The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

Zepherus14 · Feb 23, 2016

Colorado, Denver - Brainwashed Mob No. 6 David, Ryan, Miia, ARES, Dr. Insaneo, Katya, Nina, Phillip

Nina looked from Ryan and back to the entrance of the hotel where Miia and Katya had disappeared to, and then back to Ryan, the thought crossing her mind that they'd seemingly passed by her without her knowing. "Why did you ... ugh, did, you see anything unusual just now? Didn't see anything weird?" The cosplayer with the mask asked her, drawing her attention back to the present. Nina paused for a moment, unsure what he was exactly referring to, lots of things were strange in their own rights. "Well, I saw your two other friends have a nice long hug, I saw you in your nice dress... and um." Nina paused as her eyes slowly panned upwards to slightly over Ryan's head, obviously looking at something. If Ryan turned around to see whatever it was however he'd be greeted with an empty alley. "And that's about it I guess." She finished, looking back at the odd man with a smile.

"Uh .. n-never mind. Let's get you out of this scary, dark alleyway before anyone finds us here." The man said, coming towards her as she looked around at the alley again. "Well I wouldn't say it's that dark or scary- Guess we're going then? Okay." She answered back, cut off as Ryan gently took her hand and started leading her back towards the ~~hippies~~ poor helpless brainwashed people.

Being left with the mob, Nina gave Ryan a slight disapproving look as, she didn't really wanna be near the snore fest. The few moments of interaction with the agents had been far more interesting and if she was frank the choice in film was abysmal. With a shrug, she was about to go find somewhere else to go and doodle when the announcement occurred.

[color=6c1504]"-And make no mistake, dearest America. We are under siege by foreign ideals brought to us by a violent culture seeking to lay ruin to our very way of life. I am of course talking about the Rising Dawn and their agents. Be forever vigilant as you may never know where they might lurk. They could be right in front of you right now..."[/color]

With everyone now looking slightly more lively, a smile crept across Nina's face, even more so as the crowd seemed to go all Walking Dead. She watched in amusement, about to pull out some drawing equipment right there to get some of the scene when her eyes caught Ryan looking at her, and there was that look of realization and slight anxiousness in his eye. "Hold up. You're not ... who are you? Uh- I mean, looks like the citizens have mistaken us as the bad guys. Do you have any way of scaring them off?" He asked.

Nina paused considering for a moment her options, gave Ryan a small thumbs up. If the masses wanted the Rising Dawn Agents, let them have the Rising Dawn Agents. With that Nina took in a very deep breath before screaming quite loudly to get the mob's attention. "HOLY CRAP!! LOOK!!!" Thrusting her finger in the exact opposite direction as Ryan and ARES, to some trees and other decorative masonry. "That Vega guy was totally right! RISING DAWN are hiding right there! I SAW THEM! Quick, before they can get away, SURROUND THOSE TREES!!" She proclaimed to the masses. Since the mob was looking for the agents to be rewarded with dopamine, why not give them the 'answer' to where they were, and thus give them that oh so delicious hormone kick for a job well done. Nina however more expected the mob to be super high, and her saying "Oh GOD, a dragon! RUN AWAY!" would have worked just as well.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Feb 23, 2016

Brainwashed Mob No. 6: David, Ryan, Miia, ARES, Dr. Insaneo, Katya, Nina and Phillip

A confused haze fell down upon the entire brainwashed masses as they processed what Nina said, hell even their overweight handlers were looking at those trees she pointed at.
Within the space of a few seconds, a terrible transformation began as the high-looking crowd returned violent, their motor skills improving vastly as the dopamine was cut off and pure raw anger flowed into their hearts and minds.
Like a swarm of human flesh and miniature american flags, they quickly surrounded those trees before attacking them, doing everything from stabbing it with knives, punching it until they got wood and even digging though the ground and biting at it's roots.
It got so bad the Vega staffers had to give chase in order to try and get them back in their seats (or at least sic them on something that could actually bleed), each one attempting to use key phrases in order to induce calm in the masses.
"...You know, I pride myself on having something witty to say at moments like this, but I'm drawing a blank..." David said, finally having caught up from his Blunt-Force-Induced-Breather just in time to witness all the people currently trying to tear the trees right out of the ground.

"...Wait, wait! I got it! Looks like those Grassy Knoll guys were onto something!" The Irishman then chuckled slightly before turning to face Nina.
"Nice thinking there, Kid...But you might want to get out of the Mile High City while you still can. Those people aren't acting of their own free will and, if you enjoy living without some creepy politician controlling your body, might be best to get out of here while the going is good..."

