Delta groaned at Naruko's words. She nodded her head for a moment, then went back to trying to sign. She pointed her left hand at Naruko again, then at everyone else near them. Then she pointed at herself. Her helmet light flicked off, then turned on, this time green in color. The light flickered on and off several times.
Delta replied to Talk over the radio again. "No, talking is too human for what this suit was made for. Radio will suffice... although can you you tell the orange girl that I simply was trying to say I can help her stealth mission? She can talk all she wants - better her than me."
Scott frowned in confusion at man's words. Yeah, it was pretty obvious his sword was all jagged, you could tell just by looking at it. And it was awesome, and made it hurt more when he used it on someone. Then... why was his eye twitching and anger burning low in his gut at the words? For a split second, a glow seemed to surround his head, then was gone just as quickly as it came. Scott relaxed, and his grin slowly came back.
Scott stuck his tongue out at Akechi. "My sword is cooler than yours."
Then something touched his shoulder from behind and he yelped. As a voice spoke in his ear, he spun around, bringing his sword up in front of himself on instinct. He found himself staring up into the eyes of the tall, thin demon woman. How the hell had she snuck up on him like that? Still, possibly crazy demon chick or not, she was praising his sword. Scott preened at the words, and he puffed out his chest slightly. "Thanks demon lady. It's about time someone realized it." Scott glanced pointedly and obviously at Akechi. "Some people around here have no taste. It's very sad."
Jack-O' turned around at Tucker's cock of the head, and smirked at the pile of steaks and cow parts. What a crude, but thoughtful way of providing sustenance.
"Aside from sustaining themselves on beef, they're trading information about their identities, skill-sets and some such. All useful things to know on the battlefield, seeing as we're all a team now."
The bounty hunter raised a hand to the Blue Team member, offering a handshake.
"It's best we do the same. In case you didn't catch it, the name's Jack-O'."
As soon as Jack-O' introduced herself, she playfully jerked her hips and counted off her fingers, her voice suddenly taking on a higher pitch.
"I can...float for a bit, put up barriers, and I've got Lantern tied around my leg, a conduit for my fire spells, and I'm suuuper good at those kinds of spells!"
She kicked the ball and chain forwards to show Tucker, and as she did, an orange light suddenly emanated from it.
"Hm?"
The orange light soon took shape, and though not solid, that shape was soon clear; a little chubby thing, with orange skin and bat-like wings that didn't seem capable of carrying it, or anything, in flight with their miniscule size.
And its face looked something like this;
;~;
Jack-O' knelt down to the little thing coming out of her weapon, quiet and listening as it spoke to her in a digitized voice.
Mama...are you gonna be okay?
With eyes indicative of a mother's care, Jack-O' smiled at the little thing and stroked Lantern, as if stroking the cheek of her child.
"We'll get out of this alright, Bat. Just another bump in the road, hm?"
And the bounty hunter's voice had suddenly gone back to its original, lower pitch.
She looked back up to Tucker, remembering what she was talking about before; sharing her abilities.
"This is Bat, full name; Bat out of Hell. He helps me simplify and enhance the process of casting fire magic. Say hello to the nice man Bat."
Hey there...M-Mister.
edited 9th Jul '16 4:41:30 AM by LatverianBadger
"Shake the dust." - Anis MojganiSusan's wide grin only got wider, revealing a couple more teeth than one expected could fit in a mouth, as she instantly snapped back "First off, I'm not a demon."
She quickly backed away, her smile going back to normal dimensions. She shrugged as she said, "I'm not terribly offended, mind you! It's understandable that someone like you, young and from some strange universe, would get me confused with something else. I'd just prefer if you'd avoid calling people something they're not, especially when you're that far off."
Now that she got that out of her system the not-demon realized that, of course, Scott had taken her kind complement and used it as back-sass fuel. Her own first guess didn't seem that far off. "Secondly...Scott, we're about to be shot at together," she said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "Can you let something minor like their opinion of your sword slide until after we've gotten through this?"
edited 8th Jul '16 11:51:56 PM by wikkit
Ami grimaced as their plans were yet again re-arranged. At this rate, they were never going to get to the action. She crossed her arms and began tapping one finger against her elbow in an ill-fated attempt to ward off her own impatience.
