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LatverianBadger Calamity is a housewife from gacha hell Since: Jan, 2012 Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
Calamity is a housewife
#4551: Jan 8th 2017 at 5:30:57 AM

Mitakihara - Small Park

His briefly widened eye and raised eyebrow indicated that Sin noticed Kyoko's unease as well. After Mami helpfully avoided that line of conversation, Sin got to explaining.

"Yeah, I didn't know about it either. Damn it, old man."

He coughed a little.

"A-Anyway, the old man was apparently offered a wish, and he used it to bring El back. She'd been kidnapped, you see. We didn't see exactly what they looked like, but we knew that..."

Sin wanted to tread carefully around this next topic.

"... the perpetrator was Ram and El's mother. Or as other people call her, the 'Universal Will'."

While the three of them discussed that, Homura gave her orders quickly and coldly, and turned on her heel, ready to disappear into the shadows.

"Uh... hey, Homura?"

In the back of Sin's mind, of course, was a promise he made to Madoka.

"After this business with the Empire is over, could I, like, talk to you about something?"

Hell's Gate Tokyo Rooftop - Into the Shuttle

With a smile, Elphelt bade a brief goodbye to the police officers staying behind, bowing before setting foot on the ramp.

Taking a seat wherever she could, Elphelt started psyching herself up for the incoming battle. It was true that a proper lady didn't get into fights unnecessarily, but this situation most certainly necessitated a little self-defense. The Valentine did everything she could to work off how antsy she was feeling. She did stretches, she took deep breaths, said a few silent prayers, but all that ceased when she had to cringe at a certain Mister Damian Wayne's sudden shouting.

She had hardly noticed the young man before, and while she felt a little embarrassed that she hadn't, her womanly intuition told her what anyone with a brain could figure out; that Damian Wayne was not very pleasant.

"Um... perhaps we should bring this up for discussion with everyone? I mean, we could use a plan."

Death Star Hangar 105

Today, Ramlethal Valentine felt a new emotion. Heavy relief. She didn't fully understand why, but once they were out of earshot of the actual Imperial forces, she felt she needed a deep, deep breath. Otherwise, she had done a marvelous job at remaining stoic in front of the indignant general.

Without any words to give, Ramlethal took a step towards the right, where Boss directed. She then waited patiently for the rest of her group.

edited 8th Jan '17 5:43:04 AM by LatverianBadger

"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Makaioh Since: Jan, 2015
#4552: Jan 8th 2017 at 7:54:51 PM

Ninja Pizza

Kaede-clone smiled and nodded, pleased that the duo was taking things seriously. "Yes, there's more than just magic users. Martial artists and warriors who have unlocked their potential for life energy, mad scientists, hackers, Martian ant droids, golems, and lesser dragons are all possible obstacles towards possible invading forces though the numbers are rather slim as of the moment compared to a true standing army, de gozaru." Deciding to word the truth in a very straight-faced way, Kaede sipped away at her cup of cold water. "And a ninja plus some part-timer nins, yes. By the way, I'm a clone so don't be surprised if you see multiples of myself around the campus. We really need all the help we can get so multi-tasking is a must, de gozaru."

Mahora Fields

"Ah, when one is a former student and a group member of the magical world's most notable band of meddling kids, one has to have a couple of connections, de gozaru." The mischievous shinobi said in her laid back way as she promptly stuffed all the various doodads and one pigeon back into her scarf with vary a ripple much like a stage magician working his sleight of hand. "And as for running, not at all. I, for one, am an advocate of the 'Healthy Bod, Healthy Mind' philosophy so let us work up a sweat., de gozaru" With that said, the ninja began jogging slowly ahead of the white haired pugilist, turning back to give him a friendly wave as to beckon 'where next?'.

Ranma Saotome

"Ah poo." Hefting a sigh, Ranma simply gave Trevor a grimace but still stayed in the costume as she took her seat on the shuttle, though her manner of body language was now that of the seeming tomboy than a delicate flower. Collapsing into her seat with open legs that would have been scandalous had it not been for the length of the pink dress, the disguised girl folded her arms and sized up the current mission takers around her. Not the biggest bunch of weirdoes she's seen and appearance often belied actual competence, martial or otherwise. Unlike the little brat, she wouldn't take the chance to belittle anyone until she's seen them in action.

Fussing over the still silent Dokuro, the pigtailed girl bit her lip at the thought of taking her into such a place before deciding that leaving her in Hell's Gate was a horrible idea considering the sort of things she's seen there. Them government people looked like the sort to be hush-hush, who knows if they'd do to an obviously supernatural girl that was "Doll"-lik without her around! And atop of that, she'd just have to be serious and the cute middle schooler would be alright in her extremely competent hands!

Mind decided, the martial artist thought for a moment on the subject of plan before hesitantly making her decision. "So... I can turn myself sorta invisible so I can sneak where you want me to and perform sneaky actions. I can also cling to walls and ceilings so even if people have one of them fancy things that can detect hidden people, they won't really look up all that much, especially with those ridiculous helmets on them. I guess if you guys give me some sorta communication device and tell me where to go, I can help cause some havoc. Even if I'm discovered, I got really good reflexes and stuff so I can probably easily escape. I dunno what you guys can do but that's my part of the effort I guess." Ranma said with a confident smirk that actually belied her nervousness at the fact that the planet she was on would explode if their group messed up.

GameGuruGG Vampire Hunter from Castlevania (Before Recorded History)
Vampire Hunter
#4553: Jan 8th 2017 at 8:51:05 PM

Trevor, Shuttle On Route to Death Star

"Actually, we do know a number of things that give us an advantage," Trevor noted to Damien. "First is that the only warriors of importance are the Emperor and Darth Vader, and second is that this Empire is in a weakened state from having overextended themselves trying to conquer the planet."

"They would not be trying to blow up the planet if they had succeeded in conquering it, after all," Trevor noted to the others, glaring at the back of the Stormtrooper's head. "And third, we have the element of surprise... They don't know we are coming."

"And what we need is enough of a distraction to draw the focus of whatever guards will encounter us exiting the shuttle," Trevor smirked at Ranma. "If someone could do that and then just disappear from sight, then the rest of us might be able to get further in in the resulting chaos with said someone rejoining us once they got away."


Sypha, Death Star Hanger 105

"Thank you for your help, Delta Team," Sypha bowed respectfully to the three Clonetroopers. "I think, I shall head off to fight Vader and the Emperor."


Death & Dracula, Main Hall, Castlevania

"She's far too nice," Death muttered to Gaige as he followed her over to the Main Hall. "Dracula loves her because she reminds him of his first wife, Elisabetha."

"I do not understand how love affects humanoids, Death sighed and shook his head. "I would say she might be happiest if your robot looked like Aigis, though."

When Death and Gaige got to the other side, they would see bodies of dead Stormtroopers and the vast amount of damage that they did to the Main Hall. Lisa's horrified face at the sight of death and destruction just made the damage done more pronounced. Dracula seemed to have a stoic expression on his face.

"..." Once Lisa recomposed herself, she sighed, sounding like she had been defeated, "Do what you must, my husband."

Dracula kissed Lisa on the cheek before holding her hands out with his eyes closed... Suddenly, the corpses of the Stormtroopers would start moving and standing up... For Gaige, it would look like Dracula was calling up a zombie apocalypse not unlike those that every zombie holovid depicts. These Zombie Stormtroopers had become new recruits for the Ghoulish Army of Castlevania.

Wizard Needs Food Badly
FallenLegend Trickster. from Navel Of The Moon. Since: Oct, 2010
Trickster.
#4554: Jan 8th 2017 at 9:48:33 PM

Starfire—Death Star Hanger

Henry seemed to be a very professional if distant. In a way he reminded her of Robin. Tall, dark handsome mysterious but he was more reserved . It was such a shame he didn't have time to reply to her. If only they had more time to bond over. Maybe when all of this was over they would have a chance to talk and become friends.

At the hangar Starfire when to Aigis, whom she still felt very fond being her very first friend on this strange new land "This Vader of Darth seems to be quite a formidable opponent." The tamaranean princess said as she noticed how the majority seemed to have taken that route. Or maybe they just wanted to feel the trill of the fight?

"Perhaps our assistance might be required on the oncoming battle. But I shall follow you no matter what path you chose, my friend." She smiled to her.

edited 8th Jan '17 9:56:28 PM by FallenLegend

Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
LizardOfAus (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#4555: Jan 9th 2017 at 1:00:01 PM

Genosha Streets

Asgore couldn't help smiling at the talk of palaces and kingdoms. "Not to boast, but the palace in my homeland- erm, chunk -is quite a sight to see as well. I suppose more thought could have been put into fortifying the place...but my land has 'natural defence' of its own."

He made a little impressed noise at the shuttle took off, and on entering the palace, he stood a moment to take in the hustle and bustle of the royal staff. "Golly," he remarked. "It's all go around here, isn't it? I hope that Amber will be standing still at least."

Death Star

The way in was more uneventful than expected, and Undyne was slightly disappointed that there hadn't even been one explosion, but there was plenty of time for that soon. Once they reached the intersection, she was a little curious what the third path would have lead to, but it wasn't the time for questions like that. It was time to get to the real action. She gave a little salute to the Delta Squad, and took the path to the Emperor.

And a Strange Figure Emerges.
GeekCodeRed Since: Sep, 2010
#4556: Jan 9th 2017 at 2:07:49 PM

The J and J Connection - Disconnected, Death Star

"Height has always been shorthand for authority." Bond idly commented to Delta Squad. "It probably comes from the fact that we start off so much shorter than our parents. Go to any company in the world, or multiverse in this case, and you'll find the executive offices near the top of the building."

Bond made his way over to the left-hand corridor, where those who were looking to destroy the laser were gathered. He cast a glance over at those who had chosen the right-hand path, including the Arc boy, and gave them a nod.