Back in the main building, the guard seemed to freeze for a moment once Miia made her move, nearly suffocating Katya in the process as she had to deal with an attractive chest from both genders involved.
But not long after Miia landed, she found a hand gripping her throat like a vice before another in the formation of a fist struck her right in the face, knocking her off the guard and flat on her back.
Katya's pleasant dreams were soon interrupted as her hair was violently pulled on and she too was shoved to the ground as the guard pulled out his weapon.
"ON THE GROUND! HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD! NOW!" The guard yelled at the two females as they both found themselves on the business end of a rather large magnum, the kind that David would fall for [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/deusex/images/8/86/DX3_Diamondback_.357_info.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110818193839&path-prefix=en].
Once she was back in the realm of reality, Katya's Profiler function began to kick in as it began to get the personal information of the man currently holding a gun to her face:

Capitol Building Compound: Kalastryn, Dream

Kalastryn's bait and switch seemed to have worked as the Officer seemed a LOT less concerned about his shift as he began to drive towards whatever address was on that sheet of paper.
However, now that she was in the Compound, she was on her own and in one of the most advanced military's she had seen in her life time and, unlike at Black Mesa, she didn't have Kazuya's army backing her up either.
Still, her spell seemed to not be setting off any means of detection so she had that going for her as the patrols and weapons kept moving in, they were bracing for a full on invasion it seemed.
She had some options from this point on, she could either try to make a break for the main building though the more heavily guarded installations or try to keep to the side though where the weapons and even the soldiers themselves were being "Unloaded" from World Marshall transports.

And speaking of Unloading, Dream was able to get a good look at the creature inside, it didn't seem to human, even before all the metal and cybernetics were grafted onto it's snow white flesh, notably around a rather painful looking stab wound in the creature's mid-section.
It was not as tall as most humans but the armor it was wearing looked strong enough to withstand tanks
The only notion that it was even still alive was a slight bubble of air escaping it's mask, it seemed the "Weapon" was actually a soldier itself, only with far more advanced augmentation then most of the units Dream had seen up to that point.
Still, her comment about the Rising Dawn prompted quite a chuckle out of one of her co-workers.
"Heheheh...Sure, where do you think we got the *****?..."
"Hold up...You're telling me this Unit used to be from that flying freak-show?"
"Yep, Think that girly ass Ninja the boss keeps around brought her in. Think he said she was..."Digimon" or some shit like that...Has all these crazy psychic powers, kinda like those the Client has. Believe me, they'll never see her coming..."
With that ominous exchange over, they began to start booting up it's hardware drivers to bring the unit into "Stand-By" mode.

E 17th Ave/Brainwashed Mob No. 5: Dolores, Nadalia, Sloth, Wrath

With the staffer now a bloody mess, it soon became clear that the mob was now upon them.
While Nadalia did manage to stay Wrath's hand (Or hammer as the case might be), the crowd would be much harder to convince as they quickly began to bare down on top of them both.
Now that they were "Active", they moved with feral quickness and quickly began to dog-pile the duo, countless hands striking and pulling them down, a total horde mentality taking over them as they tried to kill the ones their (now dead) master wanted dead.
Small blades and other sharp objects began to show themselves, while they weren't able to use advanced weapons like firearms, there wasn't very many ways to mess up stabbing someone, resulting in more then a few knife wounds for both women as they were piled upon.
The only thing that could be heard over the hoard was that damn music still blaring, keeping it's subjects under it's thrall.

Coors Field: Annie, Deadshot

Deadshot was keen to see that Annie was interested in his offer, it would certainly make the part where they had to "Remove" the previous owner a lot easier.
He was still a little put off when she asked to see Ryan before committing to anything, but shrugged it off stating "Hey, you can do what you want, Girl. This deal won't be doing down until Bison is taken care of anyway. Speaking of, I believe I should get back to work before I am missed. Just do me a favor. If the shit hits the fan, try to get out of the city rather then level it with your Titan. I've seen some of the tech these guys have. Trust me, it would be like me stripping naked and running into a firing range. Nothing to gain but intense pain."
And with that warning given, the mask went back on and "Ghost" was now back on duty.

Code:

*TSK!* "Oh, and it goes without saying: This conversation never happened...Seriously, you do not want to find out what a G-Corp serverance package looks like..." *TSK*!

Violet | Farber | Ruby | Luke
Location: Rising Dawn Hanger/Canteen

Luke had seen this kind of customer before, the kinda who was drinking thinking it would answer anything, they were also the least interesting as most of what they had to say was just moping, hence why he barely registered anything Violet was saying outside of "Refill!" this and "Fuck!" that.
Outside of that, there was little else of interest going on with the doctor, one good thing about David's questionable attempts at liquor production: They were quick to weed out the lightweights.
"....Y-y-you know what I should do Luke.....I sho-should...just sell the company....rgggggggg, think i could put it on craig's list or something?..." He slurred as he began to get his ticket for Sleepy Time Junction punched and drooped over the counter for a nap.
...Wasn't this guy meant to be running something?

Texas Joker 52 · Feb 24, 2016

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As far as Wrath was concerned, things were just starting to get fun. While she wasn't overfond of the lazy prick calling her into the middle of a city of brainwashed assholes, and that one fucktard calling her "Uglier than his ex-wife" had pissed her off, she had plenty of targets now. She didn't care if they were brainwashed or not, and she wasn't really concerned if this wasn't what Sloth had in mind. They were asking to die they way they charged at her, the witless bastards.

She could vaguely hear the protesting screams of one of the women Sloth was with, along with that god-awful music blaring from some nearby speakers, but she didn't pay attention to either. All she could see was a bright haze over everything that practically begged her to let loose. Focusing on one of the women in the crowd as she got close, she pulled back the Violence Hammer in a brutal parody of a baseball teams clinch hitter, trying for a home run. Then she swung.

