Mamizou, Hero bedroom
Teppei's question gave the tanuki a little twinkle in her eye. She held up one finger towards him in a 'just a moment' gesture, watching the conversation between Juri and Chun-Li with some interest. Another of those pre-existing rivalries, then. She could work with this...
Once the villain had made her exit, and the door was safely shut, Mamizou concentrated for a second.There was a swirling billow of smoke, and when it cleared the tanuki had vanished. In her place stood Juri - or, at least, it seemed that way at first glance. This Juri had a slightly incongruous leaf-shaped hairclip pinned to one bang.
Mamizou looked down at herself and stretched a little. Interesting fashion sense on this one, she thought to herself, smirking as she addressed Chun-Li, her voice perfectly replicating Juri's as well. "Bit of a score to settle there, sweetie?"
edited 10th Jul '16 6:16:16 PM by Gaunt88
Chun-Li, Hero Bedroom
"How did you do that?!" Chun-Li looked shocked at Mamizou's transformation into Juri Han, even though she was obviously not Juri Han. However, Chun-Li soon regained her composure, "Juri Han had destroyed a shopping mall full of people and works for a criminal organization."
"She is just as much of a martial artist as you or I am," Chun-Li glanced over at Ranma again. "However, she uses her martial arts skill to harm and kill rather than to protect and serve."
"She thinks I am obsessed with her when I only seek to bring her to justice," Chun-Li explained to the others. "When Juri decides to fight, she will not show mercy and will do her best to make you scream in pain."
"I just barely survived my one battle with her," Chun-Li noted, frustrated at how Juri took her out during the shopping mall massacre.
edited 10th Jul '16 9:12:14 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food BadlyTeppei watched curiously as the tanuki lady disappeared in a cloud of smoke, only to reappear again as someone else. His mouth dropped open, and he had to glance around to make sure he wasn't being tricked in some way. It was amazing!
Then, the boy noticed properly just who she had turned into, and once again kept his eyes focused anywhere but her outfit; his face not flushing quite as much this time. "That's really cool!"
Any enjoyment of the moment was ruined when the chinese woman, who was apparently a police officer even with her really weird choice of clothes, explained just what the other woman had done. Teppei felt his fists clench in anger and disgust at the injustice of it, and that the person who did it was just a door away.
"She killed... an entire mall of people? Why?" He hissed through his teeth, which had become sharp again. He seemed to be trying to stare a hole through the door, and looked ready to go after her.
"Heh, I've seen my fair of overpowered old coots, what's one more?" Despite not being respectful in his words, the boy had to begrudgingly admit they had the skills to back up their talk. Now if only the old monkey stopped trying to get him to marry into her family tree and the old perv from being a complete sleazeball. "Old people are dangerous cause they got more experience than us. Yer master may be way faster than I am, but he's also way older too. Who's to say if you or me could become even stronger than him when we get to his old age?" Smirking cockily, the pigtailed lad's face then turned a bit more grave when Juri popped up into the room and the two older women got into their verbal spar during the confrontation. "Ah, so she's..." Frowning mightily at the not so flattering description of Juri Han, the pigtailed boy glanced down at his hands for a moment before they clenched audibly, creating crackling sounds simply from the simple movement.
"I've fought my fair share of yahoos and they may have tried in earnest to kill me before, but at least most of them never stooped to attacking innocents not caught up in our quarrels. Martial arts are to protect... Using it like she does seems... dishonorable." His way of thinking had gotten more broad after the showdown at Phoenix Mountain, and the boy was more willing to take enemies seriously nowadays. "At the very least, she's stuck here with us so she's not running around killing random people." Juri Han had put herself on the young Saotome's shitlist. "Still, even if we can't really die, be careful during your fight. We probably can't respawn if we're left in a state between half dead and half alive." Cocky as he was, the boy's head was incredibly sharp when it came to combat. "...Actually, you need help? I don't trust her word. Might try to spring a trap on you..." Looking worriedly at the Interpol agent, the teen looked ready to rumble. Said mood then all but deflated when a puff of smoke burst out and then there was a second Juri in the place of that fluffy looking woman from earlier. "...Bwuh?"
