Snowy
Rean fell to the ground, and Zero's mutilated form started to rush for his head. He screamed again, fumbling to take hold of his weapon.
And then, someone cut off Zero's head and knocked it away. Rean sat there for a moment, starting at the body on his lap. Was she actually dead this time?
"Huh. Nice to meet you,Hades. What did this guy do to piss off the god of death, refuse to die? "Haven't seen your guy, but maybe you've seen a black-haired kid in a red blazer with a fancy sword around?"
Edited by stargirl93 on Jun 23rd 2019 at 8:20:14 AM
THE SLORG!
Silanea tilted her head, looking almost skeptical of Rex's claims. "I've never done courting, but, it sounds to me like your world has strange norms" Silanea said honestly to Rex, then turned her attention to Curly. "Sorry, I don't think I've seen anyone like that" the lamia admitted to the robot.
Meanwhile, there was another crackle to life on the militia channel, audible from Silanea's walkie talkie at least, with Wells' voice again. "Fastanook, you're still at the library, correct?" Wells' voice asked.
"Huh? Yeah, why?" Fastanook's voice answered, a bit confused.
"Good, just checking" Wells' voice responded. "My team has sight of the prison; how's the situation there?" Wells' voice then added.
"Finally under control. Rex and Thomas both showed up" Samson's voice replied.
"Good. We've got some prisoners on hand, so we'll make a quick stop by" Wells' voice informed them.
"Roger that" Samson's voice answered.
You are reading this.
Stop Killing My Titles
Zero, x_x (?)
The beheading stopped her movement most definitely, the body still convulsing as the hateful look remained affixed on her face, easily recognizable even despite her obvious lack of depth perception, "staring" at Rean and the others from far away.
She wasn't giving off any immediate signs that she would come back to life, at least...
grah
Dark Sun, what choices have I...?
...I lightly shook him to no effect, except that his eyes seemed to follow me somehow. Did he somehow still hear me? What did that mean for a short-lived copy whose only purpose for being was to kill me, made from a person who could never, not really? It didn't make much of a difference, I supposed, the idea just felt surreal...I let out a long sigh, and embraced him tightly.
It didn't seem right to just leave him on the floor, so I took not-Arthur into a nearby house, and tucked him in one of the beds there. (How'd those guys ditch me so fast? Wow.) He didn't seem uncomfortable, for still not having moved at all..."Night, Arthur," I mumbled, before feeling Cascabel's weird spike thing nuzzle my shoulder and petting it in turn. Feeling a desire to take in the stars, I opened the door to observe that the house had moved in sight of the stock D&D party, and then promptly closed it again trying to make the city take me anywhere else before someone noticed. i guess you can watch me shitpost i guess
THE SLORG!
The only other weapon within reach for Chaoz was Brother Marcus' chainsword, and the odds of taking it out of the space marine's hand was, for Chaoz, impossible. "I will assume that you refuse to explain yourself because you cannot give any explanation that would clear you of wrongdoing" Brother Marcus said, wrapping his other hand around Chaoz's neck and lifting the man off the ground, thus simultaneously somewhat choking and silencing him. With that, Brother Marcus turned to Gon.
"Unless you can explain to me why this man would want to kill you, you are free to leave" Brother Marcus told Gon.
You are reading this.
Annoyed Mode: ON
The pressure on me stopped very suddenly, and I found myself staring back at the big red man again. He still sounded as happy as ever, even after everything that happened. He wasn't upset at all. He picked me up from the ground and just talked to the other people like nothing was wrong. Something about beasts or something. Another man look at me and did something weird, but somehow it made me feel... better. I was still tired and everything still hurt, but it hurt a lot less than it did before.
I rested my head on the red man's shoulder and watched the people talk. It was still as hard as it had been before, but a bit warmer because of the fire it had caught. It also smelled pretty bad because of all the burning, but I didn't mind that much. I could tell the red man wasn't a bad person by that point, so the smell didn't bother me.
I also didn't want to have to walk. I was way too tired.
"I could always give you a few pointers if you want. I'm kind of a natural at this"
Maybe there was a little exaggeration in that statement but self-confidence couldn't be a bad thing. Rex thought that way at least. Besides, it's not like he was doing anything wrong when bragging about his luck. Makoto would certainly appreciate it, and she would here any minute now.
"Wait a minute, I know what to give Makoto" he sounded like some gear in his brain had finally managed to dislodge itself. "A knife!"