What she didn't feel was the telltale feedback of her hammer knocking off someones head. In fact, she felt the unfamiliar sensation of it stopping short, and her eyes flashed to glare at the reason why. One of the women had stopped her hammer mid-swing with one hand, which was no mean feat in and of itself even if the result was shattered bones in a ruined arm. In the back of her mind, she could very faintly feel surprise, and a strange emotion, not unlike being impressed by something unusual. More than that, she was pissed that someone was in her way.

"Vicious warrior, you're going to jeopardize what our crew worked so hard to accomplish. I cannot allow you to kill anymore of these husks, even if they are trying to bring harm upon our good will."

"How about you FUCK OFF, SHITBIRD!" Wrath snarled as she pulled back her hammer for a proper swing, at Nadalia.

She never got the chance as the mob of citizens washed over the two of them like a tide, forcing Sloth to simply watch for a few moments. Then he grimaced and lifted a hand, willing for the mob to move at a snails pace in the hope of maybe keeping them from landing a killing blow.

In slow-motion, the entire mob seemed to explode outward with an inhuman roar. With a sweep of her hammer, Wrath flung the crowd off of her and stood with her teeth bared, one eye squeezed shut and bleeding, and several knives were still buried in her flesh.

"You are all... Gonna die for that." she ground out through clenched teeth as she panted, before snarling, "And would someone SHUT THAT SHIT UP!?"

Switching her grip, she held her Violence Hammer like a javelin and threw it at the nearest speaker with surprising speed and accuracy. It wasn't a direct hit: It didn't need to be. As it crashed through the wall supporting the speaker, along with it's wiring, she turned to the next one and swept a hand through the air. With a loud crack, another Violence Hammer seemed to simply come into being, only to be lobbed at the second speaker with the same result.

Sloth couldn't help but grimace as he tried to keep between the angry Vice and the young soldier girl. This wasn't going at all like he planned. To be fair, he didn't plan particularly far ahead in this case, since he wanted to keep his options open. But the fact remained: He didn't intend this at all. And he had a feeling this was likely the best-case result out of his various options. That realization left him dangerously close to fully-awake and aware.

"This is an auspicious start to my help." he murmured bitterly to himself, before calling out to Wrath, "That's enough, Wrath! This is only making things worse. We're supposed to destroy this Buffalo guy, not the townsfolk!"

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The young Ish watched as Ruby ordered another of... Whatever it was she was drinking. It was a creamy brown color, but looked strangely appetizing. And it was clear that Ruby enjoyed it, so it probably meant that he would too. It took a moment for her to get the bartenders attention however, and he glanced at the two of them with an apologetic look.

"[color=eca222]What brings you two to my bar? I'm afraid a large selection of my drinks are for grownups...[/color]"

"Just one of whatever it is that she's got." Farber said, motioning to the milkshake.

It didn't take long for a glass of his own to be called up by one of the red, hairless, Ish-like creatures, while the bartender probably got lost in thought again about some boring adult stuff or something. The moment the glass clinked against the bar, however, Ruby cried out loud enough for Farber to jump.

"DON'T ABDUCT ME!"

Farber stared at her for a moment until she realized that she had cried that out loud.

"S...sorry, Farber. I... looked up this website that my parents had banned me from looking at and ... well... it sorta scared me a bit. Th... that's why I said what I said when we first met. So... before I screamed my head off, I was going to ask you where you'd from. Based on a few things I saw, I don't think you're from around here..."

Oh, ghost stories. He could imagine why that would make her scared of him. After all, he practically came from out of nowhere as far as she knew, before hiding under the bed she was sitting on. As for where he came from... That was a good question.

"I'm not. I don't even know where 'here' is, beyond some kind of flying boat. And I have no idea what you are either." he said, looking Ruby over, and even leaning back to look at her backside, "Your ears are all wrong for an Ish, and you don't even have a tail! So I guess I'm not on my own world anymore, huh?"

It was a moment before he added in a curious undertone, "By the way, what's a 'website'?"

Neuromancer · Feb 24, 2016

The Rising Yawn - Ladies' Restroom
[color=5B9C64]Eddie the Dead[/color] | Meddling Shipper | Sight for Sore Eyes | Useless Piece of Trash

"Just ... do you maybe have some more clothes here?"

Eddie had to admit he was rather disappointed with this one's particular priorities, but supposed it couldn't be helped. Undead and confused or not, female sensibilities were strong enough to follow you through the grave. When Rory decided to barge in, he wasn't even mad! Knowing the once-Goddess and her once-portofolio, it was only natural to assume that she would be "just listening in on the conversation". Probably waiting for a chance to tease him, too,

What did annoy him, however, was the little eye-bot's reply. This one had an ego to match the vice, for sure. It seemed that all units in here were stuck-up bitches, maybe a reflection of their creator.

[color=5B9C64]"Well, whaddya expect, Rory?"[/color] he asked, annoyed, [color=5B9C64]"An automaton being useful? That's like asking a Mr. Gutsy to look after your baby. He'll BBQ it and serve it medium rare for dinner!"[/color] he took off his trenchcoat and threw it at Sejani, [color=5B9C64]"Here, that'll do to cover yourself until you get some proper clothes. Since discount Mr. Handy here is too proud to be of any use, our only option is to go to the ladies' locker room."[/color] he stroke a dramatic pose and pointed at the door, [color=5B9C64]"To the locker room, then!"[/color] he exclaimed and proceeded to bolt off theroom, only to reapper but a brief moment later, [color=5B9C64]"Where's that, again?"[/color]

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Leaving the ladies in the locker room, Eddie left the scene and headed back to the canteen. He reasoned that it would seem unseemly of a man to be in a room designed for women, and though Eddie hadn't a care for arbitrary restrictions such as these, staying there would most lilely attract the ire of man's worst enemy: Rabid feminists. Considering he was gonna hang around for a while, getting verbally assaulted for his patriarchical actions would get old very fast. So instead he made his way back and...