"Good luck fighting the telekinetic swordsman Dresden raved about. You'll need it."

"My combat teacher had telekinesis." Jaune shot back, some confidence entering his voice.

"Did you ever fight him?"

"No, I never fought her." Jaune admitted, with a touch of sadness. "But my sparring partner, she could control metal."

"So what's your superpower, then?"

"Hopefully something helpful."


Weiss - Please Don't Do a Strip Search, Raira Academy

Weiss huffed, and gave the Stormtrooper giving her a search an indignant glare. He'd find nothing in her pockets, nor strapped to her person (she'd left her wallet in her actual dress). Unless he removed her metal hairband (which he had no reason to), he wouldn't find the key to her cuffs that she had stashed.

One thing of note he would find was that Weiss was wearing a silver-coloured fannypack, with a snowflake emblem embossed onto it. Inside it, he'd find several jars of what appeared to be different colours of glitter, and what appeared to a thick plastic card.

"If you're quite done looking through my art supplies..." Weiss huffed, rolling her eyes at any troopers who were looking at her.

Inside, however, she was feverishly hoping that they would mistake her Dust for art supplies. She could get by without it, but she'd rather not, especially with her rapier about to be confiscated.
Ruby - Peeping, Ikebukuro Sniper Nest

Wow. Two thousand years, and more besides. Ruby didn't even think the Kingdoms were that old, and the Kingdoms were around before the Vytal Treaty, which was ancient.

Before she could ask any more questions, though, the mission finally began. She watched as Vorona brought Weiss over to the school in handcuffs, before the two of them finally entered the reception, and out of their sights.

"So... What's the signal to start shooting bad guys?"
The Huntress' Guide to Genosha

"They must be preparing for the Royal Wedding tomorrow." Ren said, as the group took in the chaos.

"A wedding? Nice. You guys manage to snag us some invites?"

"Actually, yes. Jaune was negotiating with King Magnus for us to provide security."

"Wow. Knocking down a giant robot and negotiating with a King? What happened to the doofus who came to Beacon without his aura unlocked?"

Before Ren could answer that question, Nora spotted Maki amongst the crowd, and starting jumping up and down.

"Maki! Hey, Maki!" she shouted, trying to get his attention. "There's some people here looking for your friend Amber! Do you know where she is?"

darksidevoid Anti-Gnosis Weapon from The Frontiers (Time Abyss) Relationship Status: Robosexual
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
#4557: Jan 9th 2017 at 8:52:54 PM

Aigis, Hall Off Hanger 105 — Roger-Roger

Having easily schooled her visage into that of an apathetic robot, Aigis positioned herself just behind the trio of Clone Troopers in case the fighting started early, silent save for the metallic clang of her feet against the hanger floor, and tried her best to stand roughly in something like a formation with the rest of the group. As everyone was filing out and Boss and his siblings concocted an excuse for their "superior" officer, the droid-girl took some time to slowly sweep her gaze across the hanger, taking in every detail of the enemy base she could.

She calculated that it would be easy enough to bluff their way to wherever Tarkin or the planet-busting weapon was, although It was difficult to tell what direction led to the Emperor. If the heading toward the latter necessitated breaking their cover story, they would need to acquire a rough map of the false moon in the meantime, but from where...? Luckily, her concern was answered in short order, as the disgruntled officer handed the spacemen a map and sent the group on their way.

"I will head for the Emperor," she announced with a nod and small smile at Starfire, and stepped over to wait at the left-leading corridor before addressing the rest of the group, "How will we communicate when the need arises?"


Common Room, Junpei — Staying Frosty

"Ah." Junpei blinked at the blonde Oni woman's response to his panic (though it had sprung from a different source than she assumed), the sheer shame of being bluntly admonished by a beautiful girl abruptly jolting him into a more reasonable frame of mind. "You're right. My bad."

Removing his hat and sheepishly scratching his head, he spun back toward the ever-turning globe to inspect it once more. "Let's see, other things you'd wanna know... In case you hadn't guessed, Tokyo, Ikebukuro, and Mitakihara are all Japan from about the early 2000s, so you probably got the most in common with them, culture-wise, aaaand... oh, right!" The young man snapped his fingers and pointed at a couple chunks near Former Hell. "I don't know a whole lot about Castlevania or The Underground, but they're both ruled by what seem like pretty decent royalty. I mean, decent people on top of being decently royal-ish. Castlevania's got the world-famous Count Dracula, and Underground's got a King named Asgore. In fact..."

Pivoting searchingly until he spotted who he was looking for, Junpei cupped a hand to his mouth and waved to Asriel. "Hey, Kid-!" he paused, realizing that maybe talking to the goat prince so casually wasn't the best way to hit it off, "I mean... Your Highness! Could I speak to you for a minute?"


Minako, Power Plant Outskirts — Shots (Not Yet?) Fired

Minako's lips upturned slightly at Akabayashi's quip, and she offered him the wordless equivalent of 'thanks for the effort', but then she looked away to narrow her eyes at the scarf-toting policeman.

"...I'm not sure if you were insinuating something about The Cure's words or my friend Aigis, but allow me to make two things clear," she began, voice and face pulled back into a tightly-controlled mask of expressionless neutrality. And to make said two things extra clear, she ticked them off on her fingers. "One: Cure is extraordinarily cruel for dragging all of us from our homeworlds just to have us war for his entertainment, but he is at least straightforward and honest, so if he says he'll remove the Empire if a certain trio of their men are defeated, he will."

"Two." She raised her index finger, the universal V symbol at stark odds with her blank countenance. "Aigis is the most sophisticated combat robot ever developed or forged by human invention, not a teenager. She is also my dear friend, who I regularly command and fight alongside in battles to death against swarms of monstrous abominations with the rest of my teenage squad." Suddenly, she switched gears to a wide, beaming smile, and her voice became just as sickeningly saccharine in its sweetness. "So, Kamen Cop, I would appreciate you having a teensy bit more faith in her, or at least showing some respect for the fact that her choice to risk her life for the sake of every person on this planet comes from the same place as your choice to protect and serve." She resisted adding on a spiteful "I hope" at the end.

Having said all she was inclined to on that particular subject, the brunette discarded her peace/victory sign and turned so that she was keeping as little of the source of her ire in view as possible while she addressed Yumi and the Yakuza, face relaxing into a shape that exuded something much more genuinely positive. "I do care about the workers' safety, but that's not the only reason I came here, and I already know you have local interests at stake. I just think there's something important you may not have considered: The Empire comes from a space-age with technology far beyond ours, and I don't think it's been kept backwards-compatible for twenty-first century Earth. They won't even know how to operate the plant without the workers there, and they can't afford to shut it off by themselves without knowing how to start it back up, because then the parts of Ike not in rebellion would suddenly have a lot less to lose. If we get the workers out of there to begin with, the capture of the plant will be a moot point as long as the city at large has plausible deniability."

The Fool snorted softly at herself and brought out her hands in a wide, blithe shrug. "Of course, it'll be a moot point anyway if the people headed for the battlestation fail to stop them from firing their planet-destroying laser in just under a couple hours, but the whole power plant rescue thing was the plan before I found about about that." She crossed her idle arms in distant thought. "Thinking about it, the Imperials will probably evac back to their base any minute now. No sense in taking a single city if you've decided the entire planet is a lost cause, after all. Beyond making sure the workers are alive and well, I guess there's not really any reason for me to stick around here, either, except to talk to you all."

Her phone buzzed a notification, but she ignored it for the moment.

edited 9th Jan '17 8:53:35 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.
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#4558: Jan 10th 2017 at 4:26:01 PM

Harry, that one room on death star where we're all splitting up

For once in my life, things proceeded actually kind of smoothly. The commando's argued with the imperials for a bit, then we were off, being safely 'escorted' by the 'loyal' commandos to the hallway.

I held my breath until the door shut behind us, then let it out as relief washed over me.

Molly lowered her veil and I stretched my limbs. "Well, that certainly could have gone worse." The grasshopper nodded next to me, biting her lips. She rubbed her hands and took a few breaths; I guess she had been about as nervous as I was.

"Don't be wetting your pants now boys", Carlos stepped away from us, looking as blithely confident as ever compared to the rest of us. "This operation's just kicked off."

Everyone started making plans, then, deciding who would go to disable the death star's screw-you-laser, and what stupid morons were going to go and fight the emperor and Vader.

"I'm going after the emperor and ol Vader", I proudly declared. See, I never said I WASN'T a moron. My legs went a little watery after I said that, whether out of terror or excitement I couldn't quite tell. I mean, I had no idea what palpy was capable of, which meant I could very well be volunteering for a suicide mission.

But on the other hand, it was freaking Sidious and Vader, as if I was going to miss that kind of showdown.

"Same here. Trust me, you don't want to go relying on this guy's illusions to keep you safe", Carlos hooked a thumb at me. I didn't retort that piece of hard truth.

Molly looked at us and sighed. "I guess that leaves me to take care of the battery group." She stepped over to the commandos and took a moment to check over the map. Carlos and I turned towards our own group.

"Alright, we got a map to his headquarters, but something tells me they're not just going to let us through to high command because we said so. We'll do what we can with our magic to get us through, but be prepared to strike hard and fast against the imperial guard."

I folded my arms. "Anyone have any last questions about fighting the sith before we go? Better speak now, or forever have your peace ripped out of your chest by the force."


Molly, also that one room place thing

"Hopefully, this will be simple enough.", I told everyone heading out to the batteries. I held up my hand and with a word, called a copy of the map while it was still fresh in my head. It floated into existence for everyone to see. "The map tells us all where we're going, but I have no idea what we need to actually look for. But, thankfully for us, the empire isn't really known for being subtle with their big scary machines, so we should know the target by sight."