"You make it sound like it's a good thing. Cesar is the single most dangerous man in the planet and now no one is able to keep him in check. I will have to take care of that soon enough"
Makoto clearly didn't have much interest in what Van Kleiss had to say. She only cared about Rex's well-being and to make up for whatever fights he had been injured in. Maybe beating some sense into her was the only hope left for her.
"If you insist" A large tree sprouted from the ground to take on the next explosion and while it had suffered severe burn marks, enough of its structure had survived to recoil and hit Anat like a giant baseball bat. "Don't sell yourself short, Makoto. My objective is already here. What better way to crush Rex than to kill his girlfriend?"
Happy Box Hater
Streets
He didn't think Caboose the Beast sounded that bad, but it wasn't something he'd argue about. The sim trooper tilted his head slightly at Amelia's suggestion. "Yeah, I don't do very good with animals," he remarked, concurring with Valentina's assessment, as he recalled what happened when he accidentally killed his hamster by hugging it too hard. That was why metal was better than animals, because it wouldn't break if he showed it he loved it. "Yeah, I'm better with machines."
"Agreed," his weapon spoke up, somehow sounding happy about that despite using the same robotic monotone.
Rean seemed pretty OK now, so that was good. Unburdened by the weight of a child on his back, the soldier walked over to the young man sitting on the ground. He attached Freckles to his side to free up an arm and then extended one out to help Rean get up again. "Come on, I don't want to burn again. The fire was not very fun. Kind of the opposite of fun," he said, deciding that he was actually kind of tired and also being aware now that the combat was long over of all the minor burns still left over on his body after the healing. It hurt, even if he didn't really show it. "Let's just go to the library and eat or sleep or do anything that doesn't hurt."
They hadn't managed to find Two, but what could they do? Knowing the intoner, she had probably died already... which made Caboose kind of sad, but he couldn't do anything about it. Nothing but repress it away into a dark corner of his mind and throw away the key, that is. "Yeah, let's just go! I bet Two will be there!"
If the murderhobos were ready to go to the library, he'd follow along, Ellen firmly secured on his back.
Why is a yam attacking me?
City Streets—-My One Marvel Reference
The tree trunk's swing caught her off guard, and both Makoto and Anat were knocked away. Her motorcycle disappeared before it hit the ground. She skidded to a stop on the pavement and forced herself to stand up, feeling the scrapes and bruises she'd been given. Alright, she was dodging the trees from now on. Her hand pulled at the mask on her face, and she summoned Anat beneath her again. A wave of healing patcher her up as she used Diarahan on herself. Makoto wiped some of the leftover blood off her cheek and looked back up at Van Kleiss.
"I can do this all day." She charged forward with Anat and pelted him with a volley of nuclear explosions as she circled his position. "You want to kill me that badly? Then you better work for it!"
Edited by ScorpioRat on Jun 26th 2019 at 2:42:58 PM
THE SLORG!
"Oh, we're not going to the library. We're just going to hold up in there" Lady Valentina said, motioning to the nearby manor. "If you're going to the library, well, I wish you luck, but I'm afraid we won't be helping you get there" the sorceress continued, as her comrades regrouped around her and they headed towards the manor.
Silanea perked up slightly, as Rex finally said something that fit with her medieval sensibilities. "Ah yes, that would be nice, I think" Silanea said with an approving nod. "One for hunting, or one for skinning?" the lamia asked.
Meanwhile, Thomas had moved over towards the busted gates, and waved his arm towards someone outside. "Sir! Over here!" Thomas called out.
Lieutenant Wells and three other militia members came into view, dragging along a few unconscious and bound individuals. There was the copy of Fastanook, along with some other gremlin,
◊ and a somewhat menacing looking alien.
"This one certainly gave us a lot of trouble" Wells said, in a tone of frustration though with an underline of pride. "I never thought I would actually see him in person" the lieutenant added, as the group moved along the path towards the main prison building.
"Rex, Silanea, thanks for the assistance" Wells told them, then paused for a moment, looking to Curly. "Seeing as you're not shooting us, I take it you helped too? Thank you" the lieutenant went on.
You are reading this.
THE SLORG!