Saw that both brats were still there. While glad to see they at least followed a basic set of instructions, he did kinda hope the imp would decide to be a rebel so he could throw it off the ship. And it also reminded him of his deal with the turds.

As much as he didn't like it, professional integrity dictated that a deal was a deal, and Eddie was obligated to follow it if his word were to continue being taken seriously. And besides, if he wanted to get on his ward's good side, he'd have to uphold his end of the bargain.

So it was time to go get some sweets for the kids.

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[color=5B9C64]"Alright ya cucks!"[/color] he yelled as he kicked open a random door, [color=5B9C64]"If ya don't wanna get sucked outta the room by the decompression I suggest ya scramble outta here!"[/color]

What random nobodies were around stared dumbfounded. So he had to make a point.

[color=5B9C64]"What, don't believe me?"[/color] he grinned, making his way in front of the window and, with a flick of his middle finger, caused cracks to appear all around the impact. At such a sight, even the most hardcore of sceptics ran panickly out of the room, and with everyone gone Eddie crushed the window with a gentle knock. He stood aside for random pieces of furniture to get flung out of the window and, with a hand on his hat, hopped off.

Denver - Colorado
[color=5B9C64]Eddie the Dead![/color] | [color=CC8899]Top Meme[/color] | [color=BA0025]Filthy Anime Trash[/color]

It was a long fall, and not one Eddie had interest in draggin out, so he sped up. By the time the ground got clearly visible he had broken the sound barrier, but a random thought occured to him: Should he slow down?

Given his speed, force and mass he was building up, he'd probably make a crater out of the landing site, and though collateral damage wasn't something he was in any way worried aboutm there was always a chance he'd destroy the only pastry shop in miles. And with the luck he was having today, did he really want to risk it?

So he'd slow down, he supposed.

With a simple physics-breaking hop, one that most astute gamers would call "double jump", Eddie broke off all the momemtum he had already built. Sure, the force way he had been building along with him would probably throw random bystanders around like ragdolls, but damage to buildings would be kept at a minimum and that's what he cared about.

But even so, the impact zone was not a place anyone would want to be standing on.

[color=5B9C64]"TIIIIIMBEEEEEEEEER!"[/color]

Eddie crashed through the roof and down several floors before hitting the ground, sending out a small scale shockwave and causing a small-scale crater to form around the point of impact.

[color=5B9C64]"Now that's what I call a good landing!"[/color] he proudly proclaimed as he started dusting himself off, only to notice the grotesque display of misshapen flesh beneath his feet, viscera splattered all around the room. [color=5B9C64]"Oh."[/color]

[color=CC8899]"Bloody... fucking... hell..."[/color]

Now aware of the existence of other mortals around, Eddie emerged from the crater leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints. The dust around the impact begun settling down, and as Eddie approached the rather vulgar edgelord, the first thing she likely saw would be his glowing eyes, followed by his cheeky grin, and finally his gray-ish, scar-filled muscular torso.

[color=5B9C64]"Friend o' yours? Sorry not sorry. I did yell out, ya know, so it's not like I didn't give off a warning!"[/color] He started cleaning his boots of viscera with a hand, [color=5B9C64]"If it makes ya feel any better, he probably died quickly and painlessly. I'm pretty sure I crashed his head as I- ah!"[/color] he pointed at part of the gore hanging on his boot, [color=5B9C64]"See that? That, is grey matter."[/color]

Generic NPC 22 · Feb 24, 2016

Avatar Adventures | The Airship: Rising Dawn | The Canteen
World Wide What?
Ruby Babbage-Lovelace | Farber the Ish | Violet

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The young girl could only stare at her freshly delivered drink as Farber responded to her all too embarrassing outburst. The singular thought of "(I'm never going to live this down)" kept replaying itself in her mind over and over and over. It was because of this that Ruby's normal pale skin, thanks to the propensity for fog in her home city, was still tinged a bright pink.

The Magically inclined young child had always been hyper conscious of the opinions of those around her. While it was infrequent, and getting more and more infrequent, there was an ever present teasing by other children about the fact that Ruby had two mothers or the fact that Ruby wore the same dress day in and day out or the fact that Ruby thought she was some sort of Magical Girl. This near constant teasing had been one of the reasons the nine-year-old had started being home schooled.

"Your ears are all wrong for an Ish, and you don't even have a tail! So I guess I'm not on my own world anymore, huh?"

Farber's statement dragged Ruby back from the past before depositing her into the present. Looking at her companion, the young girl realized that he must have been scared. To suddenly come to the realization that you were no longer home... or even the same planet as your home, it must have been a rather scary conclusion to come to. If Farber was scared, it didn't seem to phase her friend.

