mechs were left, or joining Ren on his climb into the AT-AT. Granted, while the Red Guard's leader was an incredibly strong man, he lacked the Hunter's agility and shielding, so he took much longer to reach the top.

Genosha, Lounge: Alright, Show's Over

The Mutant King's mood lightened with Vicket's request, as if to say "oh, why didn't you say so?"

"Their loyalty is simple enough to uncover: they belong to me."

Without warning, Agent Vicket would find the metal wall decorations creak and warp around her, binding her in place if she wasn't fast enough to escape.

"It seems the charade has run its course."

Ikebukuro Russian Sushi: The Death of Ivan Ilyich Jack Simon

Huang continued to babble about fishing, while July turned to Simon and asked the only Russian Literature question he could think of: "What's that?"

After a few friendly remarks (like proudly supporting the benefits of alcohol), April followed Tom outside the sushi restaurant, her new beer in hand. She leaned against the nearest street light, casually scanning the area for locals and pedestrians who might have ears turned their way. There were none. So, while Tom started asking about classified information (though she didn't care enough to tell him that), she split her attention between her beer, and a message she was typing on her phone.

"No, I wasn't there myself. A police chief I know saw it happen, and I believe her report. It was confirmed by several other sources, but that's not especially important: I saw Jack's body myself."

April stopped typing for a moment, replaying the minutes following November's death in her mind. She raised her head, perhaps mildly surprised at a detail during that time she hadn't expected.

"It's funny: I noticed July's face was wet not long after we found the corpse. Most people believe Dolls can't express emotions," she gestured to Tom's wounded leg with a chuckle, "let alone act on them like he did just now. Seems the boy really cared for Jack, enough to cry for him when he died."

secretlyasuperhero someone from somewhere Since: Mar, 2016 Relationship Status: You cannot grasp the true form
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#4418: Dec 1st 2016 at 3:50:32 PM

Piper, Common Room

Piper nodded to Starfire. She seemed earnest, but nice. And she had a point. The more you know about people, the better you fight with them. She was also having trouble believing that she was about to go into space.

"Nice to meet you Starfire. I'm Piper."

She was also glad that she didn't have to go alone, and with one last look at the rest of the squad (Junko waved, Aerrow nodded reassuringly, Finn was sulking and Radarr also waved), she took Starfire's hand and stepped through the portal. As she went, she heard a muttered "she's doomed" from Stork, which did nothing to ease her nerves.

Shuttle

When Piper stepped out, she looked at the group around her. After Starfire finished her introduction, Piper did the same.

"I'm Piper, of the Storm Hawks."

Though she knew it didn't mean anything here, the very act of identifying her squadron provided a little bit of reassurance.

[TOP SECRET]
LizardOfAus (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#4419: Dec 1st 2016 at 4:40:31 PM

Underground

Undyne crossed her arms to shield herself and Asriel, and the two guards followed suit. The moment Sev took a break from firing, Undyne uncrossed them with metallic grating, and held her main spear at the ready. "DON'T you lecture me on what a good soldier is!" she spat, now steadily marching over to her hated foe. "A good soldier never leaves their wounded behind!"

A flying spear sailed straight into the ship's hull.

"A good soldier has their heart..."

Another flying spear from the left.

"...and soul..."

Another from above.

"...in everything they do!"

Another from the right. Asriel allowed the front of the ring of fire to fade, as Undyne stomped close enough to get in Sev's face, and raised her spear high.

"A good soldier has self-discipline!" She brought her spear down at his head. "Self-respect!" A swing from the right. "With respect for their home," right again, "Pride in their unit," down again, "and never forgetting," uppercut, "the duty," left, "to her king," left, "her people," right, "and" right, "her" up, "FRIENDS!"

One more strike from the left, and then a second to breath before Sev found himself with two spears poised just under his chin.

"Can you say the same?"

Not too far away, the final guest in this battle arrived, and paused in the shadows. Trident held aloft, cape billowing in the breeze, and trepidation hidden beneath a shaded expression

edited 1st Dec '16 4:41:21 PM by LizardOfAus

And a Strange Figure Emerges.
Darkomega245 Since: May, 2012
#4420: Dec 1st 2016 at 7:22:15 PM

Sev- The Underground- I'm not just another number.