The other members of Home Sweet Home had taken the fight to some dangerous looking nemeses away from the hotel to keep it safe; the New Conglomerate soldier John had make quite a fuss in particular about a woman in a dark and purple, skin-tight outfit that rather emphasized her posterior. Gerard stayed behind, since fighting was unbecoming of a gentlemanly butler unless absolutely necessary, which is why he found it so disappointing that a familiar figure had decided to turn up while the others were gone.
In the lobby of the hotel stood a shirtless and very muscular man with a large mustache, readying a boxing stance. "Come and fight me then, 'butler'! Or are you too much of a spineless worm?!" the man challenged in a boisterous tone.
"I find fighting to be rather rude, sir" Gerard replied, standing tall and proper at the bottom of the stairs. "Surely there is no need for this" the butler continued, trying to be diplomatic.
"Sounds like coward talk to me!" the muscled man said, and gave a laugh. "It's clear you don't have any fight in you! Then I'll just sweep you aside and continue on to everyone else hiding away in this place!" he went on.
Gerard frowned a bit. "I see. In that case, you will have to give me just a moment" Gerard said, and started to take off his gloves. The muscled man scoffed.
"And just what are you wasting my time with now?" the muscled man asked.
"The white gloves are for checking dust. They stain easily" Gerard explained, having pocketed the white gloves that he had been wearing, and then took a pair of black gloves from another pocket and put them on. "The black gloves, however" the butler began, then took up a boxing stance and concluded, "are for taking out the trash."
The night went on, with the fighting around the city dying down, but not quite entirely stopping. Skirmishes between militia groups and nemeses continued on into the late hours, and it seemed certain that some of the militia would be exhausted the next day. Still, time went on, and eventually the sky started to tint with morning light, and everything stopped and blurred for a moment. Every nemesis still around vanished, and every unfortunate resident of the city who was remaining dead would be back to life as well, just as soon as the world refocused...
Miss Tairee appeared, seeming to be in thought, with her arms folded. "Okay, so... That was only the first of these last three days, so I know you intend it to be the least climactic of the three. I know one thing you'll probably do that could one up that, but I don't know the other thing" Miss Tairee commented. There was the sound of writing in the air, and she saw Writer's words.
"What? You don't think I'll instead subvert expectations and do something entirely mundane and peaceful instead? It would be exactly what they wouldn't expect."
"When it comes to this phase of the project? I don't think so" Miss Tairee responded, with a bit of sass in her tone. She could again hear something like a pen writing on paper, and more words in her vision.
"I guess you know me too well. Though I do think that for most of them, the actual physical challenge of this next day should be easier; however I know there will be a few exceptions, of course."
About then, a piece of paper floated over to Miss Tairee to read. As she looked it over, her eyes slowly widened in shock, and her grip tightened. "Writer, this... Don't you think this might be too far?" Miss Tairee muttered, her hand shaking as she lowered it to her side, still gripping the paper. "Yeah, the physical challenge is easier, but... Boss, you know this will make some of them probably never forgive you, right?" the secretary went on. There was some more scribbling heard, and more of the Writer's words appeared to her.
"Is that what actually concerns you, or are you more concerned that they won't forgive you by association? You know we could completely rewrite them mentally, so that they don't remember it, or that they don't care."
"I'll still remember it. I'll still remember how they react now, too" Miss Tairee retorted, moving her arms up to sort of hug herself. There was a bit of a pause before she got another response in the same fashion as before.
"That is, of course, part of your job as my assistant. Much of the multiverse has such cruelty in it, and as part of this project, I intend to see how those in the city respond to these conditions, just as all the other conditions before."
Miss Tairee shook her head. "Still, I must protest-" Miss Tairee began, but already there was more audible writing and more words cutting her off.
"Your protest has been noted, but the day will proceed; I think you already know that attempting to change it won't work. If you would like some time to prepare first, then I can wait."
Miss Tairee lowered her head, frowning in disapproval. After a minute, she turned to her left. "Then I... Would like talk with Tester for a while. That always makes me feel better" Miss Tairee decided, and walked forward. In this void of a place, it made no difference at all to move around, but it felt symbolic in a way probably like a placebo to move far enough as if to has gone into another room first. With a flick of her wrist, Miss Tairee brought up the holographic screen and typed for a bit. A very nice desk, chair, and computer all appeared there, and she dismissed the holographic screen so she could sit down.
There, she communicated with Tester as if over the internet, usually simultaneously playing some minor game with him, for somewhere around thirty hours. Finally, the communication ended, and Miss Tairee scooted the chair back and looked to one side. "... I still don't like it, but I think I'm ready" Miss Tairee said. There was the sound of writing in the air, and more words appeared in her vision.