A low frequency vibration traveled through the floor. up the legs of the chairs and caused Ruby to look around. Spotting Mister Eddie in the doorway, Ruby waved quickly and smiled in anticipation of whatever treat he was going to bring Ruby. Seeing well behaved charges, Mister Eddie seemed to have remembered something and continued down the corridor, the floor vibrating with every step he took.

"By the way, what's a 'website'?" Farber asked curiously.

"A website? Well its ... ummm... I... hmmmmm..." The child stuttered as she wondered how she would explain something that she didn't fully understand the mechanics of. It was one of those things that Girl in the Pink Dress needed to understand in order to know it was useful and fun. Perhaps Mister Violet could explain it to the two of them in a way they understood.

"Mister Vio... oh..." The words trailed off when the black and white haired girl realized that Mister Violet had decided that it was time to take a nap. There was Mister Luke, however.

"Mister Luke... could you explain websites to us?" The girl said in her cutest voice ever, "Also... do you know if I can watch Madoka anywhere?"

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The Deathless Demi-Goddess of Death could only stand there amused at Naamah's tirade. Once upon a time, before Rory had started existing outside time itself, she had been a child that lived upon a farm with her family. While the faces of her mother and father, brother and sister had faded into obscurity, memories of a hound pressed up against her as she slept surfaced, bringing with it the smell of a wood burning stove, the sound of family tucked away in their beds... these memories had been returned to her thanks to the movements of Naamah's body against Rory's. The Apostle with the face of a young woman smiled at the offended nature of her companion.

Reaching out, Rory brushed her hand gently across the surface of the sentient garment, attempting to sooth the Historian's bruised ego.

"I'm sorry Naamah. I didn't mean to offend you" She said with a smile, hoping that her apology would be all that was needed to smooth things over. Turning to the others, Eddie and Anjali, the Demi-Goddess addressed them, specifically Anjali.

"If you can tolerate people staring at you for a time, we can gather some garments from the locker room nearby. " The Death's Darkly Dressed Disciple suggested. She'd noticed the location on the ship's map when she'd been wandering about the Airship. If this world worked anything like Itami's, there would be plenty of clothing available for the Undead Amazon. Of course, if they couldn't find anything, they would have to visit a nearby town and locate some suitable clothing. Thinking of this, Rory absently brushed her stockings, remembering the last time she'd been in this world. It had been an exciting time as it had been her first time experiencing the wonders of Youji's world. She and very nearly shared her first kiss with him that day.

Again, a wave of nostalgia had hit her as the wrapped Naamah around Rory's body felt like a pair of strong arms that embraced her. Turning around, Rory gestured for both Eddie and Anjali to follow her. Before long, it was Naamah, Anjali and Naamah within the confines of the Women's Locker Room. Opening a storage closet, Rory located a varied set of uniforms. They didn't look like the most comfortable of items to wear but it was all that was available unless Anjali started breaking into the lockers of the female crew members and trying on their clothing.

"Anjali, was it? Do you know what brought you here?" The Demi-Goddess asked curiously, remembering that she'd only recently arrived upon the ship with no discernible purpose. Perhaps if Anjali knew why she was here, it would bring Rory closer to understanding why she was on this ship and not in her world.

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It has been said that the fruits of failure are indeed quite bitter. Anyone who had been observing Katya Rostikova's rather ill formulated plan was more than likely thinking that the Rising Dawn's resident Computer Support Specialist was being force fed a rather large serving of failure spiced heavily with her blood. Of course these nonbelievers would have been neglecting that one of Katya's primary objectives had already been achieved, leaving her second and third objectives requiring completion.

Security Contractor William Thompson was going to rue the day that he chose to accept this contract, he could already foresee that none of this was going to end well the moment a young woman giving a piggyback ride to the Statue of Liberty no only attempted to kill him via suffocation but made the attempt using a rather frigid pair of overly large breasts. Despite the fact that William was happily married to Kevin, this did not mean he was averse to breasts, what he was averse to was these two women attempting to sneak by him using an often used cliche and the fact that the tits that had been shoved into his face were jarringly cold. It wasn't until he noticed that the girl with the udders for breasts had no legs that it dawned on the Security Contractor that these two were members of the terrorist group that the guards had been instructed to be on the look out for, though it was hard to believe that they had ill intentions based on the rather large grin on the face of the girl whose right arm was lodged squarely in the Grand Canyon of Cleavage.

"[color=CC8899](Hell yes!)[/color]" Katya thought to herself as she tasted the familiar taste of victory at having achieved one of her long time goals, touching Miia's Mountainous Milk Makers. Moving her arm, she attempted to move in for a well earned cupping, an action that was interrupted by the sudden and violent reaction by the Guard.

CRACK!

The punch that sent Miia flying backwards sounded something like a bundle of celery being smashed by a baseball bat [footnote]Foley Artists often use this sound to simulate the sound of punches in movies[/footnote]. The suddenness of the Guard's onslaught was so surprising that Katya had little opportunity to react before she was hauled to a standing position by her hair and sent flying, her body skidding to a stop just before impacting against a cardboard box that sat against a wall.

Click!

"ON THE GROUND! HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEADs! NOW!" The Security Contractor said in a loud voice filled with as much authority as the rent-a-cop could muster. Looking at her would be victim, she saw the revolver, faithfully identified by B3WP as a 357 magnum, in the guard's hands. Judging by the position of the barrel, William Thompson was aiming the gun at the perceived greater threat, the inhuman creature that had the upper body of a human girl. It took all of Katya's self control to not give the Rent-A-Cop a hard time since he did have a gun pointed at Miia McHugeHonkers.