"The worst fate for a Mandalorian is not damnation or eternal pain. It is to merely be forgotten. To be lost among the countless masses of dead passing to the next world with every hour that ticks by. To be forever separated from the actions of this world, until all memory of your life and deeds are gone and long past being remembered. To have not a single tear shed in memory of your passing. That is the true nature of dar'manda." - Walon Vau, teaching Mandalorian culture to new ARC trooper trainees

Sev, trapped in the prison of his mind, desperately wanted to yell at Undyne that he knew all of these things. He knew to care about his brothers. He knew to care about those he loved. He knew about honor. He knew he had a soul, because otherwise he would be a dar'manda. He knew he had a heart, because he was not a machine, despite some assumptions of the clones being nothing more than mindless drones by some civilians of the Republic. He knew he had self discipline, because he was trained by the best of the Cuy'val Dar, someone who he wanted to make them proud of. He begged for his brothers to save him, to help him. But nobody came. He tried to yell something, anything to counter her.

But he couldn't.

Because he was stuck in a prison of his mind, and there was nothing he could do about it except seeing the horror of his being taken over by everything he stands against happening. Sev took the barrage of spears, twitching and crying in pain and dropping his blaster, falling to the ground on both of his knees.

The HUD of his helmet glowed a bright orange, the message CRITICAL HEALTH, DEATH IMMINENT flashing, while the bars of his vitals signs were almost all but gone, now a orange color instead of the green color.

The Clone faced Undyne after her speech, the heavy breathing from the pain seeming to stop. "Good soldier follow orders." The clone started looking around wildly, all while uttering the same droning, as if he's on some kind of trance. "Good soldiers follow orders. Good soldiers follow orders. Good soldiers follow orders. Good soldiers follow orders. Good soldiers follow orders-" The Clone kept looking around at the whole area, his droning about good soldiers following orders not seeming to stop at all.

edited 1st Dec '16 10:20:28 PM by Darkomega245

megarockman from The Sixth Borough (Experienced Trainee)
#4421: Dec 1st 2016 at 9:06:43 PM

Alpha Bridge

"All right then - I’ll relay it to command, see what they want to do about our mystery men." At this point another soldier approached the lieutenant, who asked for a moment while he listened - Mio at least would be able to overhear something about requisitioned trucks and an affirmative response before he turned back. "Don’t know how many stragglers there might be, but any still running loose will probably stay east of the river - at any rate, that area is being secured now." He briefly turned his head as a couple of trucks with a white emblem painted on the side sped by towards the industrial area. "Question is whether it’ll be fast enough…" he let out more quietly, as several meters behind him several Americans walked through the Witches' line of vision, carrying folded stacks of dark-colored plastic material with small straps sticking out from them.

East Ward, en route to Park

<Do you hear me?> Homura had decided on nothing at this point - asking as many questions as she could was what she could do right now to get as much information as possible. <Only one, you said. How long is this transfer offer available? And where, exactly would she be transferred?>

Imperial Shuttle in Space

Despite not having a direct line to The Cure’s pronouncements, being up on a shelf had given Kyubey most all of what he needed to get up to speed on the situation. Eavesdropping in on others' conversation was, as some humans had put it, old hat for him. His attention, and therefore his gaze, kept following around the conversation - to Bond, to Sypha, to Shirley, towards the cockpit even though he couldn't see Han or Chewie, then over to Starfire when the first guest with a teleporting EZ-Pass made use of it. There was certainly a lot to learn around here - it alone would almost make it worth the risk of his face starting to emerge from behind the small crates that had to this point been shielding him from a view coming from below.

The damned queen and the relentless knight.
darksidevoid Anti-Gnosis Weapon from The Frontiers (Time Abyss) Relationship Status: Robosexual
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
#4422: Dec 1st 2016 at 9:49:32 PM

Common Room, Aigis — Literal Heroes

"My world of origin is the planet Earth, populated by humanity in a manner that appears to be normal for other universes containing the Earth," Aigis explained briefly in reply to Beast Boy's question. She would have gone into considerably greater detail, were it not for Robin gesturing for the Titans to wait and then imparting to them about the two-hour deadline and the assault on the Death Star.

She continued standing stock still next to the team, processing scenarios for action, until the Tamarian princess turned to her and prepared to depart. "Yes, this has been an enjoyable conversation," she answered, with a more understated smile of her own, "I am sure we will meet again soon."

The moment Starfire departed, the blonde gynoid nodded and returned to addressing the rest of the teen vigilantes. "It is highly unfortunate that you are either not superheroes or are former superheroes. I am unable to interfere in what are possibly the affairs of chunk government personnel because doing so would jeopardize the neutrality expressed by SEES. However, if you encounter any active superheroes, please let them know that four armed guards and a man in a light brown suit departed this room from Hell's Gate Tokyo to the Institute with six adults and two children whose eyes, ears, and hands were bound. Thank you."

