He came to a stop on the crumbled remains of a building's wall, eyes scanning for any signs of activity, goblin or human. Today was a typical patrol, and besides one or two small goblins lurking around, it had been pretty quiet. The freaks hadn't even known he was there before he put them down. Nearly a year since he'd fought off the Three-Eyes, and seeing the difference he had made since then made him happy. Less and goblins were being spotted, and more and more survivors were showing up. They had a place to live safely, and they'd managed to get in contact with other groups, including Tokyo. He allowed himself hope that one day they'd take Japan back entirely from the goblins.
Keying his radio, Teppei called over it. "Yuki, see anything?"
"Nothing Teppei-kun. I think those two were it for today."
He towering goblin grinned. "Awesome! Then let's head back."
"Oh, do you want to visit Tsubasa-chan?"
Teppei felt his face flush, and the hole in his chest flare. "N-no! I just think that we've done all we can for today. It's not long before we were too head back. anyway."
"Hehe, if you say so Teppe-"
Then everything seemed to jolt and shudder for a moment, and Teppei was somewhere else. Instinct kicked in, and he went to move to try and put distance between himself and the people suddenly appearing in front of him, but found himself completely unable to move. He couldn't even shift between forms. Unable to move, he instead took in where he was. Questions of why could wait until he was sure it was safe.
Wherever he was, was big and new. That itself was a surprise. No one would build something this nice in the city, not even inside of settlement. It'd be a stupid waste. And if it was outside of there, a stupid goblin would have most likely trashed it by now.
And then there was the group of people in front of him. Even to him, they seemed strange. Like the type of people you'd see at a convention, and some that could be Goblins. The young-horned boy flushed and averted his eyes when he noticed the clothes some of the girls were wearing.
It was then that Teppei noticed something that he really should have noticed. He was human. He didn't remember changing, either. He began to panic. Where were his weapons? Was Yuki ok?
Whatever thoughts he had ground to a halt as a portal opened, and a cat-man stepped out. Like from one of the animes the girl's at school used to talk about. And Teppei knew enough about having a tail, to know that the man's was real. He seemed to be walking funny because of it as well.
The young boy did everything he could to stare a hole through the man as he walked around explaining the 'game' they were supposed to be a part of. Like a messed-up version of one of the TV game shows. The moment he felt the force holding him in place disappear, he searched the area around him for his equipment. A small burst of relief flowed through him as he spotted his sword, rifle and shield leaning against the wall directly behind him. He couldn't see his radio, though. And his equipment looked... smaller, than it had before.
It wasn't important for now. He had to get back to the city. Teppei stormed over towards the cat-man, anger on his face. "Send me back! I don't time for your stupid games! The city needs me!"
Quit Clowning Around
Well this was a fine surprise to wake up too after a night of partying. Buggy stood in his cell, forced to watch this freak with a tail go on and on about some show. He saw a lot of people lined up in front of him, and could assume there were others lined up to his sides. He caught something about this being about heroes and villains and guessed the two sides were two teams. What does that make his side? He had to be a hero, because everything he did was in the right. The only people that got hurt probably deserved it. Yeah that had to be it.
Wait, Liberty Mc Trustworthy? Seriously?
Once they were finally freed, Buggy craned his neck to the side. Being stuck completely still caused a kink to form in his muscles. He gave their gracious host a incredulous look, one might even say he was giving him the stink eye. "And he called me creepy? How about you act your age there punk." the clown grumbled to himself. It was about this time that one of the ones on his side of the line near-by mentioned something relevant to the clown. The man was wearing all green and had the letters DIO on his hat. Putting aside how weird that was, he brought up a good point. He asked about the grand prize.
"Yeah, tell us more about this prize. It better be something actually valuable and not some crap like friendship or something like that. I'm not playing your game for free." Buggy complained loudly.
Ribbit
Tsuyu stepped out of her cell once she was able to move again and quickly took stock of their surroundings. She had managed to stay calm when her movements were restricted and noticed how, aside from the strange arches, this did look like one big house. It made the host's claims that all of these people were going to be living together seem a lot more plausible and likely. If these villains were like the villains she has run across in the past, this was going to be pretty difficult.
Her eyes scanned the line of supposed villains in front of her and took in just how varied they were. Some were immediately hostile, some were neutral, and one actually seemed to be cowering. Aside from his grey skin, the young boy didn't look like the villain that he had been built up to be. His fear could just be an act, but a hero is supposed to help people in need. She was going to school to be a hero, this is what she wanted to do.
Tsuyu carefully approached Evan, making sure to walk around the growing conflict and stay in the back out of sight. "Are you alright?" she asked the young mutant. Her expression was always neutral, but her body language was relaxed and calm.