"Good, then let's get started."
Miss Tairee appeared between the central desks, back to just being the one of her, for the moment. She looked around the lobby, with plenty of people who had taken refuge in the library, having slept on the many couches and sofas with pillows and blankets and such supplied. Many of them were still asleep. Some had actually woken up early, before the day had changed. Some unlucky ones hadn't slept at all.
"A new day? What is it this time?" some man asked, moving up to the desks.
"I can't tell you exactly; just that it's similar to yesterday" Miss Tairee replied as she sat at the computer and started typing.
"I don't see anything weird out there yet..." someone near one edge of the lobby was muttering, looking out at the city.
A shiny claydol floated over to another side of the lobby windows, also seeming to gaze out at the city; at least, with the eyes on that side.
"It's morning, Ace" Louie said, looking over the wall of the cubicle he and the blaziken had rested in. There wasn't anybody else on this floor of the office building, Louie knew, though he thought there might be some other people hiding on other floors.
Ace stood and looked out, though looked generally apprehensive still.
Louie looked at the blaziken, and frowned in sympathy. "Come on, buddy, I know you're not feeling well, but you need to keep it together. Not just for me, but the rest of the team, you know?" Louie explained, patting the blaziken's forearm. "Let's start by getting back to the library. I can get stuff there, and Goldeneye's probably there at least, since he can teleport there" the trainer continued.
Ace looked up to Louie's eyes, and waited a few moments in thought, then gave a determined nod.
"Good, let's go" Louie muttered, and they moved out for the staircase.
"... I would've preferred it if you had told me up front, I guess" Calvin said, giving a shrug as he looked out of the hotel room's sliding door to a little outdoor balcony, giving him a view of some of the rooftops from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I didn't think you'd agree to it" Mel explained, laying on her stomach on the bed, head propped up on her hands, and feet idly wiggling in the air.
"Well, yeah, but, you could've maybe talked me into it" Calvin retorted a bit awkwardly.
"I wasn't in the mood for waiting and putting it off... But you're right, I should've told you. Sorry" Mel admitted, then sighed.
"... I just kind of felt taken advantage of" Calvin explained after a short pause.
Mel glanced aside at him with a sort of skeptical look. "Uh, yeah? But you enjoyed it too" Mel pointed out.
Calvin glanced back at her with a somewhat worried expression, then mentioned, "you know, in my universe, that's kind of a problematic answer given by absolute douche-bags who just want to take advantage of women."
Mel looked contemplative about that for a moment. "... I guess I can see how that works, but I don't think I get it" Mel muttered as she pondered that information.
"It's... Actually, never mind" Calvin muttered, and leaned back, looking at the ceiling fan. They were both silent for almost a minute. "... So... You said something about how we're both human for that not being a problem, but, isn't that how it works anyway?" the Fanboy asked, as that occurred to him.
"Huh?" Mel responded in a confused tone, clearly not understanding what Calvin was on about exactly. "I mean, I'm technically one eighth dog, but when it comes to that I count as human" the Fangirl explained, rolling onto her back so she could look 'down' at Calvin.
Calvin went still, and slowly turned his head to look at Mel. "... Dog..? Like... A dog dog? A domesticated canine?" Calvin slowly muttered in a confused and weirded out state.
"Yeah, a bloodhound; great grandpa Rexy" Mel answered with a nod.
Calvin stared at Mel for a few more moments of silence, then turned his gaze forward at nothing in particular. "Alright, I think that explains a lot" Calvin thought out loud, and finally stood from the bed, then glanced at the door as he heard very heavy footsteps moving through the hall. "Whoa, who's that?" the Fanboy wondered, cautiously moving to the door and opening it enough to peek.
Then, Calvin opened the door wider as he saw who it was; or, who he thought it was. "Oh hey there. Brother Marcus, right?" Calvin asked.
The eight foot tall space marine in Ultramarines colors stopped his marching down the hallway, and turned his helmet to look down at Calvin. "No" the space marine said in his modulated tone, and let go of his massive gun with his left hand, to reach out and grab Calvin by the arm. The Fanboy looked mildly surprised and then a little alarmed as he realized this wasn't the same space marine. "But perhaps you can tell me where to find him?" the astartes asked, leaning in menacingly towards the Fanboy...
