CoLC crossover RP, main thread

City Street, Middle Layer

While he was fumbling with the device's settings, trying to lower the brightness, Specter Knight added the numbers he'd heard into the "contacts" list he found on the device. It likely wouldn't be useful to him, but he didn't want to end up paying for it later.

"Apparently," he said after a few moments, "this device's number is 135-709. Make of that what you will. As for equipment, I have my scythe."

edited 20th Apr '16 11:05:37 AM by astrokitty

Having been traveling along with Plague Knight and the others, Ranma simply picked up a phone after the rest of them did and held it up to the artificial lighting to examine it. The thing didn't look like any phone she knew of, most of which were certainly quite a bit bigger and blockier than this wafer thin thing. The technical jargon being spouted out certainly put a damper on her parade.

Still, it didn't take long for her to figure out how to use due to both deductive reasoning and a hatred of losing to others. If other people could do it, she could figure out how to make the thing work! Parroting the more technically savvy people, the martial artist soon got in the groove. "Phone number is 726-627." The pigtailed girl quipped before throwing the thing up in a slight arc so it landed perfectly in one of her pockets. "...I just punch stuff and pick up whatever's lying around." The girl then replied with a shrug when it came her turn to explain her abilities, looking at the moment the very opposite of someone who regularly engages in overly violent melees.

edited 20th Apr '16 12:28:39 PM by Makaioh

Ben walked with the group, adding the others' numbers to his contacts list, then looked at Garrett, who was attempting to take inventory. "I've just got my Omnitrix," he muttered. He blinked, remembering something. "Oh yeah, and I got this guitar thing that I found on Day 2, apparently it acts like an axe? And this vine grappling hook thing."

He then glanced towards Plague Knight when he asked about the day's challenge. "I didn't pay much attention to it. Apparently there's someone who used to be a man, or something like that, and we have to deal with him. And if we do there'll be more places to eat around here. Guess Miss Tairee's sick of making us food," he muttered, shrugging.

edited 20th Apr '16 11:12:06 AM by AllHailThrall

Hol Horse looked over at the man, which he recognized as the insane one from yesterday's grocery-store-altercation (he still wasn't sure what exactly happened there), and sighed. Apparently, he was just a little crazy, even when not possessed.

With seriousness present in both his face and voice, Hol Horse said to him, "Not if I shoot you before you get the chance." There were times he was able to deal with this kind of bullshit by using his defense mechanism of befuddlement, but when it got so mundane as "I'mma stab you" Hol Horse felt like he could deal with it like he would any situation. If there wasn't a group of other powerful and weird people that presumably had some emotional investment in seeing this punk alive, he'd just shoot him on the spot.

"If you feel you must." Cole tilted his head to one side slightly. "DIO. I like that name. DIO. Your tongue rolls when you say it. Da-da-da-DIO, Deeeeeeeeoh, ohhhhh. Deeeeeooooo. ...your head is tangled like my friend Blackwall. You both need hairbrushes. That's okay, I need one too."

Sans saw Hol Horse follow him and ask if he could tag along, of course. Before he could even answer, however, Cole caught on and basically threatened to kill the guy to dissuade him from following them, this resulted in Sans giving Cole the most baffled look he could while still grinning like normal, that guy had interesting ways of dealing with people for sure. On another note Sans now knew he could turn invisible, which was both interesting and concerning.

"let's not shoot or stab anyone in the face today, 'k?" said Sans in an attempt to defuse the situation, then he turned to Hol Horse "i was kinda hoping to be able to this guy," he gestured towards Cole "about some more personal stuff, so... yeah i do kinda mind if you tag along."

Cole continued to ramble about... something. Either way all it did was leave Sans looking very confused, if Cole was trying to weird the guy out so he wouldn't follow them, then it was working because the skeleton himself was starting to reconsider talking to Cole in private.

"I said I wouldn't stab him! I wouldn't unless I needed to!" Cole sighed softly, clearly bothered that his very clear statement was misconstrued. "He doesn't mean us any harm," he finally said, turning to look at Sans. "He doesn't know what to make of me, neither of you do. That's all right. But..." He looked to the ground slightly. "This...conversation should be just between us, I think. For both of our sakes. I'm sorry, Mr. Horse."