"You're smelling just about half of a whole cow carcass smothered in a secret blend of herbs and spices." Zero remarked sarcastically to the dog-girl that was literally sniffing at the air in amusement before he got smacked around by an irate Rose holding onto her pair of tongs into another spinning fit of mumbled incoherency.
"Ha... ha... Oops, my hand slipped" Her voice dripping with sarcasm, the blonde simply glanced up at the newcomer for a moment before simply pointing to the arranged meats sizzling away. "He is right though, I believe there's somewhat around a dozen or so different cuts of meats currently cooking. Just grab whatever you want, the only rule is you cook the next wave for anything you've eaten." Turning to Xion, the gunner smiled before inclining her head. "You can call me by either Rose or Anna. Whichever one works for you. Please, have a bit and tell me what you think." And then Eve stated about how she was a good cook, something that the Empyrean woman took to with pride. "Well, we have to be able to look after ourselves, especially when sent away for engagements and missions away from familiar comforts. And between you and me, it's quite a bit more enjoyable for oneself if they can eat like a queen wherever they go."
The fact that the woman was one inch away from an even six feet and sporting generous endowments in certain key areas went on to say that she was at least certainly well fed. "Better to learn the art of oil and fire than to starve to death or even worse, stuff the body with tasteless trash. Speaking of eating..." Picking up a rice bowl, the Imperial Garden member simply began to stack said container with a small pile of freshly grilled animal flesh before elegantly digging in with relish. "Ah... fragrant charcoal grilled beef intermingling with freshly cooked piping-hot rice that soaks in the juices to provide a contrast between the springy and slightly crunchy texture...~" The drone at her side let out a long drawn-out sigh as his partner went on one of her foodie rants yet again, feeling disgusted as the sounds of pleasure emanated out from the blissful woman.
edited 10th Jul '16 10:36:39 PM by Makaioh
Saving a Cat From a Tree(mendous Amount of Danger)
Genos nodded at the charred vampire, and turned to leave. “If you ever need a reminder,” He said over his shoulder, eyes boring deep into the Dracula’s own, “you know where to find me.”
With that business taken care of, Genos took off at a brisk run toward the next major hurdle: McTrustworthy. The seeds of the current conflict were planted by one of the combatants taking out their frustrations on the unfortunate cat man, and judging by the rate of new arrivals, there were untold more hero and villain alike who may be tempted to do the same thing. By moving Liberty to a safer location—and honestly, he was the closest thing to a civilian they were likely to encounter in this house—they could head off any unnecessary future altercations. However much his masters thirsted for ratings, one only had to look as far as Liberty’s repeated slaughter to glean that he may not feel the same.
Genos would slide underneath the flung couch and rise to his feet next to Liberty and Nicodemus, nodding his head at the grey-haired angel carrier as he attempted to help Liberty to his feet. “For his own protection, perhaps we should move him inside of the Hero Bedroom.” Genos said, before turning to watch the escalating Penemue-Kamuz-General Ruk fight with increasing amounts of unamusement coloring his midnight-black sclera. “If I were to cover you, would you be able to make it without more… incident?” Genos asked further, eyeing the walls for their turret placements.
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~Ruk — brawl!
"You are... no Grineer," General Ruk rasped slowly at Penemue. Of course, that meant he saw the flying sofa too late, and it hit him straight in the chest. His legs' cybernetic servomotors whirred in protest and he almost tipped backwards. Almost, that is. With a grunt of... pain? Anger? It was hard to tell which — he incinerated the sofa with his flamethrower and stomped toward the lounge.
edited 12th Jul '16 12:21:07 PM by desdendelle
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Mamizou - showing off in the Hero bedroom
Mamizou laughed - possibly an odd sound for Chun-li, the tanuki's laugh in her rival's voice - letting the illusion fade with another swirl of smoke once everyone had had a chance to deliver a suitably amazed reaction. "How? It's just what I do, dear. I'm something of an expert when it comes to illusions, you know."