I rubbed one of my rings and murmured, binding the map to it. Then I let the spell go in my mind, and the map floated freely, kept alive by the foci. "I can do all sorts of things with illusions to help out, and maybe a jedi mind trick or two, but don't expect me to go throwing around big balls of fire."

edited 10th Jan '17 4:28:58 PM by tvtropesnoob

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One Brunch Man
#4559: Jan 10th 2017 at 11:19:23 PM

Hell's Gate Tokyo Rooftop

Celty hardly had time to process what was going on, before everyone was piling on to the shuttle. Wait, guys, I think we should wait a minute She "said", pointing her phone uselessly at their backs. She cast her gaze over her shoulder, to the lip of the building. She had come here to save Shinra; he was saved. Now, right in front of her, was the opportunity to save the rest of the world, but... all I can think about is how I haven't seen him in a day...

Celty felt like her feet were glued to the ground. All she really needed was five minutes to explain things to him, but when the world had a two-hour time limit attached to it, was practically an eternity. She could sense Shooter reach the bottom, wheels skidding as it slid to a stop, and over a connection so distant she felt like she was shouting, she gave him his marching orders. Then, she raised her phone, the soft glow of the screen illuminating her absent features, and began to type.

Below, Shinra was sweeping out of the front of the police building. He took a deep whiff of the outside air and jerked excitedly at the lapels of his reclaimed lab coat, smiling broadly. "Oh man, that was torture! I don't know how you guys can spend so much time in basements, the lack of a sky starts to kill me after a while. That's why I got an apartment on the top floor; all my neighbors are clouds." Shinra brought his hand to his chin. "Though, even from the balcony, it never smelled as good as it does out here. I wonder why...?" Turning to the source of the smell, he found a half-disturbed tarp, covering a crushed, mutilated, and very, very dead body. "...Oh."

Any further musings were interrupted by a whirling in his peripheral vision, and Shinra's head took on a confused tilt as he caught sight of the perpetrator. "Shooter? Is that you? What kind of vehicle is that?" The surgeon stepped into the craft as the steed greeted him with a whinny, the ramp trembling behind him as it rose to seal him in. Shinra watched this curiously, and was about to being the marginal-at-best process of communicating with his fiancee's dead horse when his phone buzzed. Whipping it out unconsciously with practiced ease, he looked down at it with confusion, that abruptly bled into horror.

Celty drew her legs in close, sitting in the seat closest to the exit ramp. She read the response, and typed out a counter to it, as the ramp began to close. It's the truth. I've seen it with my own eyes. Celty made to correct her anatomical gaffe, but stopped—Shinra was the only person who insisted he could see her smile.

My place is with you. Wherever you go, I'll follow. He wrote back, like she knew he would. Glancing out the window, she could see Shooter rise from the base of the building to match their ascent, a pitch-black mirror image that sped toward the stars in synchrony.

As they threatened to tickle the fringes of the upper atmosphere, Celty was intimately aware of Shooter's lack of life-support capabilities. You have to go back now. She tapped out urgently, her gloved fingers blurring across the screen. This fight, there's no place for you here.

There was a long silence, defined by blinking cursors. If this is the end, I want to spend it with you. Don't tell me you don't feel the same.

Celty made to look out the window, and she could see Shooter's glossy finish overtake them. She could also see Shinra through the window, just able to make out his features as he placed his hand on the glass. She did the same, and for a few vital minutes, just looked. Looked at his hair, at his eyes, his mouth that never stopped moving. On occasion, in high-stress situations, she had a voice of her own that she could inject into the mind of others, outside of her control. But Shinra, he claimed to be able to read her mind wholesale, rain or shine, as a side-effect of growing alongside her these past twenty years. Would I really be the woman you love, she strove to think as loud as she could, if I was the kind of person who could turn my back on this?

And then, as if in miraculous response, he smiled back, wilting yet indomitable, like a diseased kudzu. For a split second, Celty felt that she could read him too. Always.

Shooter peeled off, and Celty's transport broke through the atmosphere.


Celty sat in silence for a few long minutes, thinking over the planet disappearing beneath them. It isn't much... but it's better than the alternative. Eventually, she rose to her feet, unsteady as a newborn crane, as one of the others broached the inevitable subject RE: what they were actually going to do.

I'm just spitballing here, she showed, walking the length of the cabin, but we already have some things working for us. She turned to the police official—Misaki, the other man had called her. For one, The Hell Gate Tokyo or whatever you want to call it surrendered, right? It would make sense for some of their officials to book it to safe haven if they knew the place was going up. If the gun fires in two hours, we could say that we're the advance, checking everything out and preparing for the rest of the Chunk's officials to come up here. We can say the dead guy changed his mind, or something.

Second, and you're probably not going to like this, she typed, nodding to Ranma (who apparently wasn't even playing at her disguise anymore) and to Damien with a faint, invisible smile, the people upstairs probably know about what happened back at the portal. If we say we're bringing you in as prisoners, it'll be pretty believable—and if you escape, it'll match what they already know about you.

Turning at last to Elphelt, she nodded. We're probably going to need some supplies and disguises to make this work, though. Do you think Sol left anything behind for us? After he was done taking care of business?

Finally, she turned to Trevor. And whether it's a distraction or a fake-out, I actually think it's more important to do what we can to take out the big laser thing. She tapped out. If we can handle that, we can take care of the rest pretty much whenever, right? There won't be much point in sending the Empire packing if we don't have a planet to go back to. A shiver ran down her spine, at how casually her life had gone from delivering packages to trying to avert interstellar annihilation. God, I hope I made the right choice here...

If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
TheodoreHastings Since: Jan, 2013
#4560: Jan 11th 2017 at 5:59:08 PM

HGT Shuttle: Misaki Learned Her Battle Strategy Skills From Jyn Erso

For an uncomfortably long time, Misaki didn't utter a sound. Her forehead creased with thought as she tried to plot with what comparatively little information she had on the Empire. Weapon mechanics and military structure were good to know, but it wasn't like the wizard's pamphlets had any pass codes or detailed maps to use. The minute their pilot stepped on the Death Star's floor, he'd tell the Empire everything. No threat could be acted on when the shuttle's surrounded by stormtroopers.

She sighed, turning her attention to the same window Celty "stared" through. The pitch black shuttle puzzled her, but her eyes locked onto the expansive curved mass in the background.

How many people are on Battleworld?

She'd never bothered to ask that question before, not that there was an occasion to. There was bound to be a few million in her Tokyo alone, maybe up to a hundred-thousand in Ike, if they were abducted on a busy day. From what she understood of Mitakihara, the city was another Tokyo-esque metropolis, so that would probably add another few million. What about New Hell? Genosha? All the other states she barely knew the names of? How many people—innocent people—would die if they failed?

Misaki turned her back to the window; thoughts like those weren't helpful. Better to keep her focus on the plan.

...and boy, did that plan need help! Aside from the masked boy, everyone seemed to have an important piece of a strategy, though there wasn't enough to keep this assault from lasting after touchdown.

"Let's not forget that not all of us want to be here." the Section Chief murmured as her eyes darted towards the cockpit. "I think we need to...tie up the loose ends once we land."

The Dollars member made an excellent point. "I agree with...umm...her." Misaki pointed to Celty, embarrassed that she knew nobody's name. "We should focus on the weapon itself. No matter how powerful Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine are, they can't destroy an entire planet by themselves. If we can sabotage the weapon's systems, we'll at least save everyone back home."

At least? That was a bit darker than intended. Maybe they wouldn't notice it, and by "maybe," she meant "maybe the masked kid wouldn't freak out about that stupid slip-up."

She wasn't lying though; every instinct told her she was flying straight to her death. She couldn't summon a headless shadow creature, or turn invisible, or...do whatever the other three could do. From her perspective, Misaki was the odd-man out. The weakest link. Even the goddamn pilot had better qualifications!

Even so, she knew the wizard's pamphlet more or less by heart, and she had experience working under life-or-death situations like. And this was probably about as life-or-death a situation could get.

"I can handle the bluffing." Misaki added. "Out of all of us, I'm the closest to what the Empire considers 'professional,' plus I know enough about Agent Raan's operation to pretend I'm involved."

Misaki caught one of the Dulahan's typed messages from the corner of her eye. The one she showed to the masked boy, and the girl carrying what Misaki hoped wasn't a Doll.

The Section Chief's gaze narrowed as she glanced back and forth between the children.

"...what happened at the portal?"

The Institute: Autobots, Contractors, Move Out!

Anna listened to Beast Boy with a sort of over-eager gleam in her eye, as if encountering someone so ignorant of Contractors was a delicious novelty. She waited with curling lips for the Titan to finish speaking, then replied to all his silly comments at once.

"Well! I'll certainly keep that in mind, darling. Paper money seems to have been quite depreciated, what with this cosmic collage of cultures running amok. Though I suspect we have two different definitions for the word 'Contractor.'"

She placed her sprawling fingers on her breast. "I am a Contractor, as are Hanna, Eli, and every other member of our little group: The Evening Primrose, or EPR for short. Back on our little blue marble, a Contractor is someone who can harness the powers of the Gates to create what some may call supernatural effects. I, for instance, can accelerate my body beyond its normal limits, whereas Hanna can project shields, and Eli can liquefy solids."

Anna pointed a silky index finger in a "but wait, there's more!" gesture. "Accompanying this amazing gift is a price to be paid after each use. Prices vary as much as powers: Hanna must raise her heart rate, while Eli loses of one of his five senses—evidently, this time it was hearing.

"And I," Anna sighed as she tore off her silk glove, "must do this."

She thrust two naked fingers past her scarlet lips and let out a high-pitched (and loud!) whistle. While the Contractors further away didn't acknowledge Anna's price, the children behind her flinched at the noise; turns out it was a bad time for Eli to get his hearing back!

"Now then." Anna continued, slightly embarrassed by the action, "Every Contractor must pay their price sooner or later. The price could be an action, like Hanna's or mine, or an involuntary condition, such as Eli's. From what I understand, there's little rhyme or reason as to how price or power are chosen, but a Contractor inherently knows both, not unlike how one knows how to breathe."