-As he awakes, Wulfrik can only stare in complete confusion. Gone is the Seafang, his fearsome longship, instead he finds himself in a great hall more alien than the great temple-cities of the scalefolk or the tombs of Khemri. All around him, and equally restrained, are dozens of people and Chaos spawn. Before he can get a better look at them, a beastman appears in a flash of lightning. It is unlike any Wulfrik has ever seen before, though definitely with a Slaaneshi bent to him, is yammering on about... something about killing? And being raised?-
-As the restraints are lifted, Wulfrik drops to the ground. These cannot be the halls of mighty Khorne, where all true Norscan warriors hope to go for eternity. Rising, the Worldwalker notes that he still has his armor, weapons and even trophies from defeated enemies. As he reaches up to see if his lucky skeleton is still there, a snarling noise followed by snapping makes him look up. By straining his neck, he can just see the ornately carved figurehead of the Seafang like a grotesque banner, still reaching for his fingers.-
-This settles it. If the Seafang's source of power is still with him, then this is no false vision of paradise, but yet another test by the gods, a test or a reward. In ny case, proper thanks must be given, so Wulfrik draws his sword. What better victim than the gods' emissary, sent to ensure that he is strong enough to deserve their favor?-
-But before he can gut the beastman, another of the prisoners tries to kill the creature herself, using a weapon that vaguely resembles those of the Empire.-
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Medicine
Ah. What was this? Why couldn't she remember what had occured? Where was she? These questions bothered Medicine more than she wanted.
What could she do? To make this feeling of helplessness go away. There were many assembled, should she go ahead and show them what revenge looks like?
It was sorely tempting, but something made Medicine stay her hand. Maybe she could learn a thing or two first. Maybe she could find an ally. Doll emancipation would not happen by itself.
Diarmid O'Dyna
Lancer's mouth curled in distaste. This was a gameshow? He had only the faintest idea of what that entailed, but he knew enough that it rankled. Once more he was pulled into a contest, but he doubted this would be at all like the Holy Grail War. He scanned the other participants. A mixed bunch, and quite a few women. He hoped they had magic resistance of a sort, for their sakes.
With a group as big as this though, there should be some worth meeting.
His ears picked up the name Rin and Kirei. The two were apparently familiar with each other.
The name Kirei did not tell him anything in particular, but he could sense Command Spells on him. That alone made him someone of note. Was he a hidden Master?
"Pardon me, fair lady, how are you acquainted with that man?"
Specifying shouldn't be neccesary. There was only one person the knight could be referring to.
edited 4th Jul '16 3:29:47 AM by joergenjetsam
Conception is sin Birth is pain Life is toil Death is inevitable
Stop Killing My Titles
Valentine laughed as he backed away in an overexaggerated gesture, falsely raising his hands into the air as a sign of peace and no hostile intent. "Easy there, easy. Really fuckin' jumpy, aren't you?" He smirked at Xion, briefly glancing aside to check the other contestants. "I'm just telling you and that other guy" He pointed at Teppei. Honestly, how many kids were there in this lil' game show? The notion was amusing him a ton. "that they ain't gonna let you go just because you said please or because something important's cooking up in your place."
"You guys are pawns in that little chucklefuck's hands, his and his friends. So am I and everybody else here." The smirk became a grin. "So how about you guys learn to enjoy the newfound slaughterhouse? Gets easier after a while."
Meanwhile, Graham briefly wondered on Mamizou's words. It seemed obvious that they were full of themselves, but they also had enough power or technology to gather them here in the first place. Wincing a little from the touch he walked over to where the racoon girl went. Earlier on that girl with red accent in her hair encouraged everybody here to follow the rules issued by the catman and his superiors.
For now he said nothing, arms folded as he briefly checked on his equipment. Everything was in place, it seemed.
grah
Teppei stared up at the man talking to him, laughing and acting like none of this all mattered. Just looking at him, he could tell what kind of person he was. His eyes were the same as the ones he'd seen on people like those disgusting creeps Karasuba and Numazawa. He'd learned what they meant. This man didn't care about who he hurt or why, he did it because he wanted too. Because he thought he could.
The horned boy put himself between the man and the girl, staring him down without a trace of fear or worry. "I don't care what people like you think. And I don't care what they think. I'm not going to give up just because someone told me to, especially not you."
edited 4th Jul '16 3:23:55 AM by Alleydodger
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Having gotten up with difficulty (and making a mental note to get his technicians to work on miniaturising his shoulder exhaust ports once he was back on his ship), General Ruk lumbered toward the filthy human-with-Valkyrtail, intent on frying him as an example, but someone else beat him to the punch and fired some sort of black Tenno knockoff gun at the smarmy weakling. The Grineer grinned. It seemed like a fight was going to start sooner rather than later.