"Hm....." Plague Knight pondered. Just not give us much information..... he thought. Then he turned to Garret.

"I have different components that I use to create a variety of different bombs," the knight began, "well as Arcana, magical artifacts that I use at times; some health potions; specialized bombs of my own design that allows me to jump higher; my staff; and both this coat and sword I took from a man whom were hostile towards us during the third day," he said, pulling out said sword. "I think it or the coat shoot out bees, but I have not had the time to test them."

Under normal circumstances he would've obliged, but Cole had just changed it to anything but normal.

He stared at him for a bit, a mixture of surprise and anger in his voice as he said, "How the hell do you know that name, Kid?"

"Because it's in your head. Who is he? You have a lot of conflicting thoughts about him." Cole's voice took on a slightly sterner tone. "You shouldn't think that way about women, either. That is wrong."

"... you really don't care about other's privacy huh," said Sans, although at least Cole wasn't going into detail, it still meant he was hearing exactly what the guy there was thinking about without any invitation, which means he probably had done the same thing to him yesterday, explaining how he knew about his experiences with that kid. "by the way, your name is horse?" he asked Hol Horse, clearly looking amused by that name.

edited 20th Apr '16 1:23:59 PM by FullMoon

City Streets, Middle Layer

Bill, staying quiet for a while, decided to speak up. " Honestly, I've heard funnier names than that. Granted, hearing what they are would probably cause you to spontaneously combust, but it is what it is."

Cole grimaced at Sans's comment, lowering his head to rub at the back of his neck. "I'm sorry...I can hear it, just the same way you can hear me talking. I've tried to not hear it and it doesn't work." He winced, sort of backing up a bit to go around them. "We...we should head for those stairs..."

The City, Bottom Tier

"I see." Nanoha paused. "Those people looked like they fell down from above. Do you think there might be a way to get back there?"

This post was thumped by the Merciless Hammer of Doom

Hol Horse stared intensely at Cole, his feelings towards him worsening by the second. The one thing he had no idea on how to deal with was a mind reader, because couldn't they just forsee the bullets, dodge, and then stab him in the back of the head? There's a reason why Boingo was so useful, if obtuse.

He refused to offer Cole another word out of indignation (and because anything he thought was presumably being broadcasted loud and clear) and said to Cole's much less prying friend, "Yes, that is my surname. Ain't nothin' wrong with it."

That was the surname huh? What a great surname to have. Either way it seemed that Mr.Horse was getting increasingly frustrated with Cole, not that Sans couldn't understand the reason why. Cole's explanation on how exactly his mind reading worked was a bit unexpected, it looked like it was a power he couldn't control, figures.

"anyway, we should be going already before we lose too much time here. see ya horse guy."

Figuring that the guy wouldn't want to deal with Cole for much longer, Sans just kept walking forward and expecting Cole to follow him.

Cole kept his head down, practically trying to hide under his hat as they walked, silent for the first moment before he spoke again. "I'm sorry. I know no one likes that I can see inside them. I try to be careful about it but I'm not very good at it yet. I want to help. I'd...like to try to help you if I could. You...have questions. You can ask any of them. I won't hide anything."

Sans shrugged "as long as you don't go around telling people my secrets, i don't care." he said as he looked around to see if there were any staircases around, then he looked straight at Cole "so, how much do you know about me?"

edited 20th Apr '16 4:35:26 PM by FullMoon

Middle Layer, walking with skeletons

"I'll try not to." Cole started to wring his hands together as they walked, his usual manner. "...I know everything that hurts. I know that just because your people call themselves monsters, they don't act like them. I know you..." He paused, then lowered his voice, to where only Sans would overhear.