"If you don't pay, you die." Eli murmured.

"We're not sure what happens, actually." Anna grimaced. "Nobody's been daft enough to try, though there's rumors aplenty. Needless to say, a price is much closer to breathing than one might expect."

Back at the portal, Raven's question to Luca (the Jedi) would only be answered with a shrug; the joke just wasn't worth the investment. The Contractor cupped her mouth towards the group by the ruined walkers.

"Break's over, folks! Form up on me!"

Luca motioned for Cyborg, Daichi, two of the PANDORA militia, and even the silent bald man to follow her. The Contractor leader patted Nishijima's shoulder as she brushed by; a ballsy motion that made even the militia flinch.

"Try not to miss us too much." she winked.

Nishijima held his tongue for all his worth, and offered only a roll of the eyes for support.

Raven would be left alone with the Research Director and his two remaining guards, along with three Contractors by the walkers who were in no condition to join the assault. One was Maria, the Latina woman Raven had eavesdropped on earlier, the other two were young men lying on the ground further out in the open. Dmitri and Jai, if she remembered their names from an earlier conversation.

Beast Boy would be left with much of the same, though Anna poo-poo'd the fact their little lesson had to be interrupted. Eli would offer the Titan a stiff and poorly-practiced wave goodbye; Hanna wouldn't bother to even look him.

Gradually, the regrouped rescue team would begin making their way through the Institute's ruins: Luca and the Courser on point, with Cyborg, Robin, and Daichi taking up the rear.

"You." the heavy-lifter said to the metallic Titan. "What is your name?"

Death Star, Hanger 105: RAMIREZ!!!

If anyone heard the hanger's automatic door shut a second time, there probably wasn't any cause for concern. There were plenty of Imperials in there, and the hallways intersected all the time. Chances were, somebody else entered/exited using a neighboring hall, completely out of sight. Explained why the most observant invaders wouldn't hear any more footsteps.

Still, the rebels were not alone. Sneaking to the background as the disgruntled Major publicly let his frustration out on some unlucky bastard, Recruit Trooper BK-201 had crouched behind a corner not far from where the two teams parted ways. She concentrated on voices, too cautious to risk peeking at a group she'd already seen. Seemed the dirty stormtroopers had the routes all planned out, and while the rabble openly declared which way they'd depart, the Contractor cadet was busy planning out an interception route. The group heading for the Emperor had the easier path by far, not to mention it seemed to be the most popular. More fish to net meant a better payout when—

"Don't be wetting your pants now boys, this operation's just kicked off."

That voice...

How did she miss him?! She double-checked—quadruple checked—that group for any familiar face and found nothing! Was the wizard cloaking himself or something? No, she'd encountered Contractors with that power before. There was always a tell if you tuned your senses to it. This was something different, something better than what she'd faced back in South America.

...Trust me, you don't want to go relying on this guy's illusions to keep you safe."

"This guy?" Fuck, were there more wizards?! Just how many people did this Spanish asshole smuggle in here?!?! For only the second time since boarding this station, Havoc could feel her heartbeat gallop in her chest. Suddenly, the enemy she planned to face turned out to be much more challenging than expected. Ambushing them like she originally intended was no doubt a death wish now. Time for a different approach.

While the wizards commenced their little Q&A, Havoc silently crept down the neighboring hallway, following her map to an intersection between the lifts and the rebels. When they would finally arrive, the group would find a lone Imperial Cadet standing idle in the crossroads, "his" blaster rifle in hand, along with a teardrop bag slung across the back, and a dirty "slugthrower" strapped to each leg.

Genosha Palace Foyer: Who Wants to Know?

Nora's thunderous cry made Maki choke on his piping hot beverage. He coughed and frantically panted, trying to cool his burned tongue. Not the worst injury he'd sustained while paying his price, but it still wasn't fun. Least he could still feel his tongue enough to talk.

The little saboteur rose from his chair when he spotted Nora and company; Amber said it was polite to stand when greeting someone.

"You're...looking for Amber?" the boy blinked. He didn't really know Nora's friends (aside from her semi-incestuous desire for Ren), so it didn't feel right to just disclose that information on demand. Amber was a busy girl; even too busy for him. She practically said so herself!

So judging from the group—four mercenaries, that Doll from yesterday, and a giant creature who reminded Maki of a picture book he couldn't remember the name of—he had to wonder what was so important that Amber needed to be bothered with it.

Maki's face shifted and winced to show his skepticism.

"Why are you looking for Amber?"

edited 17th Jan '17 10:23:03 AM by TheodoreHastings

wikkit Since: Sep, 2009
#4561: Jan 13th 2017 at 3:59:56 PM

Okuu, Former Hell's Market District
"Well...no, I don't have anything like that," Okuu said as she stared at the demon hunter and scratched her head. "I don't know what a pixie is or why it's dusty, either..."

This presented quite a pickle! A pickle so bad, that the only course of action for her was to verbally think out things. "So, even if we walk all the way there, you'd just fall in the lava and die...yeah. That won't work." The raven started pacing the street, her metal-encased right foot loudly clacking on the stone. "I don't think anyone ever made wings for humans...and I don't know any magicians...uhh..."

She turned back to her tour member and shrugged, having given it all of her considerable mental energy in her arsenal. "I can't think of anything! All we could do is peep at it from above, or do something else. I'm sorry, but...hey, there's plenty of other things that we can do down here. You ever tr-oh, wait!"

She brought the large, orange rod attached to her right hand to bear, before realizing how stupid of an idea that was, and just switched to her left hand to smack herself in the forehead. "Utsuho, you idiot! Of course there's a way you can fly, Trish, just...hold on a second, this might get confusing."

Reaching into some back pocket, Utsuho's good hand triumphantly pulled out a piece of parchment! Her eyes gleamed and her wings fluttered, as she relished her brief moment of ingenuity. "So, I need you to hold onto this for as long as you want to fly. You can put it in your pocket, just don't lose track of it, or you'll fall and die from immersion in lava. Okay?"

The parchment handed to Trish was, if anything, very fancy looking. On it was a simplistic ink drawing of a large circle, with many dots radiating out from it, and "Subterranean Sun" written above it. Aside from that, many symbols and runes were drawn on it, none of which seemed to have any immediate meaning.

"So! We have a thing called spell card combat here," Utsuho explained. "People can fight without killing each other. The thing is, anyone can use it, and they're aerial battles, so...you should be able to fly, then! To start, I'll challenge you, and you'll have to say something like 'I accept' or 'yeah' or 'sure thing,' with some flair to it. Then, just don't think about shooting me, or you'll actually do it."

Without waiting for any signal of understanding, she dramatically pointed at Trish, and said "I challenge you to Danmaku Combat, Trish the Outsider! Let the sun shine again in this lightless world!"

Several people on the street gave the two of them odd looks as they passed by, some rolled however many eyes they had, and one old fellow crouched over his cane slowly moving past Trish muttered "Damned outsiders and their danmaku..." Utsuho expectantly looked at the above-grounder and nodded for her to say her line.


Satori & Yuugi, Common Room
"Oh? the real Dracula," Satori said with a strange mix of genuine surprise and a hint of sarcasm.

The reference was lost on Yuugi entirely, not being one for reading 19th Century Irish Literature, but Satori however had indeed read it a few times. Not her favorite book, but nevertheless she understood that reference. The idea of meeting someone who should be fictional was quite intriguing...

Then, Junpei called over, as Yuugi quietly put it, "A goat youkai?" Satori shrugged, and said "I wonder if calling him 'kid' was intentional..."

edited 13th Jan '17 4:00:16 PM by wikkit

Makaioh Since: Jan, 2015
#4562: Jan 13th 2017 at 7:52:02 PM

Invisibru

"Eh, I tried to come on over to your place to kick some Imp ass and your guys immediately shot at Docchan over here so I smashed up an apartment complex and beat the shit out of some of your cops before running away and putting on this disguise so the rest of the force won't arrest me or bill the damages over. Might have also caused one of them shuttles to crash too whether directly or not." Finding it much easier to be honest, the redhead simply shrugged and decided to let things all out since trust was needed and this lady seemed to be a lot more intelligent than the rest of the police force. Maybe help smooth things over later as well though given her experience that wasn't really something she'd believe in all that much. Would be rather nice though.

Listening to the others talk a bit, the girl chimed in with her own suggestion. "Well, if I'm invisible anyways, just give me the schematics to where the fragile stuff is so I can sneak in and wreck things to make the big old laser not go whomp whomp. When no one can see you, bypassing a lot of stuff is pretty easy." It wasn't much of a plan but it was pretty important to stress the possibilities of being an unseen invader rather than one that showed up in people's sights.

"So yeah, I'll play along with being a prisoner so we can be let in and then after that I'll do the sneaky thing to raise hell. I've got lots of experience with being bait so no need to worry about me." Smiling at the headless spirit that took her own feelings into account, the redhead was right now in the type of mindset to go along with things instead of lashing out verbally like back home. The smile disappearing, the girl's countenance grew as close to professional as it could, eyes half lidded and face more stern. "We can't really half-ass this with the planet's fate in our hands so I'm willing to pull out all the stops."

LizardOfAus (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#4563: Jan 14th 2017 at 4:39:02 AM

Common Room

Asriel was lost deeply in thought by the time Junpei called over to him. He hadn't a whole lot to occupy himself with in the Common Room, besides 'keeping guard' over the clone trooper webbed to the wall, and he was too nervous to try breaking the ice with any of the other denizens, so he'd spent the time sitting around, staring at the wall, thinking about his various life choices. He'd eventually reached the point where he was in a trance-like state, and as such didn't register being called 'kid' or even 'your highness', which, after all, could apply to pretty much anyone. It wasn't until Yuugi muttered the word 'goat' that he pricked up his ears, and glanced over to see Junpei staring directly at him. Startled, he looked over his shoulder, back at Junpei, pointed inquiringly at himself...then timidly got up and shuffled over to the baseball-capped man and the two contrasting youkai women.