She settled back against the wall and listened to Chun-li's story, frowning and tapping one finger against her arm. "She does sound like a right piece of work." She concluded, folding her arms with a sigh. "From what I've seen so far, however, she may be outmatched by some of her comrades..." Her thoughts turned back to the priest and his taciturn protege.
"Still, as the lad said, she doesn't seem like the type to play fair." The tanuki gave Chun-li a smirk with just a hint of fang. "If you want some help... preemptively evening the odds, just say the word~"
edited 11th Jul '16 3:55:49 AM by Gaunt88
Tohsaka Rin; Some Nebulously Defined Part Of the House
"Alright, then."
Rin looked back, her sapphire eyes suddenly narrow slits of blue.
"I was under the impression that it didn't matter, but if that's how you want to play it, fine."
She started stalking towards the Hero's Bedroom, arms folded, lips pursed, head tilted back at a slight angle. It was like she was throwing a tantrum - her, a grown woman.
"That phony priest's name is Kotomine Kirei. He was my guardian for about ten years. Not happy times. Also, he fought in the Fourth War just like you. And he survived. I'm guessing you don't."
There was nothing cruel or callous in her words. She was only stating fact after fact, in the relentless way of someone determined to win an argument at all costs.
"So even if you don't tell me, he knows. And trust me, you don't want Kirei to have any dirt on you. You'll end up six feet under."
She turned and fixed her blue eyes on Diarmuid, irises as clear and biting as the winter sea.
"So. What'll it be, Servant Lancer? Will you tell me so I'll feel more comfortable helping you? Or are you going to let that phony priest make his stupid rounds on your face? Because if you do get stepped on, don't expect any help from me. I'm planning to stay as far away from him as possible."
Kotomine Kirei; Lounge -> Outside Heroes' Bedroom
"The name, young Brando," I smirk, "is Kotomine Kirei - but please, call me Kirei. I believe you shall find the problem to be one of holding me back."
I put my hands behind me and inscribe with my feet a slow half-circle, until my back faces his.
"We shall meet again. You may find me before that if you so wish."
And I walk down the hallway towards the Heroes' Abode, working the full length of my stride. Along the way I pass my dear Rin - who, remarkably, happens to be with Lord El-Melloi's Lancer. An exquisite combination. I give them my best smile.
"Don't forget to call on me once in a while, Rin," I say. "I do so miss your company."
She almost bites her tongue off. I laugh merrily, then continue on my way. My knuckles are weapons, forged like iron for the will of God. I use them to rap smartly on the bedroom door.
"Excuse me," I say, uncaring of whether it actually is opened, "but there is a question I must ask of you. Does anyone wish to enter into the Mother Church, outside of which there is no salvation?"
edited 11th Jul '16 4:41:47 AM by troydenite
Hero Bedroom
"Alternatively, you are free to not engage her at all." Graham mentioned after Mamizou finished her little trick. "There will certainly be fair opportunities to engage her at a field of battle or in any challenge we might be introduced to during our stay here."
And yet another person knocked at the door. This time it was the so-called demon priest. Talking about religion... it was a topic he hadn't touched in a while. Even Daniel wasn't all too much about it.
Getting into a philosophical banter with the priest was a thought that briefly amused the bandaged man, but for now he was simply willing to test the tall man in front of him. "His speech was smooth as butter, yet war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords." He welcomed Kirei with a bit from a psalm. "How come a man of God found himself amongst the villains?"
edited 11th Jul '16 4:49:41 AM by FergardStratoavis
After Kamuz tossed the sofa, Kamuz immediately hid to the side of the entrance to the lounge, trying to stay out of view as much as possible. He would then wait for Sargas to come through and then ambush the Grineer. The bandit had formulated a two-pronged attack: Using his lower arms to grab the flamethrower away from Sargas while using his upper fists to deliver several lightening quick punches to his face to help facilitate the grineer in release the weapon. If successful, Kamuz would then proceed to beat Sargas with his own flamethrower.