"Okay, three groups, whatever. I'm going with whoever's doing the most fighting. In case you didn't catch it th' first time, my name's Ami, and I can fly, control the wind, stop people from moving, curse people, and punch and kick people. Like, really hard." Was all she had to say on that matter, as might have been expected of her.
On any other matters, she had nothing to say at all, having mostly just ignored what everyone else was saying. Except for one. The constant bandying around of the word 'demon' had caught her pointed ears. She had no personal stake in the debate of the morality of demons, but still, she could't let it go.
"Hey. Y'all talking shit about demons. How 'bout you shut the fuck up?"
After all. What kind of person would she be, if she let people get away with being racist at the species (er. Half-species?) of one of her best friends(/rival/crush)? The fact that the aforementioned friendship was not really mutual on Miyako's part did not deter her at all.
Icarax
The Makuta's gaze lingered on Korra for a moment before he turned away with a snort. This was not the Korra he met on his mission in the south pole- the avatar, as he had seen her then, was a fountain of light. The person she was now, was a shadow, a hollow branch; a treacherous fog. But it did not matter- her life story was not his business, not yet.
He heard his name, somewhat unexpectedly. Turning to the speaker, he found himself looking at the bedraggled spectacle of the god of thunder. Behind the mask, Icarax's lips twisted into a smirk.
"Well met, Armani Dove. Now this is an unexpected meeting, still," and here the Makuta gave a short flex of the arms. "I dare say that it's a much better alternative than rotting away under the one eyed glare of Nick Fury."
The lightning symbol on the Makuta's chest flashed a faded yellow in the dim lighting of the basement.
"I would like to inquire upon your adventures since the Annihilation, but we have a new mission to plan."
Thus speaking, the Makuta stepped over and joined the circle of swordsmen that had formed.
"I apologise for not introducing myself earlier." He spoke to Scott- if he was listening; and to Mitsuhide, who still had a drawn sword. "My name is Makuta Icarax, and though my sword-" here the Makuta reached behind him and unclasped from his back a long cloth wrapped thing. With a single graceful twirl, the cloth fell to the ground in ribbons, revealing a massive, silver, double bladed sword. Its surface was smooth as the calmest lake and its edges shone under the dim light, glowing as if on fire.
-"has no name, it has served me well through my ten thousand years of existence. With it I have brought low heroes, armies and cities; and now I offer its services to you, my fellow warriors."
Everyone's pulling out their swords. I drop the steak down and watch from outside. I'd join the circle, see, but I don't think I can actually get anything out. They're nice swords, really. Not as pretty as Kanshou and Byakuya or my kitchen cleaver, but definitely a sight for sore eyes.
"Trace…"
Wow. My lips are moving on their own.
"On."
Every sword in the room lifts her head, streaks towards me, and embeds herself in my skull. I mean, that's not what happens, but it sure feels like it. I take each one in like an old friend.
"Hi there."
"Shut up," grouches the Power of Heartbreak. "Leave me alone, dweeb."
"Yo."
"I did not solicit your company," says Gilded Talon frostily. "Get thee hence, wastrel."
"How's it going?"
"I'm so sorry," says White Fang, "but it was better going without you."
"Can I at least have your name?"
"No," says the huge sword airily, before twirling past me like a very large ballerina in a very poofy ballgown.
And they all sit in my head, some rather sulkily. Oh, well. They'll warm up eventually.
I hope.
edited 9th Jul '16 11:56:04 PM by troydenite
Scott blinked at the demon lady's reaction to being called a demon. She seemed kind of touchy about it, something he filed away for later. And those teeth scared him. What little of Scott's sense of self-preservation existed made sure he didn't get his throat torn about by this woman, wresting control away from the growing part that wanted to lash out at her. "Uh... what are you exactly then? An alien? Oh! Are you a mutant? Is teleporting your mutant power? Or maybe fire! It would fit the de- uh, your look."
Once again, Scott took a second to figure out what she meant by her second part. He glanced around, and caught sight of Akechi. Huh, he'd forgotten about him. "Oh right, you're here." He looked back at the demon lady and grinned. "I totally forgot. Besides, I know my sword is cool, so I'm good."