Genosha

Asgore considered making his desperate appeal to Maki as well, but decided that, going by Nora's enthusiastic greeting, she was on good terms with him and would be the best person to do the asking. Besides...something about the boy's attitude gave him a slight sense of deja vu, and not in the comforting way. So for now, all he said was "If it's not too much trouble...we need Amber's help."

And a Strange Figure Emerges.
megarockman from The Sixth Borough (Experienced Trainee)
#4564: Jan 14th 2017 at 11:01:27 PM

Small Park -> East Towards the River

Homura stopped her turn to depart when Sin made his request. She simply turned her head towards her shoulder to look at Sin for a couple moments with boring eyes before giving her reply - “Fine” - before she turned back and quickly walked off towards the north. The timing of the request from Sin registered as a bit odd to her, but she’d have to figure out what he was gunning for when more immediate matters like yet another impending apocalypse didn’t weigh so much. Homura knew very well how important time management was in a hard deadline.

Mami and Kyoko nodded to indicate to Homura that they understood before watching her head off. “We should hurry,” Kyoko said once Homura disappeared from sight, picking herself up off the swingset she had been leaning against. “Missy Mysterious isn’t much for dawdling around when the end of the world is nigh.”

“We’ll have to be careful again - if we’re really as short on time as Akemi-san says, I think approaching the Americans for help is more likely to delay us.” Mami would lead the group the way back towards the bridge where they had fought the invasion force, trying to balance speed in getting to the portal with stealth in avoiding the public security force, leaving it to Kyoko to ask something to Sin she had wanted to before Homura barked her orders: “A wish, huh? And just like that she’s back? Huh, didn’t know the little rat was expanding his business.”

Kimono Shop

“You see her, Madoka?”

“No…”

Sayaka heaved a sigh, peeking out once more from behind the dumpster. “Come on, what’s taking her so long?”

“It’s a little hard to move freely with grown men armed with automatics searching all over.”

“Wh-!” Sayaka nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of Homura’s voice coming from behind her. She sighed in relieved exasperation. “Will you stop doing that!”

“Homura-chan!” Madoka, at least, seemed happy to see Homura again. Homura wasted no more time, tossing a small black keychain for Sayaka to catch.

“What’s this?” Sayaka looked at the keychain like Homura just gave her a suppository.

“It’s a keychain.”

“Well, I can see that.”

“It’s set so that if you whistle a certain tune it will either release knockout gas or explode.”

Sayaka looked up at Homura for a moment with a look of confusion, then back at the keychain, then back again at Homura. “Really?”

The moment’s pause was enough for Homura to realize that it was a new world she was in, one where she didn’t have the kind of certainty she was used to. “...it was what I was told. You want to verify whether it works, you’ll have to go up to ask.”

“Hmm.” Sayaka sighed and put it away in a pocket. “There’s another Magical Girl up on the Moon of Doom?”

“Not a Magical Girl - at least, no kind of magic far as I could tell. His name is James Bond, of Universal Exports - somewhat tall, Caucasian, blond.” Homura took a half second to glance around her before continuing via telepathy: <He’s actually MI6. If he asks, tell him Megumi sent you.>

Madoka and Sayaka needed a moment to absorb what Homura said, with Sayaka nodding to confirm her understanding. “So...how do I get up there?”

“It should be just a matter of imagining a portal in your mind and it showing up to take you there.”

“Oh. Then why did we need to come out here? I could have done that back at Madoka’s house, couldn’t I?”

“One, the keychain. It isn’t much, but you normally do not have any means to cause explosions.”

“I guess something’s better than nothing, yeah. Wait, you said this thing blows up if I whistled something.”

Homura nodded, using telepathy to transmit the three-note code that caused Sayaka's face to twist into a bemused "Really?" expression. <Britney Spears? Seriously?>

<I didn't code it like that.> (Technically, Q did.) Homura followed up with the code for the gas.

“What’s the second thing, Homura-chan?” Madoka piped in, causing the other two to look at her.

Homura took a moment to take a breath. “I need to be sure she would be ready for this.”

“What do you mean?” Sayaka looked back at Homura.

“I’m going to be frank, Sayaka Miki.” Homura turned her look so that she was laser-focused on the blue-haired tomboy. “You’re being sent as our one free trip because of Tomoe-san and Sakura-san. They believe you will be up to the task.”

Madoka turned to look at Sayaka as the latter put two and two together: “And you don’t.”

The accusation was met with initial silence. “This won't be like fighting Familiars or Witches. There is an entire army of human soldiers up there with futuristic gear that shoot lasers and technology that tore through buildings - the damage they did downtown is as bad as Walpurgisnacht, all because we refused to submit to surrender. The three of us taxed our Soul Gems hard just stopping them. And they didn't show any mercy to those people that couldn't get out of the way - they certainly won't to a teenage girl in frilly clothes.” Homura paused for a moment to let her words sink in - as frequently as it had caused her headache in the past she had to rile up Sayaka’s sense of justice to get her to fight harder. “The only real good news is that there will be others up there to help like Bond and Ramlethal Valentine, and that these Stormtroopers are killable. The question is whether you are able to do it.” Homura didn't specify whether she meant physically or mentally - the question remained in either case. Sayaka remained silent for a moment. “So it's kill or be killed once I get up there?”

“More than likely. But more than that, you have to know when to back off, Sayaka Miki. You have an annoying tendency to jump into situations that require someone else to go out of their way to rescue you out of and endangering everyone with your shortsightedness.” Sayaka’s face turned into an annoyed grimace at Homura’s bluntness - exactly as Homura wanted. “Tomoe-san and Sakura-san still think you can learn not to be such a hindrance - I guess now’s the time to prove it.”

Sayaka went quiet once more, letting Madoka voice her thoughts: “Did you guys have to do that today?”

Homura slid her eyes towards Madoka, knowing she was probably the one person even more squeamish about taking a human life. “It’s futile to try to talk when the other side only speaks in bullets. Or lasers.”

Madoka seemed about ready to respond when Sayaka spoke up again. “I won't let them down.”

“Sayaka-chan…”

“We only got, what, two hours to stop that thing?”

“Less than that now.”

“If it's up to me, I'm not going to run away from this. You're gonna take good care of Madoka, right?”

“Of course. You know how seriously I take Madoka’s safety. We will head for the normal portal to the Common Room after you go.”

“But you won't be alone, Sayaka-chan,” Madoka pointed out. “Ramlethal-san and a bunch of other people will be there to help too, right?”

“That's true, Madoka.” Sayaka closed her eyes to summon the express portal. She started towards it before stopping for one last look at her best friend and the self-appointed Transfer Student. “We’ll see each other again.”

“Please be OK, Sayaka-chan.”

“I'll be waiting.” Homura made no change to her expression; those words alone would have to pass for “Good luck”. With that, Sayaka stepped through.

Madoka watched the portal disappear as quickly as it appeared. It wouldn't be long after Homura started escorting her towards the industrial area that she brought it up again: "You like Britney Spears, Homura-chan?"

"Be quiet."

Imperial Shuttle, Hanger 105

Near the door leading to the hanger beyond crawling with Stormtroopers, Kyubey turned his head back when he heard the faint noise of a Cure portal being used and sensed the familiar signature of a Magical Girl. Hmm, so someone he is familiar with is coming.

edited 15th Jan '17 7:30:37 AM by megarockman

The damned queen and the relentless knight.
Uncandescent One Brunch Man Since: Jul, 2010 Relationship Status: Coming soon to theaters
One Brunch Man
#4565: Jan 15th 2017 at 1:26:31 AM

Ikebukuro General Hospital—2nd & 3rd Floor Stairwell

Kida's run ended in record time, almost as soon as it began, as he found himself wrestling against the very slickness of the stairs that just a few minutes ago had given him a crucial leg up. "I'm serious! Let me go before I—" Kida's feet slid across the ground, and then through the air, with an ease he would normally find suspicious from some nebbish twenty-something. But he had other things to worry about, like treason, and stretched hoodies, and getting this goddamn helmet.

"Look," Kida would say once Lee had wrangled him into position, attempting to launch an angry shove at Lee's strangely developed pectorals before he reached over to pull back his sleeve, showing Deadshot's gun gauntlet, a fine line of trailing heat still emanating from the barrel. "I didn't roll in here like a jackass, expecting that I would never need to use this. And I can't ask my boys to do something that I wouldn't do myself." Yanking his sleeve back down, Kida would attempt to jam his finger into Lee's chest. "So that goes both ways, dickhead! Stop telling me to calm down, like everything's going to be alright, because it's not! It's never going to be alright! That's what Mikado doesn't understand, and, fuckin', gah!"

Kida turned and kicked up a swell of water, then cast his eyes down as his fists balled at his sides. Unwillingly, humiliatingly, he felt hot tears well up in the corner of his eyes, as he shook like a ruptured oil platform shearing bolts off of its super structure. "This is the way the world works now!" He all but shouted. "I have to kill people like them, before they kill the people I care about!" Kida's neck went slack, letting his head loll sarcastically to the side as his eyes, narrowed in anger, found Lee's face. "Oh, but let me guess, they taught you all about that in Tokyo U!"

Ikebukuro General Hospital—Second Floor Psych Ward

There was a crack both physical and mental as Ikeda's gun connected with the Trooper's face. Haruna's red eyes blinked, fast as a camera shutter, and she snapped her head around, looking behind her to find...

Nothing.