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!Peter sits up from the bed he was laying on clearly interested in the stories Ranma, Chun-Li and the others are telling. "There's some awful people out there, kid. There's many reasons this Juri lady could have wiped out a whole mall. She could have been trying to show off some weapon or some new power. she could have wanted to prove she's the baddest bad guy in her world or she could just be crazy and did it because she was bored. Cool moves though. You ever heard of a martial artist called Iron Fist, you two? Seems like you two could have a honorable duel. It'd probably even go viral on Youtube."
"It appears cooking was a good way to meet some of our teammates," Eve noted as she began filling a bowl and then looked over at the newcomer.
Something about her didn't feel right...and it was not about the the dog ears here...
Eve mentally reminded herself to keep her guard up, though her stiff posture made her look guarded enough as it was. She proceeded to the table with her bowl of food, before silently getting a glass of the punch and setting another place for the newcomer. Even though she was currently unsure of the newcomer, she didn't want to be rude just yet.
No, not yet.
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...Lancer - Same nebulous part of the house
Diarmuid shook his head slowly. It did not matter what this priest might or might not know.
"I swore fealty to my lord," he said, "I swore to win him the grail and to obey him, and a knight's vows are not simply tossed aside when convenient. I shall make do without your aid, though I thank you for the offer."
The girls words regarding his survival affected him more however, though his face remained impassive. Immediately his mind gravitated towards his unfinished duel with the King of Knights. He hoped that was how it had ended.
Still, the girl seemed to be conjecturing more than a bit. Perhaps she was mistaken.
"Farewell then," he said, turning to leave.
edited 13th Jul '16 3:55:10 AM by joergenjetsam
Conception is sin Birth is pain Life is toil Death is inevitableChun-Li, Hero Bedroom
"Reports had said she was there to assassinate a renegade agent for the criminal organization she works for," Chun-Li explained to Teppei, distaste in her voice for saying it. "She doesn't kill random people, but she also doesn't care who gets in her way."
Chun-Li then listened to their varying forms of advice, from offers to help to advice to not take the challenge to Spider-Man's comment about Iron Fist... Unfortunately, this Chun-Li was not from the world where that world's Chun-Li actually met Iron Fist... and Spider-Man and Albert Wesker, for that matter.
"Thank you all for the—," Chun-Li was about to say when one of the members of the other team interrupted them. The image of a Jehovah's Witness entered Chun-Li's head for a moment, but it was quelled. The mummy, Graham, confronted the demon priest in a philosophical battle.
Wizard Needs Food BadlyNemesis House
Metal Face looked around and saw a mechanical knight, a demon with four arms, and a cyborg with an arm cannon duking it out. He spoke out to the three, "Looks like the party's started without me!" He approached the three, not realizing that they were his teammates. Not like the others could talk.
"I treasure every day with you, darling." "No need to be so sappy, love." "You know that's how she is, Nia." - AU!Pyra, Nia, MythraIn a normal situation, this sudden appearance of two independent forces would mean that he should retreat, and clean up whoever or whatever was left afterwards. Such as the Codex Scientia dictates, of course. But right now, it would only be a few more seconds until he woke up. Anything he did would just disappear, and there wasn't any loss of life or resources he could incur to the Secreta's cause...so why couldn't he just try and have fun with it? Hell, it'll make him wake up faster.
To that end, he calmly walked up to the brawl between the two, getting within naught but two feet between them, and pulled out his gun. He knew that it wouldn't do much, but he was honestly feeling inquisitive: just how little would it do? Pulling down on the trigger again, he emptied another clip, aiming only at the giant's face. For all he knew, the giant had iron skin, but he would be surprised even in a dream if his face would be there after 100 rounds.
edited 11th Jul '16 12:37:32 PM by wikkit
Tira gave a dark chuckle as she reflected on how perfect Reaper was for her team. Perhaps too perfect? Tira thought about it for a split second before discarding the thought as paranoid even for her. If he became a problem, she would just dispose of him and move on. Simple.