"Please excuse me. There is an important individual I must call as soon as possible." With that, Aigis pivoted smartly away from the Titans and pulled out her phone, dialing a certain number...


Ikebukuro, Power Plant Barricade, Minako

"Pffff, boyfriend?" The Fool quirked an eyebrow. "Heh, no. He's seriously not my type, like, at all. Anyway, let's see, that's a lot of points! How about I handle them backwards?" Smiling that cheery smile, she began ticking them off on her fingers.

"One, even if there are a lot of hostages and potential lives at stake, a lot more people would be dead right now if you hadn't truced with the Empire and each other, because they'd just have killed some of your own fighters, started to wise up to your tactics, blown up important things, and taken hostages anyway, probably the same exact ones. Two, I didn't know the school had been occupied for that long to begin with, because the Dollars Admin has given me practically no updates on the state of the city throughout the whole day. Three, you don't even need to fight in order to drive these guys off forever, just stop the situation from escalating until the Empire's top three men are taken down, at which point the Imperials will just poof out of existence!" She snapped and made the sound effect for emphasis. "Not that you'd really have any way of knowing that, I guess, since you probably don't have access to—"

Pausing abruptly, she cocked her head to the side and held up an unused finger even as she pulled out her phone from sub-space. "Hold that thought, I need to make a call." Glancing up and away, she pretended to make a call or two while Cure's message about attacking the source of the invasion resonated in her mind and she began turning over ideas. "Alright, nevermind! As I was saying—"

Interrupted the second time in about as many minutes, this time by an actual phone call, Minako sighed, but smiled a little anyway when she saw who wanted to talk. "Hi, Aigis!" she chirped on pickup, "What's up?"

"Hello, Minako-san. I am calling to request permission to accompany the party about to board the orbital battlestation."

"Oh, I se— wait, what?!" she squaked in horror, "Absolutely not! No way, no how! Permission denied! Permission expressly and specifically forbidden, in perpetuity and also forever!"

"Minako-san, the station's main weapon is scheduled to fire and destroy Battleworld in less than two hours, killing every living thing on the planet. Unless you return to the Common Room within that time, you and Yukari-san and Akihiko-san will all die. Will you be returning within that time?"

"Well, no, but—"

"As your not returning was highly probable, I have already factored that outcome into my simulations of future scenarios. Therefore, the station's main weapon must be prevented from firing. If I accompany the other combatants in their assault on the station, the likelihood of success should substantially increase."

Minako let out a long, calming breath. This was the first time Aigis had ever directly disobeyed an order, let alone argue against one at all. Logically speaking, the Anti-Shadow Suppression Weapon did have a point, but the fear the brunette felt for her friend's life wasn't a logical thing. "...Promise me you're going to come back okay," she demanded firmly.

"I promise."

"Okay. You can go, then. But don't stay and fight if the situation doesn't call for it, and be careful, Aigis."

"My highest priority is remaining by your side," the robogirl affirmed, "I will see you soon, Minako-san."

"Yeah. I'll see you soon, Aigis." With an anxious sigh, the Wild Card hung up. "The best fighter I know is accompanying a huge team of people heading up to take the war to the Empire's dumb, fake moon, including two of the head honchos, meaning you may not even have to wait as long as I thought for this to be over," she explained morosely, "Congrats. So, uhhhh... like I was saying... damn, which point was I on, again?"


Shuttle Party, Aigis — Up, Up, and Away!

Having obtained the clearance she sought, Aigis stepped through the portal and entered with a pair of clangs. Scanning the small space for familiar faces, and not the least bit perturbed by Bond's state of undress, she turned first to the Teen Titans' offering. "It has been a while, Starfire-san. It seems we meet again."

edited 3rd Dec '16 4:29:16 PM by darksidevoid

GM: AGOG S4 & F/WC RP; Co-GM: TABA, SOTR, UUA RP; Sub-GM: TTS RP. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire.
Uncandescent One Brunch Man Since: Jul, 2010 Relationship Status: Coming soon to theaters
One Brunch Man
#4423: Dec 1st 2016 at 11:47:22 PM

The Offices of Izaya Orihara—Lobby->Raira Academy

Weiss's wardrobe comment earned a motley array of looks from her companions, from Sloan cocking his head as he contemplated the logistics of a "combat skirt", Vorona raising an eyebrow as she momentarily broke from her gun fascination, and Nakura donning a strange look as a small stream of blood leaked out of one nostril. The debtee was the first to snap out of it, bursting to his feet with a righteous purpose in his eyes. "I'll grab some parperclips!" With that, he raced off in the direction of the office, leaving the Beaconites alone with their assassin comrades, and their new toys.