Edited by FirockFinion on Jun 26th 2019 at 11:17:52 AM
You are reading this.
Happy Box Hater
Streets to Library
"Oh..." Caboose said, seemingly thrown for a loop by the correction. When his expectations were so directly shot down, it could take a few seconds for him to readjust. "Well... she looks kind of not healthy," he said, clearly referring to the ill girl on his back. "So I guess we'll go take her there and maybe the librarian can do something about it?"
"So, see you later!" he concluded with a more cheerful tone.
Of course, the city shifting ended up making that far more difficult than anticipated. The group would find the library, but would only stumble into it right as the day was about to change. Thankfully they managed to avoid further encounters in the time between their departure and arrival though.
Day 27-Librarby
Only a few moments after Ms Tairee finished telling a man that she couldn't tell him anything, Caboose would enter the building, presumably with Rean following. Glaringly obvious was the incredibly ill child on his back. "Hello, we are back!" he called to the librarian, making his way towards her. "Can you help her out? I think there is something wrong with her legs and maybe a lot of other things too," he asked the nigh-omnipotent woman, referring to Ellen. Wasn't difficult to see there was something wrong with her, what with all the bandages.
Why is a yam attacking me?
Unfortunately because Hades had been so busy trying to find Hercules along with fighting Caboose as well Lady Valentina and her crew he had forgotten how fast the time had gone and it was already nighttime as he then saw to his dismay and disgust that the day was already over.
“What?! The day’s over?! You have to be kidding me! The day can’t be over! I haven’t even found Jerkules!” Before he could say anything else to Crow, he could see himself fading away, an arm disappeared and then the other arm, Hades was just vanishing before Crow’s very eyes. “NOOOOOOOO!” Hades screamed realising too late that he was ceasing to be. And he was no more and like every other nemesis that faded away, there was no trace of the God of the Underworld left.
Hercules was exhausted from all the fighting yesterday that he went to sleep on one of the couches and immediately fell asleep. Once dawn broke around the city. Herc then got up from the couch and then stretched his arms. He opened his eyes to see that he was still himself, no changes had been made to him while he was asleep, just regular ol’ Hercules.
“Okay? Everything’s normal…nothing weird or bad has happened…yet. If that’s the case I’ll have something to start the day.” Hercules said to himself walking over to Miss Tairee’s usual desk. “Excuse me, Miss Tairee can I please have some milk and cheese?” He asked the librarian not before a familiar sim trooper came into the Library carrying Ellen.
“Caboose? Who is that?” Herc asked him indicating the heavily bandaged woman that he was carrying into the lobby.
For the Horde!
Ben had fallen asleep on the couch, exhausted from the previous day. When he sat up, he blinked, looking around and not noticing anything out of the ordinary.
That was always the type of days that worried him the most. The worst ones were always the ones that seemed normal at first. He had no way to contact any of his friends that had died, since they had dropped any communication devices when they respawned.
Ben glanced over when one of the city denizens asked Miss Tairee the nature of the day, rolling his eyes and turning away from her when she said she couldn't answer.
"You guys should know she can't tell us anything that actually means anything unless her Writer lets her," Ben muttered, getting up and walking over towards the shiny Claydol. He patted its smooth clay body.
"He'll get here soon, I know he will," Ben said. "He came back after we beat his enemy, I'm sure of it."
At that moment Caboose came in with the injured girl. Ben jumped to his feet and moved towards the two.
"What the heck?! What happened?! Is she okay?!" Ben asked worriedly.
I can still hail the Horde even though the company has shamed us. Strength and Honor even if Blizzard has neither.
THE SLORG!
Miss Tairee was still typing, and with a blur around her, three copies appeared, standing between the central desks, as she anticipated multiple requests coming in. Each of the copies flicked their wrist to get a holographic screen up to start typing on. "What kind of milk, and what kind of cheese? You have to be more specific" one of the copies told Hercules in response.
Another copy glanced at Caboose and Ellen as he walked up, only to then have a look of angry familiarity. "You again?" the Miss Tairee copy said in disdain. The copy scowled in frustration and a moment of thought, before finally and reluctantly muttering, "I suppose I can't just refuse on personal opinion..." There was a blur on the copy's forearm as the terran medic healing device appeared, and she shot the healing beam at Ellen, curing the little girl of all her physical ailments.