"Elesis," the young knight replied, suddenly remembering there were things such as manners and proper introductions. "My name's Elesis. Nice to meet-"
Her completely appropriate and by no means belated introduction was abruptly interrupted by a foul-mouthed teenager with pointy ears. Naturally, the woman known as the Crimson Avenger did not take it very well, and so she glared at the disrespectful girl with annoyance and contempt, her amber eyes coated in a faint unnatural glow. Her right hand was also gripping her claymore somewhat more tightly, but that was more hard to tell since she was wearing gloves almost all the way up to the shoulder.
"...another demon hunter."
Mitsuhide — return of exasperation
Shooting Scott one last disapproving look, Mitsuhide ignoring his jab and followed Jory, mainly in order to put some space between him and the rude teenager. He thought of saying something, but the conversation was as hectic as ever, so he waited for it to quiet down; in the meantime, he sat down, his heels tucked beneath him, hands on his thighs.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.This boy wasn't really getting on her good side, right now. As much as she wanted to make sure they all liked each other, every other word that came out of his mouth really just made her feel like abandoning him. But, it wasn't like it was physically hurting her to be around him just yet, right?
Her smile had continued to shrink with every guess about her origins, but she still sounded sincere when she said "I'm a hard working United States Citizen who pays her taxes. And considering how much I make, I pay a lot of taxes. Let's keep it at that, please. Besides," she said, dodging the question of what her mutant powers are, "what can you do?"
"I mean, all I've seen is your...cool sword," she had to resist groaning as she said those last words, the pain of using those terms growing with each second she spent around him. "Is a swordsman all you are?"
Xigbar nodded as he watched everything occur and stated, "Trust me kid, I've had my fair share of...bad spots. This hasn't been the first time I got sucked into a world-saving situation at this level. From the looks of it," he paused looking at the few who knew what was going on before continuing, "I'm not the only who's familiar with what I'm talking about..." They must've been there when we took on Omega. If that's true, then we must be the next iteration that's survived and continued on to help the newbies...Man, what I wouldn't give to see those guys again...
[DATA LOST]Armani — to Korra, Icarax
Armani's beaming face rapidly dropped as she just gave him confused stuttering.
Then he got it. "Oh..." He sighed. —Of course not. Should have known by now, I don't get nice things.—
She kept stumbling over herself, her awkwardness hidden from absolutely no one, before clenching her fists and grumbling at him, followed by an angry face she...obviously put a lot of work into.
Armani cocked his head at her. —Well, that's a moodswing.— He studied her sadly for several seconds; he understood more or less why she was reacting like this, pushing people away forcefully when things got too weird. What he couldn't understand why SHE was reacting this way.
—Cause she's not the girl you're remembering—
"Sorry, miss." He pulled his hands up placatingly, and glanced to the side. "I think I knew a version of you in another universe, once. Thought I recognized you." He shook his head. "Honestly, with something like the multiverse, I really should just be surprised that this doesn't happen more often", he muttered somewhat to himself.
Well, he thought glumly, that's certainly a mood killer. Maybe next, he'd meet a version of his old friend Chaika that happened to hate his guts too, that would just be great.
He did smile glumly when Icarax passed though. "Yeah, we really do. Half of these people seem like they know about as much about battlefields as I do girls."
He glanced over at the growing group of people who were there just to show off their swords to each other and see who's was the best.
His hands twitched as he felt the sudden overwhelming urge to go over there and prove his sword was the mightiest and strongest of all, like his very manhood depended on it!
Which was about the time he decided to shut Thor out of his thoughts again. He threw up the mental wall and rolled his eyes as the temptation melted like stone under lightning. Er, like rain on leaves on a hot day. Or something. He threw up a second wall while silently thanking his Uncle Apollo for accidentally teaching him how to be a real top contender in the worldwide suppression olympics (you live with someone like freaking Apollo for sixteen years, and it becomes a skill that comes naturally to you).
edited 9th Jul '16 11:13:49 AM by tvtropesnoob
At the sound of the idiot yelling girl, Lady turned to glare at her at the same time as Elesis, crossing her arms as well in pure annoyance at the idiot girl who clearly had no idea what she was going on about.