Haruna's eyes flitted about disbelievingly, peering frantically for the phantom after her life. Finally, Haruna's legs gave out as she slumped to her knees, eyes wide as she reached up to claw at her neck. There, she found the bandages from where that girl had cut her, growing damp and soggy under the downpour, and she felt the material give and rip under her fingers as she all but tore them off, until she could throw it clear across the stall, their water-heavy weight ensuring there was nothing hanging unseen in the steam. "No~thing can hu~rt you," She began singing softly to herself, bringing her knees in close while she spilled into the minds of her followers for support.

"Not any~more," Ikeda chimed in, mid-checking the Trooper's pulse. Her physical senses stated she was fine, but Haruna's third eye could see her stillborn child floating lazily across the surface of his mind like so much algea. Not denied, or conquered, murdered. Her lip quirked in spite, and before she knew it her child's hand was rearing back to smack the man across the faceplate. He fell from his next of glass to roll facedown, and Ikeda began studiously tying his hands behind his back with a length of pilfered bedding material as Haruna slipped back into her own mould.

The shower was still empty when she returned. She finished quickly, nevertheless.


Haruna's dress flounced in time with her swaying movements, the material of the skirt rising just high enough to reveal the glint of something metal, and sharp. It's amazing, what people will just leave lying around~ Haruna thought, strolling down the rough corridor made of her waiting children, the white teeth of her dazed smile playing nicely with the just-too visible sclera of her eyes. Now, let's see what there is to take.

Though, admittedly, having stripped the Trooper of his armor and weapons, a.k.a. everything that had made him intimidating and a tantalizing possible child, he was... underwhelming. "Is this really was what all of the fuss was about?" Haruna said, using the tip of a surgical scalpel to toy with one of her bangs. Through Ikeda's eyes, he had at least appeared a formidable warrior; through her own, she could hardly tell him from a man off the street.

"They occupy the entire building, Mother." Ikeda said, somewhat redundantly. "And their equipment is beyond state-of-the art. It's bleeding edge."

"Mmm." Haruna replied. She poked at the armor now, noting how even the razor thinness could barely incise the armor's surface, even as she found herself distracted by thoughts of bleeding edges. "Well, it's ours now. No matter how many ghosts they have." Speaking of which... She sauntered over to the Trooper in question, bending over so that the tips of her hair tickled his unconscious face—which might have looked almost peaceful, were it not for the broken nose. "You can't hear me right now," she said "but what I'm about to say is very important."

"My children tell me that you come from beyond the stars, from some place where things like lasers and space ships really exist." She brought her scalpel to bear, running her hand along its long handle. "Well, I don't really care about any of that, Mr. Space Man. I only care about one thing: love."

"Love." her children echoed.

"You, you will be my very first step to making sure love can reach everywhere there is a person who can feel love." A giggling sprung up from within her, bouncing off the walls of her lungs like firecrackers. "There won't be any use for you eventually, being a soldier and all. But I'm sure you'll be able to find another way to fit in. Especially if you're any good with a knife~."

Kneeling down in time with two of her children, she watched as one of them held down his arms, and the other opened the mesh covering to reveal his chest. "You'll see," she said, running her hand across the fleshy surface, as her other elbow cocked back, scalpel gleaming. "that real love isn't about giving, or taking." She rippled her fingers, and made to plunge. "It's about—"

The point of the knife made the barest incision, and the fluorescent lighting dimmed. The substance and smell of ash blew through the confined quarters, and Haruna knew what she would find when she lifted her head.

When she did so, however, she did it without fear, sporting a smug, almost cocky smile. "...conviction. And," She readjusted her grip on the scalpel, holding it underhand. "—persistence!" With that, the scalpel, and a dozen medical minds feeding her intel, Haruna plunged the blade as far as it would reasonably go, bypassing flesh, bone, and muscle as the man's chest swamped and pressed flush to her grip. Blood welled around her clenched hand, but she knew he would survive, with Saika planted deep within him. Haruna let out another laugh in the face of her denier, as she stretched deep enough within the servant to show this other pretender—

"grrAAAHK!" Haruna's hand left the instrument as she was pulled to standing, icy hands closing around her windpipe. Her hands clawed feverishly as the air, trying to find purchase in the man before her—but even with half-a-dozen hands doing the same, the only thing she got for her trouble was a yellow-eyed grin.

"I... am... love!" She cried out defiantly, desperately, starburst spots exploding all over her vision. She could hardly see the specter for them... or the man laid prostrate at her feet... or the scalpel sticking out of his chest...

Her foot kicking out...

A face, smiling in the darkness...

...mother?

Her shoe found the hilt of the knife, and pressed down.

She dropped like a sack of potatoes as the specter disappeared, vanished in turn with the Trooper's life-signs. Gasping, heaving breaths filling the space as Haruna tried to compose herself, clutching at her neck once more even as pained tears ran from her eyes. Hands collected her at the shoulder and helped her up, surging into action to "alleviate the swelling" and "deconstrict her breathing". She could barely hear them; a dark, ugly truth had reared up before her. These Troopers, were out of her reach.

Eventually, she found herself sitting at the foot of her former bed, staring out into open space. She felt a weight settle next to her, knew who it was before she opened her mouth.

"What now, Mother?"

Haruna sniffed, and clenched her hands in her lap. "Now?" She shook her head about. "Nothing's changed. Just because these men have a... a attack dog, doesn't mean we roll over and die. Our goal is the same as it always was." She spread out her consciousness to her children, felt their bodies as hers. Their bodies, minus one, crucial component. "We find Nasujima-sensei. And we love him."

Ikebukuro General Hospital—First Floor Lobby

For the first time in a half-an-hour, the hospital lobby rang silent.

After the vaguely embarrassing spectacle of a group of untrained teenage boys and the Imperial Empire's dregs and drop-outs proving relatively equal when it came to covering fire, the white-armored invaders had cut their losses and fallen back, possibly questioning the life choices that had lead them to this moment.

Questioning absolutely nothing, on the other hand, was one Yoshimine Miyoshi, stopping a rolling bullet casing with his foot as he pumped his fist into the air. "Booyah!" He said with a jubilant grin, just a touch too loudly in counter to the whirring in his ear courtesy of the nearby gunshots. The burst of joy from the normally silent boy earned him some dirty looks, some enthusiastic grins, and at least one looked out dully from behind a pair of oversized sunglasses, a smoldering hole in one lens.

Miyoshi, or Yoshi Yoshi as he was known, wasn't particularly qualified in any one way to lead or organize their hastily organized task force that found itself behind enemy lines. But, due to his time at the arcade, he had spent more time in the company of Harley than anyone save the General himself, along with Yatabe, who was currently stationed with Croc. So, the duty fell silently to him to sidle up to the murderous clown woman and lay out the Scarves agenda. He did so in his mute, easily unnoticable way, something like a brookside pebble that could move, at least until he began speaking. "So!" He said, still a touch too loudly, "I think we did pretty good there! How about you?"

He turned on his heel and gestured down the hall to the gift shop, where some of the Scarves were working off a post-battle high by pushing a trio of prisoners into place against the wall, their hands hastily bound with whatever was at hand. "We got some prisoners out of the deal, too! Do you want to look 'em over, and stuff?"

The first prisoner, bound with a line of steel wire, was a bonafide Imperial Soldier, injured but not killed in the fight. He was surrounded by two to three jeering boys, stopping just short of taking potshots, clearly eager to get revenge for their fallen friend.

The second was what appeared to be one of the hospital's patients, dressed in a gown. He was rocking back and forth, knees drawn into his chest, chanting something under his breath over and over again. "The Slasher... the Slasher... She's here..." This was currently in the process of setting off a wave of speculation among the gathered boys, filling the space with just as many crazy theories as spent bullets.

"The Slasher?"

"Is she really here?"

"Is it a copy cat?"

"Are they here to help us?"

"They cut fifty people in one night! Imagine that kind of thing on our side!"

But the last prisoner was surrounded by the largest group of boys, forming a wall of backs and shifting legs, voices overlapping in the musk of the post-battle air.

"...don't give us that crap, you've been doing it for years!"

"Man, I always knew this day would come. I mean, I'd been dreaming about it, at least!"

"How do you explain these, huh?!" One of the Scarves said, holding their hand up to flap straight a sheaf of papers.

"I'm innocent, I swear!" On coming closer, Harley would see, with his hands bound in front of him with duct tape, the form of none other than Nasujima, huddled up against the gift shop's glass door. "I'm your teacher, doesn't that mean anything to you?"

The assorted group of boys paused, looked at one another, then back down to the man. Eight different versions of "Hell no!" ensued.

"So, so yeah." Yoshi Yoshi said, folding his arms, then resting them on his hips, then letting them awkwardly hang in the air as he failed to figure out a place for them. "What should, what should we do?"

If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Vampireandthen In love with an Uptown Girl from Northern Ireland Since: Apr, 2016 Relationship Status: A teenager in love
In love with an Uptown Girl
#4566: Jan 15th 2017 at 2:48:10 AM

Outskirts of Santa Destroy

A flock of crows were approaching the city. Down below, a large pack of wolves ran forward, with a few sniffing the air every so often. Eventually, once they came close enough, they stopped. The wolves merged together into a large man with white skin, while the crows formed a woman with black skin.

"There are people here," the man told the woman, "many people. Some have rather.... Unusual scents. I doubt they would take kindly to see a wolf running through these streets."

The woman answered him. "I can understand that, Wolf. But I will be waiting for you in case something goes wrong."

"I will ready, Crow," Wolf answered, watching as she broke apart into a flock of crows, and began to fly across the city in all different directions. Wolf broke apart into a massive pack of wolves, circling around the city.

The crows landed on rooftops, flew over the buildings, and watched everything they could see.