Click-a-click-a-click

The sound of Miia being handcuffed was a slight relief to the young woman who had only just realized that she'd put the Peace Loving Lamia into a rather dangerous situation. Now that the Red Headed Goddess of Gazongas had been detained, Officer Thompson turned his attention towards Katya, who glared daggers at the man.

"[color=CC8899]Miia.[/color]" The Rising Dawn's Hedonistic Hacker called out to her barely moving partner in crime, "[color=CC8899]You okay?[/color]"

"SHUT UP!" The ***** with a Plastic Badge commanded loudly, expecting someone of Katya's age to comply. Teenagers usually complied with commands given in an authoratative voice.

"[color=CC8899]You know... I was thinking about you and Dahlink-kun. From the way you're talking, I can't help but think that you're not exactly versed in relationships,[/color]" The Hacker said before being kicked in the gut by G.I. Jackass, causing the hacker to cough up a bit of blood.

"I said SHUT UP!" Officer Thompson repeated himself as he followed up the kick with the butt of the revolver to the side of Katya's face. Spitting up a bit of broken tooth, the intrepid Online Intelligence Officer continued without any cares or worries as to being killed by Security Contractor Thompson.

"[color=CC8899]I was on this forum and they did a survey. I found out that there aren't a lot of guys that want a woman whose willing to become their personal slave and baby factory. If anything they want a woman that has confidence. You know the best way to get confidence? Date someone and practice being in love! Why not Ryan? You and he seem to get along purdy well.[/color]" The Airship's Digital Drama Queen continued before being interrupted by Officer Thompson's boot kicking the back of the Hacker's head, driving her face into the tile floor. Despite the cuts and bruises Katya's voice continued undeterred by the beating, "[color=CC8899]Besides what would happen if you never got to go home to Daklink-Kun? Don't you think you should at least find someone to hook up with while you're here?[/color]"

"That's it *****, it's clobbering time" The fully annoyed Faux-Officer said as he turned Katya over and sat on her chest and began punching her repeatedly in the face, the impact of his ham sized fists making wet noises. Still with the outrageously unjust assault, the Bloody Hacker ***** didn't stop talking, maintaining the attention of the guard.

"[color=CC8899]Unless...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]you...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]think...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]you...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]wanna...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]give...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]me...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]a...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]chance...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]just...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]kidding...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]I...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]just...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]met...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]this...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]really...[/color]"*SMASH*"[color=CC8899]cool...[/color]"

The words suddenly stopped as Katy's body went limp and the only sound that could be heard was the heavy breathing of the Budget Rent a Cop, clearly unused to administering this sort of beating. Standing up, the man turned to walk towards his desk where his radio sat. The others in his unit would need to hear about this. Neither he nor Miia saw what was coming next.

A slender hand reached up and grabbed Security Contractor William Thompson by the collar and pulled on it, forcing the man to fall backwards and had hit head against the hard floor. As the Security Consultant attempted to clear the stars from his vision, he felt a pair of boots pushing his left arm against the floor and then the other. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by a bloody mess.

The formerly unconscious Katya Rostikova stood above her former assailant now victim, her mouth was gashed open into a wicked looking grin filled with unnaturally white teeth. The wounds that had been created by the man she pinned still dripped blood, blood that flowed down from her face onto his, seeping into his mouth, his nostrils and his eyes no matter how hard he tried to shut them.

"OH GOD!" He screamed as he felt his sinuses and throat being filled with the woman's blood.

"[color=CC8899]Officer Thompson... you're really going to love this... you don't know where I've been... you don't know what I can do to you...[/color]" The young woman's voice said before the Officer's consciousness was forcefully shut off by an invading horde of nano-agents. Seconds later it was the Officer that was now lying motionless. Looking at Miia, the suddenly clean faced and fully healed Katya ran over to the restraint wristed Lamia and freed her, "[color=CC8899]You okay, Miia?[/color]"

As his new Mistress freed her comrade, the former body of Officer William Thompson stood up and started walking towards the locking device that restricted Katya's access to not only the projector but the terminal that was streaming Bison's speech. Of course... even the best laid plans needed to fail from time to time but in Katya's defense, Eddie wasn't necessarily someone you could account for in contingency plans.

"[color=5B9C64]TIIIIIMBEEEEEEEEER![/color]" A rather loud voice could be heard before the room exploded as something crashed through the roof of the building, shattering the lock on the door, the turning Security Contractor William Thompson into a goopy puddle under Eddie's boots.

"[color=CC8899]Bloody... fucking... hell...[/color]" Katya cursed loudly as a hastily constructed defensive field consisting of nano-agents dispersed after the dust had settled.

Eddie crashed through the roof and down several floors before hitting the ground, sending out a small scale shockwave and causing a small-scale crater to form around the point of impact.

"[color=5B9C64]Now that's what I call a good landing![/color]" he proudly proclaimed as he started dusting himself off, only to notice the grotesque display of misshapen flesh beneath his feet, viscera splattered all around the room. "[color=5B9C64]Oh.[/color]"

Now aware of the existence of other mortals around, Eddie emerged from the crater leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints. The dust around the impact begun settling down, and as Eddie approached the rather vulgar edgelord, the first thing she likely saw would be his glowing eyes, followed by his cheeky grin, and finally his gray-ish, scar-filled muscular torso.