For now, though? He hung back. Let someone else eat the Hysteria and Paralysis first.
Did you know this section has a character limit?
"One at a time, one at a time! The human mind is not designed for five conversations at once-"
Unfortunately for Liberty, despite Rock's best efforts, a few shots snuck past. One of them struck the catboy straight in the forehead, and he dropped to the floor, dead.
His body was enveloped in a flash of bright white light, and a few meters away a similar flash came into being. As both lights died, Liberty McTrustworthy now stood at the second location, completely alive.
"Oww! That hurt! Please, don't do that that again!"
He cocked his head, as if listening to something that no-one else could hear. Which, in fact, he was.
"Alright, okay. No, you can't go home. Though if you want to vent your frustration, you're free to kill Liberty as many times as you- Hey!" He turned, glaring at a point on the wall. "C'mon! At least give me a forcefield or something! No, I don't care if you'll shoot me if they decide to cripple me instead! I don't want to be killed over and over-"
Part of the wall opened up and revealed a turret, which barked once before the wall closed again. Liberty hit the floor once more, and was resurrected a few meters away again.
"Okay, okay, fine. Should have read that fucking contract. Anyway, yes, prizes! The team that wins the most challenges will win the grand prize: all the technology that makes this show run! Indestructible forcefields, teleportation, multiversal travel, weapons that kill each and every one of you, and of course, the ability to raise the dead!"
"But even before then, the team that wins a challenge will win a prize! And the team that loses will receive a punishment!"
Tira would feel a heavy hand come down on her shoulder.
"Tira." said a very familiar voice.
Tesseract was not having a good day. Not only had he been taken from his life, from his daughter, to compete in some sort of reality show; not only had he been informed that he couldn't even visit violence upon the representative of those who would do him the indignity; he had also been reunited with several of the Overlords. In fact, he recognized a Seeker here too. Not only that, Spider-Man and Superman.
At the very least, these showrunners had given him two things: Menardi, the closest thing he had to a friend within the Overlords, and Tira.
That did not wipe away what was taken from him. The last time, Tatu had resurrected him. These people had stolen from him, and offered him little.
He would take that little, but he owed them no fealty.
"I owe you a death for your betrayal of Tatu. I do not care if you resurrect afterwards. Submit to one death, and we can put this business behind us."
edited 4th Jul '16 5:58:17 AM by GeekCodeRed
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Into Oblivion
It took quite a lot to make Xion angry. She had always been the soft-spoken, quiet girl, never letting any temporary temper she may have been feeling take over and make her do something she would regret. But when she was taken from her home, dropped into an arena with a bunch of lunatics, and forced to play a game show involving repeated death while her whole world was in jeapordy because of her continued existence...
Well, that was enough to get anybody riled up, wasn't it?
She started yelling again. "All right, you say I have to win these stupid games to win what I need to go home? Fine! Whatever! I'm going to win these games, turn this place into ashes so you don't put anyone through this ever again, then I'm going back to my world to save Sora! And if it turns out I was too late, it won't just be this place turned to dust, so you better figure out how to make it quick!"
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Vampire Hunter
Juri, Approaching McTrustworthy
Once McTrustworthy explained the situation (and showed off that Richard Kimball's patented BOC Resurrection system was working properly), Juri approached the obviously distressed catboy.
"I thought so," Juri said out loud. "If you idiots actually listened to his stupid reality show crap in the beginning, you would've heard him mention... this."
Juri seemed to be indicating how McTrustworthy came back from the dead and then chuckled a bit, licking her lips, "But I'm willing to play along if he's offering all of that as a grand prize."
"Now what's this about rewards and punishment?" Juri asked the catboy, curious what he meant by that, but grinned. "Sounds kinky."
Chun-Li, Deja Vu
"This sort of thing again?" Chun-Li muttered to herself as she kept an eye on Juri Han while she was dealing with the catboy. "I thought that was just a weird dream."
Chun-Li frowned and crossed her arms, annoyed that she can't really take out Juri or any of the other villains here at the moment.
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Tira's narrowed eyes narrowed even further as Liberty died only to come back. So this asshole was effectively immortal, meaning she had no way to shut him the fuck up. Just fucking great. And random assholes apparently felt the need to get in the way of her murder attempts. This time the interloper had been too slow, but Tira was sure this would not be the last time.