"Likewise." She said to Elesis without breaking her glare. "Glad to see some people understand my position. When one of these demons on the team turn on someone and gut them, I'm going to say "I told you so" as soon as I'm done shooting said demon." She glanced at the girl out of the corner of her eye for a second, sizing up her weapons. "So, what exactly can you do? I don't see a single gun on you. Strikes me as a really bad idea to go demon hunting with nothing but a sword."
edited 9th Jul '16 11:12:49 AM by Meanken
"I..." Yi moved over to some members of the group who showed their swords. He then unsheathed his Hyperlight blade, looking at it for a long while, and then showing it along with the other swordsmen of the group.
"I don't remember much..the memories often...are painful, but atleast I remember one thing clearly. I have held this sword.....always.
And I always did. My blade will help you all."
Tali - Delta, Conan, Nagisa, Naruko
Too human? What does that even mean? What was her suit made for? I probably don't want to know. Tali nonetheless turned to Naruko.
"She says that she can help you with stealth. It's better that you talk than her, apparently." This is going to be a problem unless I solve it now. Reaching out, she accepted Conan's note, skimming over it quickly.
"Your name is Conan, then? Nice to meet you." She was unable to inject much sincerity into the platitude, leaving it rather empty. But she could do other things. She raised her right arm and began rapidly keying in commands on her omnitool. It still had a substantial amount of omni-gel to fabricate things with and what she wanted was simple enough that there were bound to be a dozen varieties in the database. In less than a minute, she found what she wanted and hit the FABRICATE command. The omnitool hummed almost inaudibly as it worked. Two objects took shape within the orange gauntlet and she took them out with a satisfied nod. The first was a slim datapad that she offered to Conan.
"If you use this stylus..." She demonstrated by detaching the slender stylus from the side of the pad and scribbling speech on the screen. "...it works the same as your notepad, only it can speak." She hit the big center button and a tinny, synthesized voice crackled from the datapad's speakers. "You can adjust the volume with this knob here, and clear the screen with this other button here. I hope it helps."
The other device was a radio receiver, hard-coded to the frequency Delta was using, connected to a similar speaker, and she offered that to Delta.
"If you want to just stick this anywhere on your suit, it should stay whereever you put it and pick up your transmissions. Volume is controlled here. Whatever your suit was designed for, it shouldn't stop you from talking to people."
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao TzuDelta blinked. That was it? All that was required was sticking a little piece of a strange material onto her helmet. No extensive modifications? No rebuilding every component? No horrifying surgeries and mutations to ensure compatibility?
"...thanks...." she eventually uttered, pressing the receiver against the suit's helmet.
Mitsuhide looked at Yi as he showed his own sword. Getting up, he said, "It is the warrior that makes the sword, master Yi. Not the sword, the warrior. A dishonourable heart, the swordmasters tell us, makes a sword weak; and a masterwork blade cannot mask a coward." He paused and glanced aside from a moment, a frown passing on his face. "Trust in yourself and in your lord, and you shall prosper."
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Conan tilted his head, fascinated by the device he was handed by Tali. He pondered it for a little while, before nodding at her thankfully. He shifted some as he put his notebook and pen back in his pocket. Then he lifted the stylus and wrote on the pad he'd been given...
"Wow! Thank you Tali, I appreciate it. This will probably be a lot easier now..."
He blinked when Delta spoke also, then looked at the suited woman with a wooden nod as he wrote further.
"Looks like things will be a lot easier now, Delta. Now I just hope everyone calms down and works together."
And in this heart, our bond cannot break. From here to the end and back again I will stand sharp. The light in me will guide you home...Jory had noticed Mitsuhide coming near him, sitting then raising to bring helpful words to one Master Yi. "Confidence yes... You need to search your soul and find what that blade will fight for, decide that for yourself and make sure it is a worthy fight" Counselled the scarred knight. "Mitsuhide, if you and Gilded Talon fight for your lord, then let me ask you, what does your lord fight for?" He enquired.
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song."Lord Nobunaga wishes to conquer the land," Mitsuhide said, waving his hand dramatically. "Only under his rule can the chaos — both in Japan and in the strange world Orochi created — be quelled. I fight so that ambition will become reality. What about you? Who is your lord?"