"[color=5B9C64]Friend o' yours? Sorry not sorry. I did yell out, ya know, so it's not like I didn't give off a warning![/color]" He started cleaning his boots of viscera with a hand, "[color=5B9C64]If it makes ya feel any better, he probably died quickly and painlessly. I'm pretty sure I crashed his head as I- ah![/color]" he pointed at part of the gore hanging on his boot, "[color=5B9C64]See that? That, is grey matter.[/color]"

Yeah... Katya was able to see that it was grey matter. She could also see that beyond the shattered door was the bodies of two AV Club Mouthbreathers that had died from a twin pair of heart attacks, likely caused by the fear of GOD that Eddie had put into them. Looking at Eddie, the young Hacker could only smile at the creepy looking ghoulish figure.

"[color=CC8899]Nah... that guy was a dick... thanks for the assist.[/color]" The woman said as she helped Miia up and headed towards the projector room, but not before smacking Eddie on the ass, "[color=CC8899]That rocked, Mister...[/color]" Katya paused for a moment as she scanned the Rising Dawn's recent logs, "[color=CC8899]Eddie.[/color]"

Moments later the Rising Dawn's Hacker Heroine and Lewd Lamia were in the projector room where they could hear the commotion that had been caused by the crew members downstairs. In the distance, the sound of more fighting could be heard.

"[color=CC8899]Shit. No time for a test run.[/color]" The young woman muttered as she patched into the computer that was streaming Bison's video, hoping to replace the source video with her edited one.

Silence · Feb 24, 2016

Avatar Adventures | Denver | Capitol Building Compound
Daylight
Diana | A wild Digimon appeared!

So the "weapon" looked strong enough to withhold tanks, which was about the strength she herself could produce. Dream did not like this. What she liked even less, however, was what she learned in casual conversation.

"Heheheh...Sure, where do you think we got the *****?..."
"Hold up...You're telling me this Unit used to be from that flying freak-show?"
"Yep, Think that girly ass Ninja the boss keeps around brought her in. Think he said she was..."Digimon" or some shit like that...Has all these crazy psychic powers, kinda like those the Client has. Believe me, they'll never see her coming..." the two Unloaders were conversating excitedly.

Psychic, and from the Rising Dawn. Now where does that leave me? Diana thought. Might as well switch sides right now, but that would win me no favour. So, what will it be, watching from the sidelines or risk trying to use the only advantage I've got? she contemplated, watching the workers boot the ... thing ... up.

She did not know what the fuck a "Digimon" was, but she knew as well as anyone that psychic powers were no thing to jest about. Now, the question was: If it was from the Rising Dawn, was it here by choice? She would guess no, so freeing it would probably be enough. But what kind of imprisonment was this? There was only one way to find out, and Dream did not like it at all. It meant using her weaker power, her telepathy, versus someone who specialized in exactly this.

Slightly keeping out of view, so her glowing eyes would not cause much attention, Dream carefully felt out for the ... Digimon's mind, not wanting to fight it, just "feel" what kind of consciousness it had, and if she could talk to it telepathically. She was prepared to jump out of it as soon as something seemed amiss, and hoped not to get overwhelmed by its psychic power.

"Hey there, sweet thing." she transferred her thoughts to Mecha-Mew. "How are you feeling? They treating you well? You wanna get out of there?"
She just hoped she would get some help again, soon.

[hr]

As the halberd-wielding small girl appeared back in the restroom, Anjali kind of wondered what her deal was, listening in on conversations, but as she offered her clothes ... or at least tried to offer her clothes, she was grateful nonetheless. "I was just listening in on the conversation and I might be able to help you with your situation." The Halberd wielding Berserker said as she started unwrapping the scarf from around her neck, "Naamah. Do you think you could help Anjali cover herself for a while until we can get her some proper clothing?"

It seemed however that the clothing was not too fond of serving as clothing. Wounding herself indecently around Rory, the scarf spoke unwillingly, mostly of things Anjali had never heard about.

Code:

"Were I of a more indecent nature, I should have done with you punishments most strange for insulting my honor so callously!"

As Naamah ended her speech, Anjali was kind of glad she did not have to wear her. Something inside of her seemed very opposed towards having something living on her body.

[color=5B9C64]"Well, whaddya expect, Rory?"[/color] Eddie asked, annoyed, [color=5B9C64]"An automaton being useful? That's like asking a Mr. Gutsy to look after your baby. He'll BBQ it and serve it medium rare for dinner!"[/color] Anjali literally had no idea what Eddie was talking about. Aside from "automaton", which seemed a familiar term, although she did not seem to like it.

Instead, she gladly accepted the heavy coat Eddie gave her, which looked like some kind of excessive leather armor. She put it on, and even though it did not cover all that needed covering, she did like it quite a lot. It seemed fitting, for some reason, and she liked its heaviness.