Fucking asshole! She yelled as she kept her gun pointed at Quintet. Do that again, and I'll make sure you die as painfully as possible!
Then the familiar faces began to reappear. The demon priest, Kieri first. Tira turned to glare at him as him. What do you care about them? God, have I ever told you that damn smirk on your face just pisses me the fuck off? And I don't seem to remember you being at that fight against Omega. What happened, did you shit yourself and run like the fucking coward you are?
And then another person demanded her attention, Tesseract. Easily among the top 3 of her most despised Overlord list. Tira shoved Tesseract's hand off of her shoulder as she turned to face him.
You. God damnit, it's been how many years and you're still Tatu's fucking lapdog? News flash, he's fucking dead! Literally no one in the fucking multiverse gives a shit about him but you and maybe that dumbass woman who wanted to screw him! This has got to be the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard, you know you're wasting your fucking time but you want to kill me anyway? And what the fuck makes you think I'm just going to let you kill me?
As Tira ranted, she quickly started planning. She remembered what the idiot could do, some magic shit that breaks bones on contact with skin. Not to mention his really stupidly fucking hard skin. Tira was prepared to fight him, but she knew he would just keep coming back until he managed to pull off a kill. And Gloomy had no wish to submit to dying, however temporarily, just to get him off her back.
She did have one idea, however. She remembered one of her ravens had told her way back when that the idiot had adopted a kid for no clearly identifiable tactical reason. The only reasonable conclusion she had reached at that point was that he liked kids, for some reason. Perhaps she could get Tessy to feel unconformable enough to go screw off. If this was not the other case and Jolly just ended up giving him an easy opening to strike in her current condition,then so be it. Tira's enraged face changed in an instant to one of a very sad, upset girl. Within a second, she had moved from snarling to crying.
WAHHHH! Tira yelled as she fell to her knees and started slapping them with her free hand (Having put away Soulgun but keeping a grip on Soul Edge). No no no no no, I don't wanna do this! I wanna go back! Let me go back, I miss Gavy! Tira stopped talking as she started sobbing pathetically, a clear opening to strike evident, if Tessy could bring himself to kill a (at the moment) defenseless, sad girl. .
Wesker, meanwhile, considered Liberty's words. Assuming this was not a trick, he found the terms quite agreeable. If it meant he could get his hands on this technology, he would play the game. The resurrection alone would be a true capstone to his assent to godhood. He approached Liberty, having one question to add.
"What sort of facilities are in this complex? Is there a lab anywhere? And I assume we have some form of personal rooms to use?"
Stop Killing My Titles
"You know, for someone who's three feet tall you sure talk a lot of shit to your elders." Jan sneered at Teppei, absentmindedly listening to Mctrustworthy getting perforated with bullets - twice - and then going back to continue droning on about the rewards.
Some of them, admittedly, sounded pretty cool, but both he and his brother were on borrowed time anyway. The money or the weapons could be fun, but if Millennium fancied it they would both combust into nothing at a moment's notice. As such, his goal was to savor the destruction and death he could sow at the moment.
So when Xion gave cry to her outrage he couldn't help but laugh. "See, kiddo? She gets it already!" Satisfied with this little victory he shuffled over to where Juri was. Man, they sure had some crazy broads in here and Valentine loved it.
"Yeah, what she said. So far there's been a lot of talk and none of smack."
grah
-Wulfrik sheathes his sword with a disgusted look. To offer this craven weakling to the Dark Gods would have been an unforgivable offense, life having value only in its ending. And then it speaks of reward and punishment. Wulrik's afterlife is clearly to be no different from his wandering existence.-
-However, this talk of "teams" makes the Norscan uneasy. The Norsca are not known for their subtleties in choosing leaders, who reign over their clans by strength, guile or even magic, until they are replaced by one more stronger, craftier, or better favored by the gods. And no one has yet presented themselves as responsible for their servitude. Planting himself before the beastman, he barks out his objection in Norscan, which his gift makes understandable to all. -
I fight for Chaos and those it chooses, whelp! Under whose banner are we to serve here? Let him show himself!
"The ability to raise the dead..."
It was such an absurd claim that I nearly saw red; even though I was currently experiencing the afterlife. People don't just come back to life. The only thing stopping me from scoffing was the demonstration our invisible hosts gave of exactly that. Liberty seemed just fine for someone who'd been shot in the head. It was real. They really could bring the dead back to life.
My breath caught in my throat, and my pulse quickened, but only for a second; a second I spent coming to terms with what this all meant. I didn't even need to think about how I would use it. That much was obvious. What else was obvious was that everyone here would be subjected to the same instantaneous resurrection in case of any untimely deaths. That was useful information. It meant death wouldn't hold the same fear for some of the others. They were likely to get sloppy and brazen. Someone as naturally cautious as I am could thrive in an environment like this.