Said assassins didn't tolerate the silence for long. "We're not waiting for him." Vorona said flatly, slinging the Imperial rifle onto her back. She moved toward the door, beckoning impatiently for the others to follow.

"We have paperclips in the truck!" Sloan supplied helpfully, with an uprasied finger.

"Speaking of which," Vorona came to a stop, and pulled out a pair of strips of cloth. "You will need to wear these. We are not going to be allies, forever."

"Nothing personal." Sloan said with a shrug.

Assuming they put them on, the girls would find themselves guided out the building, onto a metal ramp, and onto relatively plush seating lining flush against the wall. After a few more minutes of relative silence, they would begin moving, and there would be the sound of someone re-entering the space.

"Alright," Sloan would say, pressing a cup of what appeared to be hot cocoa into each of their hands, "now we do the briefing. You should feel good, you got the gist already!"

"But real plan is much more complex." Vorona said from some kind of radio, presumably from the driver's cabin. "Infiltration is important, and finding the location of the students moreso. But full extraction requires resources and, quite frankly, time we do not have." There was a flap of straightening paper. "The Imperial forces are a military organization, first and foremost. That means their discipline is their greatest strength." There was a sound of something else cracking. "So we will take that from them first."

"All we need is a brief period to suss out their command structure." Sloan continued. "After that, we isolate their commanding officer and— clap!"

"We make it look like a power grab." Vorona said, her normally icy tone dropping down an octave, dwelling in a space of humming, predatory excitement. "Remember that I will be looking like Storm Trooper. After that, their attentions will be scattered, their chain of command will be temporarily disrupted, and there will be no one to care about childrens disappearing under their noses. Children which you," she said, clearly referring to Weiss, "will have long since located and independently kept safe. Sloan and Ruby will create an escape route, and you will shepherd them out."

"Our role is little more complex than that." Sloan said proudly. "We set up high-powered sniper nest. With a little mayhem, and a little magic," an elbow would needle Ruby's upper arm, "we will make like the salesman, and sell sell sell!"

The duo would feel the truck come to a stop, and after a moment and the creak of a door opening, hear Vorona and Sloan's voices come from directly across from them. "If have questions, ask them now."

"Or moral objections, I am supposing."

"Yes, those too."

Ikebukuro General Hospital Third Floor—>Stairwell

Were the Lee to turn, he would find Kida standing there in the open, arms crossed once more. "Are you an assassin?" Kida asked point-blank, narrowing his eyes. Then: "Because you're killing me." Kida turned around and threw up his hands, just in time to miss the elevator-disabling spark. "Just, wait here, I'll be done in a minute. "

Kida put it out of his mind as he slipped through the open stairwell door, and padded as quietly down the stairs as he could in his sneaks. Is that why they call them that? He wondered idly, peering down at the shuffling horde of inhumanity swiftly moving down to the ground floor. I should've sprung for the extra yen, then. Extra sneaky sneaks. The trigger fell easily into his hand. Extra sneaky sneaks, for extra sneaky situations. Masaomi Kida, product tester to the stars. The safety, fell off. He lined up a shot on the four below him, while they were all on the same stairwell. Masaomi Kida. Murderer, to the stars.

He swallowed a pellet of ice, and for a moment he knew. It was going to be just like back then, when everything was on the line, when Saki's legs were on the line. Back then he couldn't do anything but watch, and freeze, and do anything but be useful. It was the same impulse that had kept him out of this hospital for the past year. A debilitating cocktail of shame, and fear, and... he knew he couldn't shoot these men.

Not in the back.

"Hey, bucketheads!" Kida would yell, and upon them turning around, he'd brace his forearm with his free hand before opening fire. His shots would be wild and imprecise, but on-point, and within the narrow confines of the stairwell and in addition to his higher ground, he would attempt to put the vast majority of the quartet down before they could retaliate.

But they would, of course, retaliate; once the clip ran out, Kida would throw open the fire hose case at his side, using the broad plexiglass door as cover against the return fire even as he pressed flush to the wall to give him a chance to reload, and maybe for his arm to stop thrumming.