Meanwhile, Goldeneye had given a slightly surprised hum when Ben approached, then followed the boy towards the central desks. There was a happy chirping, and the other four pokemon who had just been waking up rushed over from the couch Ben had been sleeping on, to reunite with the shiny claydol.
You are reading this.
Day 27-City Streets
A teenage boy with messy black hair [1]
appeared as soon as the next day started. The only thing that made him stand out was the red, white, and black school uniform, complete with a black blazer jacket that had the Shujin Academy crest on the front pocket. He took a second to observe his surroundings, pushing the simple pair of glasses back into position on his face. There didn't appear to be anyone on this particular street this morning, to his slight disappointment. Was everyone hiding from a fight already? A little boring, if you asked him.
"Hm..." Ren slid his hands into his pockets by habit and slouched a little before he picked a direction to walk in, the annoyance in his eyes being replaced by feigned confusion and ignorance. It was a mask he often put on so strangers overlooked him. It often worked too. No one really cared enough to stare at him for too long if he deliberately looked as boring as possible. The school bag on his shoulder didn't hold Morgana, but he still had his model pistol, which was better than nothing to work with. He could get materials to craft things a little more deadly with time.
"Unfortunately, you only have me to rely on today," the voice in the back of his head reminded him. "No fancy Wildcard tricks from you!" Arsene chuckled darkly. Only his first Persona, huh? He'd have to be very creative to get anything done, but he was still confident. It was nostalgic, even. He just needed to find the right tools for the job before he tracked down his fellow Phantom Thief. The city shifted around him as he turned a corner, and an arcade building was in his way. Mostly out of curiosity, he headed over the entrance. Maybe he could gather some intelligence by lurking around there as people came and went.
Edited by ScorpioRat on Jun 27th 2019 at 11:33:50 AM
Library — Day 26
After the Trickster delivered his threats and left, Garrett tried to put the encounter out from his mind. It was true that meeting his old foe brought back certain unpleasant memories... but there were more important things to focus on. He had but a few days to complete the Designer's challenge, and steal something valuable from someone powerful. Or else... this whole trip into the City would turn out to have been a catastrophic waste of time.
He spent the rest of the day pacing the upper floors, contemplating his options and formulating or discarding plans, until he felt heavy-headed and fell asleep.
Library — Day 27
He rose, stretched, went downstairs.
"Any of you knows what today's gimmick is?" he asked the people gathered near Tairee's desk.
Rooftop
Up on the rooftop of an apartament building, a slender figure crouched, cautiously scanning the streets below.
"Where would be the best place to look?..." Viktoria muttered to herself.
Edited by Korodzik on Jun 28th 2019 at 9:12:30 PM
After spending most of the previous day alternatively reading to Cole and flipping Vulpes off when he walked past, Arcade fell asleep on the couch at some point, only to wake up to see nothing had really changed yet. There was probably some sort of surprise waiting for them, but at least he was still himself in his own body. He was willing to count that as a win.
With a groan, he started to sit up and glance around the lobby.
Loud thuds were the first sign of her wandering the city. Her old power armor wasn't her favorite way to get around, but it would have to do. Daisy was just so excited to see Arcade again. They had some catching up to do.
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
Annoyed Mode: ON
I couldn't remember at which point of the walk I had fallen asleep, but it wasn't until I heard all the voices around me that I started to wake up. From my high point on the red man's shoulders, I could see a bright light, and then lots of faces looking at me. Some looked worried, and one of them looked pretty upset. Yes, I probably would be like that too if I saw someone so sick and ugly from up close.
I had yet not figured out what had actually happened yet. My mind was focused on trying to figure out where we all were. The building we were in was enormous: with many floors and a lot of curious things and curious people. I could feel my eyes opening so wide I thought they would pop out of place if I opened them any further. I had no idea there was such a place in that awful land, so I felt compelled to ask.
"...where... are we?"
"Uh... I was thinking more about a nice decoration with a neat message engraved in it and everything but I guess she does fight a lot..." Rex explained. "Dammit, I didn't actually think this through"
Meanwhile, Wells along with other militia members showed up carrying more enemies to prison. He decided to thank everyone for a job well done, which Rex naturally took as more than deserved.
"Anytime. We were just passing by, you know?"