I had already decided I would win this game, but before I could formally accept, one of my teammates - 'Tira', Liberty had called her - went into hysterics. It was disgusting. I felt my lip curl.
"Shut up, you vapid tart!" I snarled. I had no tolerance for hysterical women. "If you're going to have an episode, do it where none of us have to listen to it! But while we're all here, show some fucking dignity, for god's sake!"
At that moment, the man Kirei met my eye sidelong. He and a girl on the other team had a history, it seemed. That didn't matter. What did matter was why he'd looked my way at all. He had a look about him that I couldn't yet pin down, but he'd drawn my suspicion.
"What?" I demanded crisply, turning my neck his way.
When Shun came back and got a hang of what exactly was going on, he literally could only stare in horror at the situation. The thought of people having to kill each other like it was something trivial and for the amusement of others just sickened him.
As soon as his body was released from the mysterous hold, he checked himself over and fortunately, he had taken while still in his cloth, so he wouldn't defenseless in the worst were to happen.
While the strange host was talking, he heard a black-and-red haired girl nearby call for their team to work together so they could get out faster, so he walked over and said, "Yeah, agreed. We are all in this together, so let's do our best to free ourselves. Although, if possible, I would prefer to avoid any unnecessary bloodshed. All this talk of having to kill each other and so casually, even in our ... Uniques circunstances ... I know he talked of punishments if we lose one of his challenges and that will likely involved having to kill the other team and I don't want you guys to suffer because of me, but ... I just can't do it so casually ..."
Meanwhile, Myotismon stared with his all rage at everyone around while he was held in place. Whoever these people were, who dare they take him from away from his conquest and then think they could control him. He had no qualms about killing anyone of course and would more than gladly do it, but he still hated being used like this. If these fools though they control him, they would have something coming for them. As soon as he had dealt with those foolish heroes across from him, that bloody cat and whoever he served under were next.
He didn't have much time to think about the circunstances after all, because a foolish human charged over to him from the other side, proclaiming that he was going to kill him, while wielding a mere shovel.
Myotismon had a smug and sadistic sneer on his face as he proclaimed, "You fool! You dare think that you, a mere human, could ever be a match for me, let alone defeat me!?" He raised a hand above his head, a glistening red whip appearing it. "Die! Crimson Lightning!" He snapped the whip straight forward at the human.
There was those who said that you could not fight fate. Menardi was one of those who was damn well gonna try.
After her attempt to save the world lead to her plummeting to her death at Venus Lighthouse, defeated by a team of heroes who believed that they too were saving the world, Menardi's world had been turned upside-down more than once. She had been a soldier, a general, a conqueror and a scientist. Now only the wanderer remained. After realizing that the evils of her ways could not be mended through the power of divinity, she had been cast adrift into the Multiverse, seeking to redeem herself.
But again, destiny had decided otherwise.
As she regained her senses, and took in the mayhem of the Nemesis stage, her mind immediately snapped towards what was familiar. Dragons beyond, so many familiar faces. Far too many familiar faces. Tesseract, the masked assassin. One of the few persons Menardi had ever trusted. Kirei, the mad priest. And-
Literally no one in the fucking multiverse gives a shit about him but you and maybe that dumbass woman who wanted to screw him!
Slowly Menardi made her way through the crowds, looming over the childish killer. The alchemist pushed back her hood to expose her face and the pale blonde tresses of her hair, studying the madwoman as she writhed on the floor.
"Now now, what's this, Tira? Crying for your fellow backstabbing friend? Get up, little dear, so that I can sear the flesh off your bones."
Only then did she realize Tesserac was close. Most likely he was the one who'd reduced the little devil into her ball of crocodile tears.
"Oh, Tesseract!" The smile on Menardi's face was quite genuine, showing that the draconian woman had lost none of her quicksilver moods. "Although we are on opposite sides, it is good to see you again."
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No, I don't wanna get up! Tira whined, still clearly far too upset to get up and unlikely to recover from this anytime soon. Why are you all being meanies? I didn't wanna see you again Tessy, you're not funny at all. And Men, why are you so mad? I'm sorry about what she said, I thought you were kinda cool! She looked up at Menardi, a few tears clearing from her face, although she was still crying and sobbing a little as she spoke. I mean, when you summoned that fire rock and blew up that silly tower in that DC place, that was so cool! It's the voice in my head that hates you, not me! Besides, didn't that funny cat guy say we can't die here? I mean, if you really wanna play, I guess we could, but can't we just be friends? We could find more people to drop fire rocks on, right?