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home."Domination to quell chaos... yes I fought for that once, I know how that happens... I am pledged to Lady Oihanna, princess of slugs, like I was to Lord Alistair and Lord Ramsey before her" Responded Jory, in his stoic tone with no qualms to the title his lady had, neither the quick succession of lords in his lifetime. "I now server her and fight for peace, whether it is directly as her knight or indirectly as a sellsword." He explained.
edited 9th Jul '16 3:05:02 PM by Sanojutsu
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.Nagisa - Naruko, Tali, Delta, Conan, probably etc.
She agreed with Naruko! Well, a Naruko. She'd actually gotten quieter, but her voice was still armor-piercing. "I would very much enjoy mutual friendship, between the lot of us! Though that doesn't seem to be the priority of all involved." Bebe looked a bit despondent at that particular factoid- entirely accurate as it was- head lolling down. "But even if the friendship is not always nice and easy it's still a bond strong as forged steel!" That was the right metaphor, right? Anyways, Nagisa saw it with her own two eyes. Kyoko and Mami had rarely gotten along, but they'd still been comrades in arms.
One of the many anonymous faces in armor approached and handed both Conan and Delta something. Huh. Present time? Nagisa didn't have anything to give. But the presents seemed very useful, and that earned a bright chirp out of Bebe's felt throat!
Wait, Delta was a woman?
Nagisa took to the skies, for all of a few inches, hovering around to inspect Tali's gifts more closely. The folds of her dress rippled, she hung herself off Conan's segmented shoulder. "How wonderful that you can both speak now! Sing your thoughts to your own content, for I'm sure they're precious." It wasn't clear where that particular sentiment had come from. Nagisa idly poked at the surface of Conan's stylus a bit.
Kitkat Kitkat / He's our man / If any one screws up / He sure can -Imca"I..I see..." Yi slowly nodded to both Mitsuhide and Jory. "Thank you both...for the guidance...both of you." He remembered something...something he thought he said before but...
The edge of the sharpest blade is no match for the calm of the peaceful mind.
That's what he said...The sword doesn't make the warrior then. Yes..the memories...he only hoped that he wouldn't forget...
He wouldn't forget.
edited 9th Jul '16 7:48:57 PM by Darkomega245

"I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. A bit ticked that I'm plucked away from home but then again, so is everyone else." The girl said quite honestly to Xigbar, huffing and sulking for just the barest of moments before Delta came on over to pantomime the fact that she should be more quiet. Man, that was a sight for sore eyes considering how much times her mentors told her off for being a loud ninja. "Ah, don't worry. I'm loud right now but I'll be more professional and quiet when we set out. Best for us to try to get everything out of the way right now so we can actually concentrate on the mission, ne?" The blonde said back to the scuba diver, winking and zipping her mouth while making her words come out a bit quieter. "Thanks for the guidance though. I used to be a mouthy little brat back in the day." The girl said with a smile, giving a smile and a thumbs up to the trio consisting of Delta, Nagisa, and Conan. "Also nice to meet you all as well. Wanna be friends?~" It was pretty easy to compare her personality to the sun at the moment, really.
In comparison to the original, her copy was having a much worse day it seemed. "It's okay..." Her softly spoken words would only get lost in the midst of Korra's louder and more heated response to a bloke that seemed to think he knew her, and the fact that the girl was now making such a familiar face was just adding to the guilt. Oh dear, Boss is going to feel so bad when I poof away and she gets my memories..." Shuddering at the fact her small act led someone to become like this, the copy appeared to be the polar opposite of her creator in the fact that she was simply smiling to prevent others from seeing her true thoughts while negative and guilty feelings roiled about inside her gut.
The feeling of wanting to help Korra but not being able to germinated inside. "I must help her since I caused this." Looking briefly at the so-called Avatar, the ninja resolved to follow and keep an eye on the dark-skinned girl. After all, she's already experienced what happened when someone with the same temperament felt like they had no choice in the matter... The thought made her clench her hand minutely, still remembering the metaphorical and physical pain of her heart being destroyed by someone near and dear. "Never again..."'
edited 8th Jul '16 8:11:36 PM by Makaioh