"Your endurance is less than impressive" Van Kleiss commented as he saw Anat disappear and be summoned again after hitting Makoto. Clearly it required focus, and she wasn't getting much of any during this fight. "Don't tell me... are your powers really that fickle? I wonder if they will answer to mere words"
The earth crumbled as more and more vines grew from underground, this time pushing chunks of the soil with them to make the ground as uneven as possible for a motorbike of Anat's size. Even while taking that into consideration, Van Kleiss decided to take the brunt of the explosions, counting on his extreme regeneration to survive through it. Even if it was taking more time than usual. He seemed laser-focused on keeping the chat going. He had a point to make and nothing was going to stop him.
"Now I wish I knew more about you but I suppose this will have do for the time being" he waited for the vines to reconstruct the rest of his face, since his mouth alone wouldn't be able to properly convey his message. "You are wasting your time fighting for someone that won't see you again in his life, if he even remembers you after all of this is done, of course"
Edited by DeisTheAlcano on Jun 28th 2019 at 11:03:51 AM
Blam. Another zombie staggered backwards and fell as Rick blew a stray waft of smoke from his gun. Morty curled up tighter behind the improvised barricade Rick had managed to construct in the charred ruins of the arcade: a jumbled hodgepodge of wires, overturned arcade cabinets, whatever remained of the other Rick's lobotomy machine, and a few stray wires, all running into what had been a plastic gun shooter, now retrofitted into a deadly electrical wire. A fire, carefully herded in from the remains of the arcade, was burning nicely in an improvised hearth.
Blam. An unidentifiable alien creature with too many eyes staggered backwards and fell. A few silent minutes passed; grandfather and grandson eyed one another with a mixture of resignation and suspicion.
"So, Morty, hell of a day, huh?" Rick took a shot with his free hand, then took the slightly more lethal shot to drop what appeared to be an Imperial stormtrooper.
"Mmmm." Morty took another deep breath and looked at Rick's bad leg. "You, uh, I mean, you're gonna be alright and everything?"
"I dunno, Morty," snapped Rick as he poked his head up over the barricade like an angry, drunken meerkat, before returning back to position-swearing loudly as he shifted his weight onto his bad leg, "I wake up in a warzone, everything's in hell, I get whacked in the head by an alternate dimension asshole version of me, fight a ghost, then I break my leg and spend the next hour sitting here taking potshots at- hold on."
Blam.
"Rick, I don't think that guy was a, anemesis..."
Rick blinked and peeked back over the wall again, wincing once more. "Alien shapeshifter." There was a pause. "If, uh, anyone asks."
"Look, you want me to take over? Take the gun while you get some rest, and..." Morty looked down at the floor, not entirely believing what was coming out of his mouth.
"No, Morty, I'm fine. Go to bed or something and rest your big... big fat mouth." There was another long pause-the insult lacked Rick's usual joie de vivre, or whatever the opposite of that was.
"Y'know," said Morty, throwing a few lightly charred planks onto the fire, "when you got kidnapped... people came to rescue you."
"Mmmm." Rick took another swig from his flask. "Did they do that because they cared 'bout me, or just because they're heroes and, I dunno, that's what heroes do or whatever little... catchphrase they say to justify mass killing?"
"I dunno." Morty tried not to look hurt. "but they did come. Reluctantly, okay, fine, but they came."
Rick thought about this for a moment, then poked his head up and fired off another shot; a figure off in the distance cried out briefly and them slumped over. "Look, Morty..." said Rick, his expression inscrutable, "get some sleep, buddy, okay? I'll take watch 'til morning."
There was another pause.
"Shit, I *urp* I think that was an actual guy I shot."
THE SLORG!
Silanea thought for a moment. "Well, she probably would like it more if it was something that was meaningful to you" Silanea suggested, though then a sudden realization crossed her face. "Wait, but what about when she's sent home?" the lamia pointed out.
Wells shook his head at Rex's response, then gave a half chuckle and one wave of a hand dismissively towards Rex. "Sure, Rex. On your way to something much more important, I'm sure. Like getting your present" Wells said, maintaining a straight faced tone as he and the other militia members kept dragging the prisoners to the main building.
"She only says that it's something like yesterday" the man who had asked Miss Tairee before answered for Garrett. One of the Miss Tairee copies gave a nod.
The Miss Tairee copy facing Caboose and Ellen was still frowning somewhat. "You are in a pocket dimension created by my boss, the Writer, created for him to gather inspiration for the creation of new universes" the Miss Tairee copy answered, her voice mostly back to neutral, though still with some disapproval coming through.