Tira was now completely facing Menardi, with her back turned on Tessy, Tessy having been forgotten completely.
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When he was brought over into this new place, paralyzed so that he had to endure the rules, the boy simply rolled his eyes and thought about how it was just another Tuesday. The menagerie of meanies and the villainous slideshow also prompted him to want to yawn as groups of eccentric killers were something he was already way too used to. And then his one true weakness was smashed with a hell of a surprise. The pigtailed boy's eyes were widened in fear, pupils actually trembling from the sheer amount of horror and disgust that he felt towards a certain individual within his eyesight.
The worst villains in the universe that he had so disdained was nothing compared to the abomination before his eyes. Those ears! That tail! The man sporting such features of those loathsome furry devils! It was bad enough that there were regular cats in the world, and now there were cat-people?! What ridiculous malarkey was this?! The incapacitation field that had turned itself off to let several members from either side spring into action went unnoticed by the young Saotome, his frame still save for a few minute quivers. It was after Mc Trustworthy was shot and resurrected that his brain rebooted enough for actions to be taken.
Mechanically putting one foot in front of the other, the man simply walked jerkily towards the heroes' bedrooms before opening the door to that and then closing it behind him with a soft click. With the view of the host out of sight, the man shuddered and felt ever so dirty. "Damn it, they just had to ruin my day with the catboy." Sitting down on the bed, Ranma simply huddled up in a fetal position and attempted to control his breathing while the sound of violent confrontations leaked out from under the door. "Just gotta... take a breather for now... Ain't no stupid game-show stopping Ranma Saotome..." He would have sounded more convincing if not for the fact he was rocking back and forth on his side like the world's biggest wimp.
The instant she was unlocked, the Imperial Guardswoman simply backed up towards the nearest wall via a lightning fast back step so that she didn't need to defend her flank. A brief flash of sunshine yellow light flashed in her hands before what looked like a pair of black and golden revolvers dropped into her palms, fingers enclosing about the handle and enjoying the familiarity of the weight and heft of her trusty firearms.
"Jeez, whatcha so worked up about? You have the great me on your side, liven up a little." Though the tone was grating on her already sensitive nerves, it also helped to calm her down some. The smug tone after all came from Zero, her erstwhile AI companion. Annoying as he was, the bot helped her out in all her times of need and thus she trusted him wholeheartedly. His mere presence would help out greatly, if not for emotional support than for access to the vaunted Empyrean armory where she could summon her weapons from.
"Give it to me straight, Zero. Is what they're saying true?" Muttering her question even as the soldier half bent her arms to be ready to aim and fire off any shots into people of ill intent, Anna Testarossa let her mind get to work on figuring a way to bust out of this most degrading of prisons.
"Eh, their tech is pretty good. Even my own vaunted sensors couldn't get an accurate enough reading on some of their stuff. And well, the energy levels are off the charts in this crappy apartment." Whistling and letting out his honest opinion, the drone grimaced as he felt the game-show snub his much vaunted Empyrean craftsmanship due to how far ahead they were compared to his own cutting-edge-for-Elrios-system. "My suggestion is to play along for now, and crib a few of their tech if you could. It'll go a long way in bolstering Empyrean science as well as give us enough toys to forever protect Her Royal Highness from any piddling threats such as those demons."
"...Understood, Zero. I shall treat this as a mission of the utmost importance. I am only frustrated I'll have to demean myself in such a way but... All is for the princess." Determination and strong will flashed within her eyes, fifteen years of harsh military upbringing having molded her to be the best of her generation. So what if her dignity was trampled upon, the prize was much too tempting to let pass." An image surfaced in her thoughts, that of her liege's young face. "I can keep her and my country safe if I play along..."
When the magic holding them in place was released, Fran stepped forwards and took in the scene carefully
"Mighty heroes and dastardly villains?"
That was a bit presumptive, wasn't it? She didn't really think anyone would give themselves a label like that. Whoever these people were, all they seemed to be doing was yelling and arguing, although she'd already noticed some interesting looking non-human specimens from among their number.
"Dear me, this won't do at all~"
As the undead woman ambled through the throng aimlessly, Tesseract, Kieri, Menardi, and especially Tira might have noticed something familiar about her. Although younger and smaller, with straight blonde hair, yellow eyes, and considerably less jagged edges, the resemblance to their erstwhile companion was unmistakable. Something in the shade of the skin and the shape of her face... and of course the thick lines of stitching visible across her body were something of a giveaway too. She wore a white labcoat and an expression of good-natured bemusement, both of which would have looked very out of place on the monster called Gavrill.