I'm assembling a team, a loose collection of.....free agents, let's say. There is no higher goal, no end objective I have in mind beyond the brutal slaughter of these kidnapping assholes. Think of it as protection from these fucking hero types. They love to team up, as I'm sure we all know. While me, you, and Jan over there are each powerful in our own right, outnumbered 5 to one against these fucking heroes, there will be little we can do save retreat or die. I dislike this. So I am working to....correct this imbalance. These bastards, they think we are insane, monsters, they think people like us are little better then rabid animals to be put down, and so they will come for us, to satisfy their own egos and need to be "heroes" if nothing else. When they do, I want to be able to retaliate in kind and kick their faces right back in. Not to mention, you can kill so many more people when you have a few extra allies at your back. I have no rules beyond "Don't betray me or the team, and don't try to preach bullshit morality at me". Interested?
Meanwhile, Tira's raven returned and chirped in her ear, and she nodded in understanding, petting it as she did so.
Wesker was beginning to fully understand what he was dealing with. A thug, an uneducated one at that. He would have little place in Wesker's new world once he had dispensed with this nonsense. But for now, even a thug had his uses.
"So long as you ensure the proper measures are taken to control them." Wesker said as he adjusted his black glove. "I will not tolerate my plans falling apart because one of your men snapped and went on a rampage. I expect a level of professionalism from those I work with. There is a reason I approached you first, and not someone like the woman who arrived guns blazing, or the fools currently making a racket out there." He said as he motioned to the hallway. With that said, he stepped to the side, silently dismissing Kage as he concluded his chat.
edited 11th Jul '16 1:34:53 PM by Meanken
Reaper-Poolside
Reaper nodded to Tira. Already seeing some of the boy scouts in this house made him notice how they will all attempt to stop him every single time. He'd rather have someone near him to drop their smug holier than thou attitudes.
"Yeah. I'm interested. Count me in."
Chief- Hero Bedroom
Upon hearing Chun-Li's story about Juri, Chief growled at the mention of her killing a mall filled with innocent people. He still remember the cold rage he was drove to upon seeing the massacre the Covenant did on Draco III. He made sure that each and every single one responsible for that were killed.
He looked over at Graham and Kirei philosophical argument, the priest was very suspicious....and knowing he was in the team of the villains, a threat he must be careful of.
edited 11th Jul '16 2:48:49 PM by Darkomega245
Clark, on the Kitchen
Watching Rose cooking from afar (if you could call just a few feet away 'afar'), Clark didn't even flinch when Tesseract began speaking to him. He didn't even look at the guy, instead choosing to keep staring at Rose, and only replied once he was absolutely sure the man had finished.
"I find a real name works best to calm dow—"
A reporter like you.
Clark had changed in a dime. The soft and easy-going demeanor that Mamizou's speech had given him disappeared instantly, his eyes narrowing as a quasi-death glare permeated his entire visage. His hands traveled up at a speed untrained eyes couldn't process, the left one going faster to distract the assassin from the right hand's attempt at wrapping itself around his throat.
"Who are you." He growled in a low tone that seemed completely alien to the man that had been preaching peace up to this very point. His heat rays weren't working, but the contrast between the two Clarks was still (hopefully) very effective. "And how do you know me." Those weren't questions; they were demands.
Yumil
The question clearly had an effect on the four spirits. Over the millennia, they'd come to accept their situation, but they still preferred not to think about it. Being chained to the Book of Prophecy for all eternity, watching helping to create countless worlds, and watching each and every one die, was not a kind fate.
"... No, I'm afraid not. At least, none that we have found.
"I mean, technically, we think we'll be let free if we can make a perfect world, but..."
A choking sound from Neaki, almost resembling mocking laughter. (We all know that could never happen.)
Yumil simply cast his gaze downwards. He still felt bad about being unable to do anything for the spirits. They always assured him it was fine, but... he always felt that surely, there must be something he could do.