Ikebukuro General Hospital First Floor— Lobby

The youths fired in a strike pattern that would make a sea urchin proud, but it did the job; for a moment, they were at a stalemate. Then, Harley made to pull yet another grenade stunt, and everyone both in yellow and with a functioning brain stem made to take cover. Crouching behind tables, desks, and sections of wall, the smoke and dust from the grenade swept over their positions like a roaring tidal wave, watering their eyes and filling their lungs. A few coughed from the fumes, others moaned from minor injuries, other half-heartedly fired back.

The Storm Troopers had superior training, and weapons, but the Yellow Scarves had a better defensive point, and, well, Harley. And for one reason or another, they could both shoot about the same. So the battle would rage on, accomplishing not altogether too much, aside from being very, very distracting.

Ikebukuro Rooftop

"And I'm saying, if I'm like a meteor or something, I'm a hell of a lot stronger than a bullet, and that ship's designed so that even I can't open that door going at ten million whoajeez!" Horada was cut off as he was thrown to the ground and the shuttle troops fired back from their position, having underestimated their closeness. Missing Deadshot's display of brass-balls bravado, he pulled himself shakily to his feet, feeling altogether odd.

"Yeah, I'm okay." He said, coming to his feet with half of an ear burned off. "Do you smell something burning, or...?" After a moment, he would stumble, then lose his footing, and drop to the ground if no move was made to catch him.

Ikebukuro General Hospital Second Floor—Psych Ward

Haruna probably should have been more concerned, restrained as she was by a beefy orderly and inciting a wave of fresh panic among those who had already been thrashing against the insides of this pressure cooker of a ward. But instead, as she felt the connection spread to her like the Red String of Fate, all she could do was laugh. She'd done it! That harlot had tried to kill her, but she was still alive!

No, she tried to kill me. She reached into your soul, to excise me, to—

No, she tried to kill me, to take everything that I had, crush my world of pure love for her world of nothing!

She stared at the tile, lucidity coming over her in waves. Whatever the doctor had done to her, it was wearing off. She felt whole again. She felt...

Maybe she tried to kill both of us. Her head slowly drew up, crimson eyes obscured by her bangs. Either way, she failed.

Across the room, Ikeda was dealing with crisis, trying to calm the cab driver down as another nurse tended to the wound on his shoulder.

"She just—she just stabbed me! You can't do that, I need to, oh man—!"

"I'm going to need you to calm down," Ikeda said in the firmest tone she could, though it felt like she was keeping a pin in its grenade with her tongue. Things had gone bad fast, she could hear it, feel it, smell it in the air. It smelled like her time in the JSDF, gunpowder and nicotine. Not a great mix.

Her gaze flashed across the space, to the girl still chuckling grimly in the orderly's arms. Some people had to crack under the strain, she supposed. But that didn't change what she had to do next. "Restrain—no. Sedate her."

Haruna's head snapped up. No.

"I'm telling you, this is just like—" The driver's mouth snapped shut with an audible clack, as the previous command kicked in. Shut up. He then looked across the space, as another orderly approached mother with a syringe, and a new order arose from the aether. Protect.

Ikeda has no time to react as the the cab driver tensed his legs under him before hurling himself out of the bed, blindsiding the unsuspecting orderly and sending them both to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Haruna laughed out loud again, a burst of spontaneous delight; this was the emptiness she'd been feeling, that the harlot had taken all of her children from her. There was no punishment extreme enough to for what that girl had done; for now, she would just have to make more instead.

The cab driver was quickly losing his fight, on account of the fifty pounds and less one bleeding shoulder that the orderly had on him. Haruna went totally slack, falling far enough in the orderly's grip so that her feet touched the ground, and kicked over the scissors she had spotted earlier. She caught them, in her new hands, and reared to stab the arm pressing her neck into the ground.

"Jesus, Josuke," she heard from her real ears next to her, "are you alrigh—" He was cut off by the fist to his face, Haruna's slack form falling easily from his surprised grip. She landed on bare feet, steadying herself on the foot of a nearby bed, before reaching down and straightening her gown.

Haruna looked up at her newest limb with impatient red eyes. "Well?" She asked, before snatching a pen out of the orderly's scrub pocket and slapping it into his hand. "What are you waiting for?"