She was so engrossed in what Liberty had been saying (as well as his repeated deaths) that she hadn't even noticed when the screaming woman had mentioned her sister's name. The prospect of the technology he was describing had caught her attention. Of course, raising the dead wasn't so hard if you were prepared to put up with a few... changes, but it was still a captivating offer.
"The things I could do with a prize like that..."
The Mighty Pen
Sure enough, the waiting game pays off. Looks like some of the other people here know each other. And hate each other. I take it back, I didn't get away from the Last Chancers after all. This looks to be another collection of scum thrown together and told to get along. Only I don't see the Colonel anywhere around and I'm sure as hell not getting in the way of their stupid fights. One of the others, a big guy in blue pajamas, tells me not to shoot anyone. Wasn't planning on it, but he doesn't look like he's got any weight to be throwing around, he can barely stand. I'll deal with him later.
Then the mutant takes a shot through the head and drops like a stone. So much for the no-death theory. But another flash of light and there he is again. And again. I don't always get things, but I know this is fragged up. People don't just come back, not the same as they were. Is his soul floating around out there somewhere now, or can they stuff that back into a body too? I shove that aside for later too, because I just heard something that makes my blood boil. Let the others interrogate the mutant about these pit fights he's running us through, I've got a question worth asking.
I stride forward, slinging my lasgun again and drawing a knife. It seems to be the same knife I usually use, good. When I get close to the mutant, I angle it so the light gleams off the mono-edge and give him a nasty grin.
"Looks like your bosses don't care much how much it hurts, kid. So answer me this before I see how much damage you can take before your fragging techno-sorcery kicks in. You let a fragging daemon-worshipping heretic in here?" I jab a finger over at the big guy with the sword that just roared about who he was for everyone to hear. "You tell your bosses this, they better get him out of here or everyone here is going to turn into a fragging daemon and come after them and we won't be nice about it. This is me being nice, warning you that you screwed up and I swear if you ignore me on this, the first thing I do as a daemon is flaying your mutant ass alive!"
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
(Avatar by Coffee)
The mess was growing by the second. Sargas flexed the fingers of his left hand. He yearned to join the fight and test the others' mettle, but now was not the time. No, now was the time for patience. If their absentee hosts weren't lying, then it meant he must win this contest and the supreme power it offered. For the glory of the Grineer Empire and the Twin Queens.
Therefore, he shambled close to Kage and Liberty. "Let the daemons... come," he said. "I am Grineer. I am stronger than any Orokin monster." And he grinned.
Witchcraft!
Quintet
"Whoops." Looked like those couple of shots he hadn't gotten in the way of in time had gone and killed Liberty. But since it didn't look like he was going to dish out punishments for being killed, Quintet really didn't care anymore. The Leaf Shield went down.
"Ha! Scary!" Apparently, he didn't much care for Tira's threats either.
Liberty' explanation changed his plans a little - he wouldn't actually have to steal the resurrection tech after all! Unless his team lost, in which case, yes, he would. Back-up plans! Always good to have back-up plans. Except he didn't have nearly enough information for even a primary plan... yet.
Seeing no more reason to interfere in anyone's fights, Quintet sauntered away, hopefull out of the danger zone. He'd seen a kitchen earlier, he was pretty sure. Maybe they had some popcorn or something. Man, he was so glad for those upgrades that let him eat food like a human! It had been a few years, and he still wasn't tired of it.
Yumil
Just as Quintet drifted away, Yumil came running back in, summoned by the sounds of conflict. In one hand he had the Book, open. In the other, a cutlass, still halfway out of the Book. He resisted the urge to lay his face in his hands as he saw the room dissolve into chaos and violence.
It wasn't quite as bad as he'd been expecting. But it certainly looked like it was about to get worse, or at least, like that was a very likely thing. So...
"Hey, Neaki, if they start fighting, can you freeze their feet to the ground, or something?"
"Hhhgk."
"She says yes. But, um, Yumil, are you sure you want to use so much mana already?"
"... Not really. But starting a brawl won't help anyone. Even if... Liberty... can raise the dead."
Paranormal Activity VII
Ryuko
"You're gonna need it girl. It's gonna be ugly..." Ryuko muttered over to Tracer as she turned her attention towards Liberty, who had a tough time trying to quell everybody's questions and emotions.