Quintet
Watching Superman's actions, Quintet grinned. Idly, he grabbed a mouthful of popcorn - at this point, the last in the bag - and chewed it thoughtfully. So much for love and peace.
He'd have loved to stay and watch, but really, he had more to be doing. Despite all appearances, Quintet was a schemer. He'd been carefully watching and listening to everything going on around him with his superior robot senses (okay, so they weren't actually that good, but whatever). He'd hoped to use the pretense of a D&D game to get some more insight into his friends and foes, but no one seemed to be taking him up on that, so...
"What, no one? Do you guys just not like fun? Fine then. Shut down."
With that incredibly frivolous use of his Head Parts to do something it would've taken him two seconds to do by hand, he slipped down from his seat at the game table and strode off elsewhere.
Specifically, towards the hallway. He'd seen a huge robot arrive, and he wanted to find out more about him. Such as what weapon he could copy from him, and whether he was open to the idea of teaming up.
Menardi - Heroes Bedroom
Most likely, the chains were the result of some very powerful Psynergy or similar. Though she was tempted to try to transmute them, Menardi chose not to. Even she could tell this was a touchy subject, and Menardi usually stepped foot first into those kinds of things. So instead she backed up.
"Hey now, don't bury yourself in it, you guys," Menardi said, trying to cheer Yumil and the spirits up. "I was a scientist not too long ago, and it taught me that sometimes you get solutions to your biggest problems in surprising places. Just gotta have heart and keep going, yeah? You're still young, kid, and you've got good friends and teammates to help you out. Here, I know something that might help."
Menardi turned around slightly, to adress the others in the bedroom as well as Yumil and the spirits.
"I'm heading to the kitchen for some food. Anyone want anything? Hamburgers, pizza, chocolate, snacks, drinks?"
Join us in our quest to play all RPG video games! Moving on to disc 2 of Grandia!Kage - Game Room to Poolside
"You don't need to worry about that," I said, "I can make them soldiers."
I might have been overestimating my chances a little, but he didn't need to know that, just like he didn't need to know that if it weren't for that idiot woman who blew apart the cat mutant, I'd have done the same thing. Guess the Emperor is still looking out for me in his own way. Glare-shades - I really should learn his name at some point - was done talking, it looked like, so I turned and headed out. Maybe I could find some place to wash off the worst of this blood. Although, depending on the kind of people I ran into, it might help my chances of impressing them enough to get them to listen.
Ignoring whoever was in the lounge, I tried the other door. I half-remembered seeing a lot of people heading somewhere in that direction. Then I saw a titan-sized pool of water, enough to make me let out a low whistle. If nothing else, our jailers were giving us the high life. Too bad I could never get used to that. More importantly, though, there were a bunch of people chatting over by one corner of the place. I knelt down by the side of the pool and splashed a double handful of water on my face, then scrubbed at it as best I could. I guess I got most of the blood. Then, finding a somewhat clean part of my sleeve to wipe off the remaining water, I headed over towards the others. Looked like they were already getting pretty chummy, but I recognized trigger-happy, so I figured they weren't on the other team. Time to find out.
"Thanks for popping the cat mutant when we got in," I said, nodding to the crazy woman, "Saved me the trouble. So what, you lot just giggling in the corner over here like schola brats, or is this going somewhere?" I grinned. "Cause if it is, maybe I want in."
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao TzuKamuz was stupid, but he did have enough sense to jump out of the way of something obviously pointed at his head. He jumped out of the way of Penemue's line of fire, some of the shots grazing his horn and his arm. As he flew he aimed his shield at Penemue and fired some more fireballs before landing and running into the kitchen area for cover, regardless of anyone else in there.
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!

-Wulfrik looks at the bird twitching its head and talking to him. The creature's owner must be high in Tzeentch's favor, to have such command over the Raven God's totem.-
Tell your mistress I will see her, little raven.
-As the bird flies off, Wulfrik wonders what manner of sorceress this might be. With any luck, she will have power enough to commune with the gods and provide him with their guidance. Of course, such things always come at a price, and not always the one agreed upon...-