Over at one edge of the lobby, one middle aged man looking outside suddenly perked up. "Oh my god, Martha?!" the man said in surprise, and rushed out the nearby revolving doors to head over to a middle aged woman who was walking by the library outside. The man ran to her, and quickly embraced her in a hug.
Some people inside let out yells of shock then, when the woman started using a large kitchen knife to stab the man's back repeatedly.
Presumably inside somewhere was a certain old scientist and his grandson, but otherwise at the start of the day there wasn't anyone there just yet. The Fanboys had largely spent the end of the night holed up in more hidden locations, or at the library.
Or were dead until the transition hit.
At least the arcade building itself had recovered back to normal instantly at the moment of the transition, leaving no trace of the battle that had taken place the previous night.
Edited by FirockFinion on Jun 28th 2019 at 9:57:16 AM
You are reading this.
Day 26-City Streets
"You hit me with a tree, asshole!" she yelled back. "My powers are fine!" Her endurance was more than enough, a normal human would have almost died. Van Kleiss kept healing off the damage she was doing to him, but there had to be a limit to that. He couldn't just regenerate forever, right? Makoto wasn't going to lose hope yet. She grit her teeth as Anat struggled to get over the damaged streets, being jolted around by the makeshift speed bumps. It was hard to not take the jab at Rex's memories personally, especially since she was going to lose hers on purpose. "It doesn't matter if we ever see each other again because right now we're together, and that's what counts the most!" Constantly worrying about the future wasn't how she wanted to live anymore. Enjoying the moment while it still existed was her objective now, while they were stuck here.
"Come on you coward, fight me for real!" Makoto skidded to a stop and used Mafreidyne again, setting off a barrage of explosions around Van Kleiss.
Day 27-The Arcade
It appeared to be abandoned as far as Ren could tell when walked into the building. he didn't immediately notice Rick or Morty from his position at the front of the Arcade. He frowned and wondered if he should pick a different spot to lurk. He could always check to see if Makoto would answer her phone if he called or texted her.
"Anyone alive in here?" he called, trying to see around the game machines. Just a normal high school student looking for a place to hide.
Edited by ScorpioRat on Jun 28th 2019 at 12:10:50 PM
Stop Killing My Titles
Zero, I Lived, Bitch
Unfortunately, this short-lived success was cut at the day switch.
Two, Under the Weather in the Arcade
"Ah... hello..." From the shadows emerged a familiar figure in blue clothes, approaching Ren. Two's latest few hours of oblivion were spent... well, dead. It was a trip. An endless expanse of nothing where thoughts didn't seem to work and light didn't reach. Was that the world after? She never had an opportunity to stay there for longer than a moment - after all, death was but a temporary stop in the City - but now that she experienced the endless black on the other side... it was something. And so, Two wandered from place to place, unable to find one for herself.
Hopefully the others were doing okay.
She looked at the young man in glasses and something resembling an understanding showed up on her tired face. "...have we not met somewhere?" She asked cautiously, trying to recall if she was not mistaken.
Elsewhere...
Ah, what a beautiful day. This must have been fate, to reunite him and Two like that, in this strange place of myriad origin.
Cent smiled as he strode forward with a purpose, idly twirling one of his short swords. Oh, his beautiful blue wonder was in for a surprise. She must have been having a hard time here. No doubt she found some friends - he would be happy to meet them too - but there was this unbreakable thread of fate between them that could not be compared to anything else.
As he walked, he stumbled into a fellow friend. "Greetings. 'tis surely a good day, is it not?" He spoke to Daisy with a salute.
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City Streets
"I'm blaming you for the choices that you made," Makoto said. His response to her accusation made her pause. So... Rex's parents. caused the EVO event? The whole situation seemed strange. Why would they try to hide their research but then overload a reactor? Wouldn't that draw more attention to the project instead of just wiping the files? She felt like there was more to this story, but there wasn't much time to dig deeper right now. Makoto certainly wasn't going to assume Van Kleiss would give her the objective version of what led up to the accident. The shock on her face turned into something more determined.
"...Unfortunately for you, Cesar is still alive. And maybe you didn't kill his family, but you still tried to take Rex's nanites and manipulated other EV Os into working for you! Besides, I know what you're here for today, and I'm not letting you get to your target." Anat glowed and threw another Freidyne at Van Kleiss. "Let's see how much more of this you can take!"
Edited by ScorpioRat on Jun 23rd 2019 at 6:46:08 AM