Please allow me to introduce myself, I am a man of wealth and taste. Nice to meet you, hope you can guess my name.
ImmortalNeet Eternal Princess from Eientei Since: Feb, 2014 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Eternal Princess
#4567: Jan 15th 2017 at 3:13:19 PM

Santa Destory - Desert

Rather than attempt a follow up attack, Death parade put all its effort into its one punch in an attempt to push it forward. Testing strength against strength. Because of that it was left wide open for imperial robot's attack. The vibro blade met the chest plate as slid in, only missing a game ending blow thanks to it losing its footing. With Glastonbury's kick, the blade veered off course, mangling the upper torso armor but missing critical systems with in. Still, it would appear the Dark Trooper did a number on the mech. It stumbled backwards again, lights flickering as it had trouble remaining powered.

Inside the foot ball player jiggled with the controls as it failed to respond.

"The power system is busted! What's going on down there!?"

In the generator room, cheerleaders tried to get other cheerleaders to stop screaming and calm down as others looked on in bewilderment at the giant gash torn into the wall of the room. Feeling the rumblings from rockets hitting the walls was unsettling, but this...they might actually die. The sound of the football player on the radio grabbed the room's attention.

"Come on girls, I need your strength! Its the 4th quarter with 30 seconds left on the clock and we're down by five. We can win this, but I need you. So tell me, who's the man!?"

The cheerleaders looked at the speaker as each in turn remembered their duty as a cheerleader. In unison they answered as they all became like minded once more.

"Charlie!"

"And who's going to win!?"

"Charlie!"

The Cheerleaders began shaking their pom poms once more, up, down, left, right, getting back into the groove and starting up another chant. Meanwhile in the cockpit Charlie smiled as systems came back to life. It wasn't at full power, but that was to be expected. Even if the girls are pumping out as much juice as they could, the hardware itself was damaged. But it was enough to get this bucket of bolts on the move again.

"Your god damn right I am!"

With mobility back, Charlie charged the dark trooper. Frontal assault with full force, it was the only way the guy knew how to do anything. Death parade didn't even bothered to lift its arms, just charging full force to use its body as a battering ram against the kneeling robot.

The crowd cheered the carnage, not even seeming to care which side was proving to have the upper hand at any given moment. A love of violence for the sake of violence. The crowds didn't seem to notice the girl, but the Japanese filmmaker did. Upon seeming to appear from nowhere, Takashi couldn't help but point his camera at the youkai, much the the chagrin of his junior.

"Sensei, what are you doing? The robots are over there."

"There are other cameras watching the fight. This girl has my attention. She just appeared from nowhere."

"There are alot of people down there. You just didn't notice her before. That should be enough reaction footage. Our employers are paying us to tape the fights."

"She's flying too. I think its a ghost caught on tape."

"EH!?"

The younger Japanese man took a peek before hiding out of sight again.

"Sensei! Stop filming you are going to get us cursed!"

The legendary film director waved off his juniors concerns, keeping the camera trained on the girl to see what happens next.


Santa Destroy - Outskirts - Crow and Wolf

The two would cross a field then a canyon on an asphalt road on their journey. The city was a southern California town, something vaguely familiar and utterly alien at the same time to the two future native Americans. The streets were fairly bare for a city of its size. Mostly just gangs and looters walking around. Signs that people still lived here and was a thriving city was evident, though the people weren't here at the moment.

Crow with her vantage points would have the better overlay. A few pockets of activity may catch her interest. Men in suits fired a massive laser and fought with soldiers in white armor. A mass of dead young men wearing bags over their head laid in the street. A noble man and a scantly dressed woman fought in the air. Should she have the sense for such things she may notice that of the five there, only the roguish looking man was technically alive. A space ship was being modified as soldiers led white armor prisoners to be what could be surmised as being systematically executed in a black van. And ofcourse there was the desert beyond in which giant metal armors the size of buildings clashed.

On the ground a pair of detectives sat on their car's hood. Most the police force was hiding with the civilians, guns pointed at the entrance for anything that burst through. They were stuck out here though. In modern warfare you don't build walls and sit in trenches. You have eyes on the field and mobilize your forces accordingly. Or maybe that was just what they said because that was what they were used to on the police force. They were away from the action, watching an area just so don't get blind sided. The younger man stayed vigilant as the older man had a news paper over his face, trying to catch a nap. When the flock of crows appeared over head, young detective nudged his senior and pointed up. Groggily the detective looked before grumpily going back to sleep.

"Of course we are going to be getting crows with all the dead about. That's pest control's problem, not ours."

"Is that so..."

The young man continued observing the birds before noticing the packs of white wolves roaming about. Again he nudged his senior.

"Ofcourse we are going to be getting arctic wolves with all the dead about. That's animal control's problem, not ours."

"Is that so..."

The young detective lingered on the wolves a bit longer before looking around for anything suspicious.


Santa Destroy - Carmilla and co.

Margaret and Susie ran after them, watching the aerial dance as it returned to Earth and reached its conclusion. Margaret eyes narrowed at the display. For the count's son to disgrace a woman so was unbecoming of him. Ever the more distressful, Margaret could not get a good angle on the goods. She leaned slightly to her side, but alas what little modesty the Countess had was preserved. ...shucks.

Susie meanwhile sat shocked, questioning her very existence.

"...deja vu...I am pretty sure I read this fan fic before..."

It wasn't just the implication that the teenager was in a story she had read and may be nothing more then a figment of someone imagination, but the next part of the story had the vampire opening up a portal to summon C**kthulu, master of the tentacle dimension. She wasn't sure she was ready for that.

Margaret noticed the look the Countess was giving her. It seemed Margaret had missed her stage cues. The goth lolita looked at the countess as if a clue was written on her face. She was not entirely familiar with the situation and to why the Son of the Count and the Countess were fighting. It didn't seem like her place to interfere, but apparently she had failed to play her part in some manner. Putting her a hand on her cheek she asked embarrassingly.

"Oh my, was I suppose to kill the two of them?"


Common Room

Sylvia sat back, checking her phone and relaxing as the shorter of the cleaners worked at installing a television at the stand. With sales plateauing, she needed to change up tactics and offering free samples was something they haven't tried yet. People had no idea what they were missing. And there was the more obvious reason. Being in this white featureless room all day tended to get boring quickly.

The tv clicked on and started playing out the demo version of the channel. Showing ten second snippets of different happenings around the world.

Play back of the defiant last stand of masked robot like creatures. They used primitive tactics and some sort of elemental magic. Despite the quality of their warriors, imperial tactics seemed to win the day. Switch.

On the surface of the death star, an epic show down seemed ready to commence. A red and blue robot holding an energy axe rushed a white one. At the bottom of the screen read a little message that there was no sound space and all dialog is reproduced by actors and are a mere approximation of what was being said. They were actually able to get the dialog fairly accurate with a mixture of mouth readers and lasers used to read vibrations. The voices sounded completely different however. Optimus sounded deep and wise from his usual optimistic sounding self, and Megatron lost his raspiness to something that wouldn't sound out of place on a feral warrior. Switch.

Highlights of an imperial parade gone wrong. An assortment in what looked like an officer uniform fused into a leotard battled along side teenagers with blades and hammer that just so happen to also be guns. Some perhaps wondering how all involved were able to perform such super human feats, others wondering what was the point of wearing two belts. With it mostly being raw footage, music that the crew was listening got mixed in. Switch.

A massive dessert with a crowd of people and the still burning wreckage of imperial ships. Not that anyone would notice since a trio of building size robots were in the middle of a death match. The picture changed between angles in order to make sure that the viewer always was seeing the live footage as dynamically as possible. Except for some blink and you miss it footage of some flying girl with black hat, some one must have dropped the ball when they chose to film that instead. Switch.

Should outworld have any thing to offer, they will get their time slot, probably accompanied by the sniveling of the cameraman. Switch. Highlights of the most feared two in Battleworld engaging in brutal hand to hand combat. Switch. Russian space ghost fighting flying bunny girl. Switch.

Sylvia watched the footage half halfheartedly and with a critical eye. They really got to edit these together better. She took a side glance behind her shades at some of the others in the room. She had been keeping tabs on the tank and her new neighbors. She wasn't able to catch everything, but got the gist of things.

The tank girls were part of some club, non lethal apparently . She was surprised more flags weren't raised by their appearance and the implications it may have. They were Japanese children using a 1940's German tank and being taught to treat war like a game. But then again, no one batted an eyelash when a British teenager stated they were King Arthur and was sole sovereign on a Japanese location. They were selling their services. She might be able to use them.

The hell denizens were harder to follow, which was distressing since they were the one she actually need to learn about. Even as she listened in, it seemed like she was missing a lot of what was being said. The conversation just seemed to skip, entire lines of dialog missing. She spent most her time spying on them merely trying to play catch up.

They were demons right? Maybe she could have Matt mutilate some corpses near the border and finger the Hell denizens as the culprit. Get that lazy ass demon hunter to actually do her job. A last life line before she puts the resources into to kill her and everyone she knows. She told her when she signed on that the UAA could a good friend, but was a bad enemy to have. A shame, she had high hopes for her.

The map flickered and the french woman looked to see what had changed. Merde. New Shanghai. If the growing Japanese chunks all being placed in the north east wasn't problem enough, she had to now worry about south west being turned into a future china conclave. But then she figured war between the nations was a more probable out come then cooperation.

She took in the representatives, a black and white cowboy and Chinese woman. The man's monochrome appearance wasn't too much of a surprise given that she had work with both the Helter Skelter brothers. He reminded her alittle of that burnt up cowboy who came in awhile back, the type who listened to way too much Johnny Cash. Judging by the look of the woman, she was too proud too get anything other then her way. That made things difficult. It may be better to seek getting both Zi-jin Cheng and New Shanghai wiped off the map.

Where was that folkstone air support? Even the Desperado group has gone quiet. None of the strings she had been pulling lately seem to be attached to anything. She must be losing her touch, or perhaps she should simply start being more aggressive.

How do you kill that which has no life?
Vampireandthen In love with an Uptown Girl from Northern Ireland Since: Apr, 2016 Relationship Status: A teenager in love
In love with an Uptown Girl
#4568: Jan 15th 2017 at 3:25:39 PM

Crow and Wolf

Crow would continued to fly around. Being able to transform into a massive flock of crows was an advantage she relished.