"I know you made a promise that you wish you hadn't kept...and you think it's your fault what happened to your brother. It isn't your fault. Even if you had killed them straight away, it might not have worked in the end anyway. You know that. You were in a hard, hopeless, helpless place, you had been for so long that you had forgotten how not to be there. But you did find it again, to try, even knowing you couldn't stop it, not forever. Your...your brother seems so nice. P...Pa-py...rus. I would...I would have liked to know him, I think. ...he would be proud of you, you know. If he knew. I can see where his pain touched your's. He just wanted you to be okay. He wouldn't want you to be so sad. He would be thrilled to know you fought."

Cole hunched his shoulders a little more, biting at his lip, still hiding under his hat. "I'm sorry...I don't know how to help any better. Sometimes it's too tangled and it tears...I tore it, I'm sorry..."

edited 20th Apr '16 4:50:46 PM by ColeMinor

Cole was acting in such a variable and ever-changing way that it was almost disarming. One minute he was vaguely homicidal, the next annoying, the one after calm and cloying. Hol Horse wasn't sure of what he wanted besides for his mind to stop being read. "I'll ask my questions some other time, Cole," he said as he turned and started walking away to wherever-this-person-wasn't. "You've got stuff to do."

While walking away to a non-psychic-inhabited zone, Hol decided to take a closer look at the phone if only to get his mind off of things that he didn't want Cole to see. It was his first time seeing a touch screen, which was an odd experience in and of itself, but as soon as he figured out how to get past the lock screen it only seemed to increase his wonder. This thing had a calculator, a notepad, and a camera?! How the hell did they fit all of this inside a little thing like this? It was only so much bigger than a playing card! Mucking around with the most interesting, the camera application, he was surprised when the first thing that came up was his own face. He didn't even see a lens on the front, just the screen, a button and a couple of mysterious holes.

Man, he managed to get himself in a tizzy about this that he only remembered that he didn't know his own phone number, didn't bother writing down anyone else's, and didn't bother asking before they ran off...Oh well. He could just dial an operator or find a phonebook if he really needed to. He walked over to Plague Knight, and said, "Hey, Plague, I bet you're having as much trouble as I am with this thing, eh?"

edited 20th Apr '16 5:33:40 PM by wikkit

Initially Sans wasn't too bothered, but once Cole began talking about Papyrus it seemed to affect him even though he tried to hide it, pointless as it was to try to hide something like that from Cole. He remained in silence for a bit before regaiming his composure.

"heh... you don't need to apologize," he said, shrugging in a rather carefree way, "i don't want to be helped, because i can't be helped. i've already accepted that no matter what i do, none of it really matters." He then yawned once again. "so you don't need to worry about me, 'k?" he concluded, still keeping his act.

Middle Area - Hopefully one of them knows where they're going

Cole looked to Sans, then down at his feet. "...you don't have to keep smiling for me. I...I know you do it because it helps, it makes you feel more in control, because people don't know. If they don't know then they won't try to help, and you don't have to worry about disappointing them if you can't do something."

Another pause. "I...used to...when I made a mistake trying to help...I could make them forget. I was able to clear their mind of the fact that I was ever there, and start over. Try again. As many times as it took to get it right. I can't do it anymore..." He looked to Sans again. "I...see now how it was wrong. I'm sorry. I wish...I hadn't ever done it. But I didn't understand before."

Middle Area, No one left but us weirdos

Bill floated next to Hol Horse, staring at him. " So... you look like you've had some interesting experiences. Do you wanna tell me about it while we're wasting time on whatever fruitless task your friends are doing?"

Both the human and krogan raised an eyebrow after Nanoha's question, and glanced at each other briefly. "What, your little floating trick only works for a few feet or something?" the krogan asked in return.

"There's some stairs. I saw elevators but most of the ones going down here looked busted" the human man answered. "The place shifts around so directions ain't gonna help; just go wandering around until you find 'em" he added with a shrug.

As Sans and Cole came across an elevator that went up, a British accented man spoke up from behind them. "Hold up on the door there, chaps" Lieutenant Wells called out, stepping just past them to the elevator doors and keeping them open as a couple more random folk got onto the elevator. One fellow who was approaching the elevator from a bit down the street promptly stopped and turned around once he spotted Cole, ducking into an alley.