Ryuko grimaced and Senketsu stifled a laugh as Liberty got shot in the face unexpectedly. The catboy's resurrection immediately afterward took the pair by surprise, and the "greenlight" that Liberty gave to the combatants to kill him as much as they wanted to vent their frustrations got both Ryuko and Senketsu thinking. That might be a fun past time for the future. For now though, the mission laid out by Liberty is what really mattered: to make sure the opposite team didn't get to the grand prize at the end of the competition. Just by the looks and sounds of the opposite team alone, letting them win would be a bad idea. And what was with the punishments for the losing team of each challenge?
"Wait what? 'Punishments'? I'm with the woman in that weirdo haircut over there, mind explaining that please?" Ryuko asked Liberty with a tone of anger in her voice.
Bowser
This Liberty Mc Trustworthy "host" had less grace than Peach's cake parties, Bowser thought as he tried to control the two groups' anger and confusion. Still though, the grand prize offered at the end of the competition makes the endeavor seem worth it to the King. However, juding by the way his "teammates" acted towards each other (especially that one girl with the guns), that would look to be a mountain to climb. Bowser simply shook his head and growled, hoping that these collections of people don't end up like losers.
edited 4th Jul '16 6:22:12 PM by mrstack345
Your works are one trope short.
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Noticing that there were a lot of women suddenly crowding him, Clark couldn't help but shoot his arms into the air defensively, trying to keep a distance between him and them. "T-thanks for worrying." He said, putting a finger to his ear and wiping away the blood. "It's nothing. It just happens sometimes. My ear does this thing where it's... well it's... it's very complicated, that's all I can say."
Evan was also being crowded, but he lacked the people skills to effortlessly deal with it. So when Tsuyu got near him, the boy instinctively took a step back. "Listen, please, I... I don't want any trouble." He frowned, placing his hands in front of him as if he could establish a barrier between him and the lady. "Alright? I know what the catguy said, but I don't want any trouble. So I won't hurt you, okay?... o-okay?!"
Looking around, Clark couldn't help but frown. "Everyone's off doing their own thing. We won't be able to accomplish anything if we're this scattered. And now that woman's crying." He finished muttering to himself before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine. I'll have to do this..."
With a deep breath, Clark jumped off the ground and flew into the air, hovering just above the crowd as he struck the 'arms crossed and cape billowing in the wind' pose. He then cleared his throat, using up the enhanced nature of his lungs to make his voice deeper and louder. It hurt, but he only needed to use it once. "Listen up!" He roared, glaring down at the crowd, waiting for at least some of them to look at him.
... and once they did, Clark's gaze immediately softened. "I know some of you are scared, and some of you are angry, and a lot of you are freaking out. But we're not going to go anywhere if we keep trying to hurt each other, or trying to talk all the same time, alright?!" He slowly flew down, landing with a soft thump. "What I propose right now... is that we introduce each other... and then figure out all the mechanics of this..." He sighed. "... of this reality show Mr. Liberty is hosting. Alright? Alright. Hello. My name is Su—... Clark. Clark Kent." Taking a deep breath again, he smiled. "We can get through this together."
Frozen on opposite sides of each other were a middle-aged man in long navy vestments and a young woman in a thin red blouse. The woman had long black hair and a black miniskirt, and was in a pose of complete and utter outrage. The man had gaunt cheeks, a messy brown mullet, and was wearing an incredibly satisfied smirk. The little crucifix on his chest glinted, as if it knew exactly what was going on.
And then the paralysis undid itself, and all hell broke loose.
"Kirei!" shrilled the woman, punctuating her shriek with a jab of her slender finger.
Kirei's smirk split lengthwise, revealing a set of very shiny and very pointed teeth. The woman gaped.
"The same, my dearest Rin."
"But you're dead! And I never… when did you get those teeth?"
"The tale is long and tedious, but fear not. I shall regale you with it at length - after your bedtime, of course."
Rin suppressed a visible shudder. Her sapphire eyes smouldered, like twin stars swimming in a smoke-filled sky.
"You won't get within ten feet of me, you smarmy bastard. Just go to hell."
Kirei laughed. It was a nasty baritone chuckle, roiling with mirth like a myriad needles.
"By all accounts, my precious ward, I would find the pit a place of exceeding comfort."
Rin simmered, casting her gaze to the side. The priest broke off and circled the enraged Tira, paces long and languid.
"What ho, wench. It is a great joy to see you once more."
He ducked under Soulgun (the action making his tall frame seem for a moment like a squashed bolster) and came back up beside her.
"But I speak of things trivial. Pray tell, Tira, how are your ravens?"
As he passed, his gaze alighted on Diego Brando. Something in it bloomed like a bruised flower, or a yellow-violet flame.
edited 4th Jul '16 7:31:29 AM by troydenite
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