She spread throughout the city quickly, with several birds flying down to investigate the scenes of combat. She circled around the two aerial combatants, and landed on the ground as well, her many feet hopping around, some feasting on the dead.

Wolf sent in a few of his wolves to investigate a bit. The white beasts moved silently, with some approaching the car with the detectives. A small flock of crows landed on the car.

Please allow me to introduce myself, I am a man of wealth and taste. Nice to meet you, hope you can guess my name.
LatverianBadger Calamity is a housewife from gacha hell Since: Jan, 2012 Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
Calamity is a housewife
#4569: Jan 16th 2017 at 6:33:09 AM

HGT Shuttle - Elphelt

El put a finger to her chin, pressing on her lower lip as she thought.

"Sadly, I have no idea. If we're talking about disguises, I can imagine it wouldn't be too hard for Sol to procure some of the Empire's uniforms. I could call him and ask him to pick some of them up for us!"

Mitakihara, Towards the River - Sin

Following behind Mami and Kyoko, Sin was a little taken aback by Kyoko's talk of a 'little rat'. Did she mean Kyubey?

"Oh, not a wish from Kyubey, actually. It was from the Cure. Think something we did must've... pleased him enough to give us a reward. Dunno what, though."

edited 16th Jan '17 2:49:15 PM by LatverianBadger

"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Lemurian from Touhou fanboy attic Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: Buried in snow, waiting for spring
#4570: Jan 16th 2017 at 12:52:18 PM

Camp Nishimi - Mio, Gertrud, Yoshika, Lynette

Meanwhile, in Mitakihara, the flight of Strike Witches were enjoying a moment of rest. The youngest two were doing maintenance on the Striker Units under the watchful gaze of Trude Barkhorn. The senior Witch who was enjoying a cup of coffee, a luxury that she had long missed from the Karslandian Air Force. Mio was elsewhere occupied, giving a full account of the battle of Bridge Alpha.

"...and that concludes my report, Captain Harris."

Since the termination of combat, Mio had only had the chance to wipe the sweat and grime off her face. Her white Imperial Fuso Navy uniform and bare legs were stained with gunfire residue from the high-calibre weaponry the Witches employed, the soot of exploding tanks and a single spatter of blood, not her own. The twenty-something Squadron Leader had barely suffered a scratch.

"There can be no doubt that you currently have in Mitakihara a group of magic users, whose allegiance and goals are unknown. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that if magic is truly nonexistent in the world you're originally from, then they have to be outside agents."

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ImmortalNeet Eternal Princess from Eientei Since: Feb, 2014 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Eternal Princess
#4571: Jan 16th 2017 at 2:50:41 PM

Death Star - Alice

The shuttle landed with a shutter, as if it too knew they were in domain of the dark lord now. She stood up and walked out, the dim lighted interior of the shuttle only giving way to hanger's pitch black. Only a single beacon of light shone near the door. Her path laid lit before her. It almost seem like salvation lit against the darkness as it was. In her mind she knew only death laid down the corridor, hers or his. Her feet strode with determination, walking the single path that had been laid out for her by destiny before ever even stepping foot upon these metallic floors. For those who live by the sword, there was only ever a single path, always to the same final destination.


Death Star - Henry

Well that went smoother then anticipated. Too smoothly. The fact that the troopers spoke to the commander in hushed whispers made him nervous. What were they hiding and from whom? Perhaps he was being paranoid, but then, you can never be too paranoid on a job. Still, they had neither the time nor the inclination to turn down an opening presented to them.

He followed them to the hall. So this was the split off point. Not knowing a detailed layout of the structure made him feel blind. It certainly didn't help that all these halls looked the same. They really could have used an interior decorator. A plotted plant here, a hanging cat poster there, but he suppose that would clash with the evil bastard look they were going for,

He made a step toward the Vader crew. Clashing blades with the best they had to offer, yeah, that's where he wanted to be. And so did everyone else. Noticing the teams were a bit lopsided, he halted in his tracks and took head count of the two teams. He still had his heart on the on battling out with space wizards, but team 2's mission was too important to risk failure. Should the second team be undermanned, he will walk with them to help bolster their ranks.

How do you kill that which has no life?
GameGuruGG Vampire Hunter from Castlevania (Before Recorded History)
Vampire Hunter
#4572: Jan 16th 2017 at 4:39:22 PM

Carmilla, Alucard, and Grant, Santa Destroy

"No, it is alright," Carmilla waved off Margaret's concerns. "Young Master insists we see his dear mother and wants to keep you two in sight so we will have to save what we planned for tomorrow."

"Just... get that vehicle of yours ready, since we are headed to see the Master himself back in Castlevania," Carmilla crossed her arms, frowning. "The two just have had a... disagreement about his father's policies recently."

Alucard seemed to be more focused on the flock of crows that had surrounded them, considering the flock of crows for a moment.

"These are not my father's ravens," Alucard noted of the crows that seemed to have joined them.


Trevor, Shuttle

"Hmm... I think I have a plan," Trevor said after listening to everyone there discuss how best to provide, before calling them all to a huddle so that the Stormtrooper wouldn't hear them. "First, once our Stormtrooper gets us through the checks, either Ranma or the boy knocks him out, doesn't matter which."

"Second, Celty should grab hold of Ranma while I grab a hold of the boy as if they were captives, and the two should struggle as if they were captives." Trevor continued to detail his idea. "After Misaki explains that Celty, Elphelt, and I are recruits of Hell's Gate Tokyo, we escort them in until we are all alone and then break for the direction of the weapon, and if things go sideways, Ranma will 'conveniently' escape and cause havoc while we break for the direction of the weapon."

Trevor glanced away at Misaki when she asked about what happened at the portal, "Uh, word of advice... You may want to assign a loyal Contractor or your most armed men to guard that portal."

Wizard Needs Food Badly
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One Brunch Man
#4573: Jan 16th 2017 at 9:11:49 PM

Ikebukuro Raira Academy—Lobby

Vorona entered the room with a muted, mild surprise, appreciating all of the different ways that they could be torn to shreds with concentrated laser fire at a moment's notice. Despite being increasingly unamused by the view out of the helmet itself, and further questioning how an intergalactic military apparatus could find a way to mass-produce a helmet so objectively ill-disposed toward actually hitting a target, it was invigorating to know that the invading force had some sense of tactics lurking behind their lack of tact.

Still, focus was crucial; every installation was most vulnerable at their entrances and exits. Once inside, her chances of being discovered dropped precipitously, but first she had to survive the next few minutes. "Roger." 'VR-223' began, focusing on her syntax and grammer with the same focus she imagined their lasers were providing. "This unit was in transit from power plant location, when I discovered this one trying to escape. Using this contraband," She said, pulling the rapier off of her back and brandishing it sideways, "this unit was attacked, breaking my datapad in the process." And any proof of transfer orders, save for confirmation garnered through slow poison of bureaucracy. "This unit apprehended her, but she is yours to hold. I am to report to the Commanding Officer, for instruction."

Vorona paused, the helmet and armor combination shielding the fact that she was actually holding her breath. Below that, however, her heart was pounding in her chest, the assassin gripping the rapier by the hilt and calculating a throw trajectory to the other girl as a primal wail cried out for something to go wrong.

Ikebukuro Sniper Nest

Sloan shrugged, a minute motion meant to keep from throwing off the delicate trajectory of the weapon. "Will be fairly self-explanatory. This is prime point for something to go wrong, so keep an eye out for fast extraction."

Despite the jubilant nature of his tone, a bead of sweat could be seen snaking its way down the bridge of his nose, lingering at the tip. "Hope for best, expect for worst, as they say."

If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Vampireandthen In love with an Uptown Girl from Northern Ireland Since: Apr, 2016 Relationship Status: A teenager in love
In love with an Uptown Girl
#4574: Jan 17th 2017 at 6:09:27 AM

Santa Destroy - Crow and Wolf

The flock of crows above Alucard were behaving as normal crows would, however, one of them was taking a special interest in him. It circled around him, eyeing him carefully, before flying away, cawing.

The pack of wolves perked their ears, and howled together as one, before setting out. The crows with them lead the way as they moved across the land.

Please allow me to introduce myself, I am a man of wealth and taste. Nice to meet you, hope you can guess my name.
TheodoreHastings Since: Jan, 2013
#4575: Jan 17th 2017 at 11:05:45 AM

Death Star, Corridors to Lift: Move Along, Nothing to See Here...

The Imperial Cadet didn't raise a blaster to the incoming group, as they might suspect; the little trooper practically expected them. Instead, the most unlikely thing happened: the bucket helmet came off, and the group was faced with a pale, scrawny redhead with an almost eerie stare of indifference in her eyes.

Some of the Tournament's contestants might recognize the face. Aigis might recall the woman's unusual bioreadings. Undyne might see a fighter who didn't make it past Round 2. Harry might laugh at the sight of "that psycho chick Carlos fought" in a child's uniform. Carlos Ramirez would probably have cause to curse.

"Thought you might show up. Know why too" she raised a disc-shaped device with her thumb pressed on the center: a holocom, with what was likely a distress beacon ready for transmission. "Take another step and I'll sound the alarm—good luck reaching the Emperor with half the station up your ass."

Noting that her words were taken seriously, Havoc continued. Nothing like a death threat to start a civil conversation.

"I think we might be able to help each other. I've got a map of the entire station on this datapad. Trust me, you'll need it when the Empire learns what you're doing here; getting out tends to be a lot harder than getting in. I can also buy you a little time—use this thing to call for reinforcements halfway across the station. We are under attack, technically. The C Os just don't know it yet."

A small, eager smile teased Havoc's lips. "I just want one thing in return: Carlos Ramirez stays with me."

The smile curled wider as two bright green eyes landed on the Warden.

"I want a rematch."


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