His features morphed into a vacant grin, before turning to descend on his comrade. Then her third child rose, bleeding the least of all of them, and Haruna took stock of the room. The room was a fireplace of stares, flickering between horror and disbelief. It was a space hanging on the razors edge, waiting to be broken by a word.

Unfortunately for them, Haruna didn't need words, not just then. Her children were within, as well as without. Reaching silently over her shoulder, her cab driver self snapped the scissors in two, and handed one half to her, which she passed to the unarmed orderly. "You're the doctors here." She said, making eye-contact with a dumbstruck Ikeda. "Cut them where it bleeds the least."

Ikebukuro General Hospital Streets

The ambulance nursed its route around the hospital quietly, sirens dim and silent. The smoke coming out the front of the hospital was visible from a few blocks off, but it looked worse than it was; Egor could recognize a bombed out building when he saw one. What he saw here, he could only guess, but it wasn't cause enough to drop cover.

Reaching up to adjust his EMT uniform, the Russian assassin pulled easily into the back lot, bringing the front of the vehicle up against the curb. Donning a sense of urgency one could only partially fake, he burst out of the back doors with a patient on a gurney, no less than the actual ambulance driver that he'd divested of his uniform some time earlier.

With a sense of tense, professional urgency, Egor made to wheel the man inside, on the look out for Storm Trooper resistance. Or perhaps more threatening to his cover, actual doctors.

edited 1st Dec '16 11:56:13 PM by Uncandescent

If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
LizardOfAus (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#4424: Dec 2nd 2016 at 1:12:13 AM

Underground

Undyne snorted. "Pathetic. Time I put you out of your misery." The blades under Sev's chin pressed closer, ready to slice...

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Undyne nearly jumped out of her skin and armour, though the worst that Sev got from it was a literal close shave.

"That's enough," said Asgore firmly, striding up to the trooper brought low. "You've beaten him already. There'll be no mercy in killing him here."

"So what, then?! Are you just going to let him walk?!"

"We'll get him properly restrained, then for the time being we'll get him to the Common room, for his own safety."

"His own safet-?! You can't seriously be siding with the traitor over your own kind!"

"For the last time, he's not-"

"And the Common room?! You mean the place with the portals to anywhere in the world?!"

"He'll be properly restrained, and the room will negate all violent actions. It's the best place to hold him until his control chip can be removed."

"Oh, for god's sake." Undyne adjusted Sev's throat-spears, just in case he was having any delusions of escape at this point. "Asgore, just because you want everyone to all get along, doesn't mean all your enemies can be redeemed so easy!"

"And just because you want there to be a cut-and-dry enemy to fight, doesn't mean they aren't good people too."

"Wh- I-" Undyne spluttered incoherently, having lost all her ammunition in one fell swoop, as Asgore went over to Sev's side. "He...He turned on everyone, took orders from the enemy, threatened our friends..."

"Listen to him, Undyne. Does he sound like a man in control of his actions?"

Undyne stammered again, looking to the rest of her team for backup, and receiving only plaintive shrugs in return. It was at this point Undyne spotted Asriel, and finally realised she came an inch close to executing a man in front of a kid. As the wind left her sails for good, she trudged over to Sev's other side, dispelled her spears, then gripped the rambling soldier tightly by the arm.

Asgore and Undyne hoisted him upright, holding on to him as firmly as they could and frogmarched him back down into the cave. Asgore glanced at the other two guards. "Check the ship," he said, "Bring down anyone else you might find, then disable it if you can." He looked back to this little escort. "It's all right, 07. You are a good soldier. We're going to get you help now."

edited 2nd Dec '16 1:16:45 AM by LizardOfAus

And a Strange Figure Emerges.
LatverianBadger Calamity is a housewife from gacha hell Since: Jan, 2012 Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
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#4425: Dec 2nd 2016 at 6:54:38 AM

Mitakihara, Small Park

Sin's brow scrunched up as he processed the unfamiliar word Kyoko had just thrown at him.

"Fic... tion? What's that?"

At the very least, the bounty hunter noted to himself with just a small hint of pride, he'd heard about 'science' somewhere before and had a vague idea of what it was. It was whatever those 'Zepp' guys were using instead of magic. Come to think of it, these Empire fellows bore much similarity to Zepp military forces...

Not that he'd ever had to fight them before, but he had seen them in action once or twice.

Ramlethal looked at Mami's Soul Gem, noting something rather ominous-looking about the egg-shaped jewel.

"It looks a little dark..."

edited 2nd Dec '16 6:58:06 AM by LatverianBadger

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