[color=5B9C64]"Here, that'll do to cover yourself until you get some proper clothes. Since discount Mr. Handy here is too proud to be of any use, our only option is to go to the ladies' locker room."[/color] Eddie stroke a dramatic pose and pointed at the door, [color=5B9C64]"To the locker room, then!"[/color] he exclaimed and proceeded to bolt off the room, only to reapper but a brief moment later, [color=5B9C64]"Where's that, again?"[/color]

Rory seemed to have had the same idea at the same time, getting to the locker room. "If you can tolerate people staring at you for a time, we can gather some garments from the locker room nearby." she suggested.
Anjali did not know what a locker room was, but she followed without a word, trusting that this place might be the one where she got the rest of her clothes. She looked around curiously on the way, noting the weird metal parts of this place, wondering how this vessel was even able to be airborne. She also noted a lot of bystanders staring at her while she passed them. Not wanting to give the wrong impression, she held back the hisses she felt like spouting at them.

The locker room was also new for Anjali. She had never seen this many clothes in one place. She, growing up in a small village, had only ever had two dresses at the same time in her life. And these uniforms, most of them had trousers and looked like male clothes, even though it was a room womens clothing. It confused her. What had happened in the time she was dead? Everything seemed to have changed.

Rory pointed her to a set of uniforms she could try on. Slipping into a pair of jeans, she found the sensation weird, but bearable. At least it covered her legs fully. It even fit around her hips, luckily. Putting on a white shirt, she did like the sensation less. It felt really weird, too stiff and too soft at the same time. And it was slightly too small, mostly around the chest area. It was pretty much the opposite of the sensation she felt about wearing snake-skin. It felt pretty wrong.

This was however no reason to undress again, nothing here seemed to be of different material. All of it seemed kind of unnatural to her. Putting on Eddie's trenchcoat again, Anjali looked kind of like a Heavy Metal version of a Rising Dawn Support Officer. Most importantly however, she looked dressed.

While she was trying out clothes, Rory asked her: "Anjali, was it? Do you know what brought you here?"
Anjali answered: "Yes, my name is Anjali, and no, I do not know. I awoke in a swamp, dirty, but at least not rotten, unlike my dress. I walked around a bit, then found a ... portal? Something like that, it just looked like a shimmer. I went through it, and arrived here, at the well.
It seemed something called me here. I have ... I don't know, weird sensations when talking to you, and Eddie. Like something is whirling inside of me ..." She paused for a bit, thinking, and walking to the door of the room. Then she added:

"I would think this just a phantasm, but then, I am ... undead now. So I do not know. I would like to learn more about this place, about what it is, and why people arrive here ..." She fell silent, confused about what she just said. She knew she was not the only one to arrive here, but she did not know why she knew. Maybe Rory could answer these questions. Or some of the people she saw in the big room they had passed previously, and which she entered now again. The Canteen. She felt like asking about what was going on here, where Eddie had gone, and what this place was, anyways.

Kalastryn · Feb 24, 2016

Capitol Building Compound
What's in the box?
Kalastryn | Dream

Now while Kala had a decent view of the facilities set up to ward them off from the small window of the police cruiser, the view from this rooftop made it very clear how much she was in over her head moving forward. Which lead to the very quick elimination of any notion of using the front door. She could have gone the roundabout way through too, perhaps going through some sort of side entrance... but really? She has no idea what's inside, and if these were the measures taken to ensure no one got in?

The inside of that building must be a god damn deathtrap.
Yep. What did you expect? They must have spent millions on this kind of security.
That they did, and we may as well let everyone know that.

Sending out a message through her ring, Kala tried to inform everyone on the ground.

*tap tap* Is this thing on? Just a little status update here, I've made it far enough to have eyes on the military forces and DAMN! These guys must be Pissed! City hall is a god damn fortress! Those cyborgs look like they could lift eight of themselves, and that's not mentioning the tanks. Just be ready when you get here, I'll try to find out more.

Once that was done, true to her word she was going to try to snoop around. Though... it would definitely be best not to get any closer. It never hurts to have more eyes to examine the issue, so Kala casts a spell to conjure 14 prying eyes[footnote]Semi tangible, but visible orbs of magic. They see 360 degrees around, they fly, they follow Kala's instructions. When they return to Kala's hand, she'll have seen everything they did. While having them float around a military base would be a rather dead giveaway that something is up, you'd have to see them first. They're really only about the size of marbles. As far as durability, consider them hollowed out balls of glass. If they even run into a wall, they break and their information is lost. While they would understand what Kala does in regards to the value of certain information, their instructions must be simple. 25 words or less when giving their orders at the start of the spell, or they won't understand.[/footnote]

Her voice at a low whisper, Kalastryn then instructs her conjured oculi, "Disperse around the compound and gather as much information as you can. Return in three minutes, no later. Do not be spotted." She concludes as the conjured orbs zip off from the rooftop, spying in a most efficient manner. This did however leave Kalastryn to wonder...

Well, while we wait for that to finish, any other ideas?
Only what we do every day. Not die. Can't really risk storming the place alone yeah?
With a sigh, Kala sat back and resigned herself to boredom.

Denver | Brainwashed mob No. 6 Katya, ARES, Ryan, Nina, David West, Miia, Eddie

Turning to Nina after witnessing the absolutely rabid programming brainwashed into these people, she had to admit. "Quick thinking, I like that. Probably not going to last very long however, so I could care less about subtlety at this point, Katya is taking too damn long now." They said, running to catch up with the hacker.

Only to be met face to face with Eddie the dead, atop an absolutely crushed man, beneath his boots, Miia handcuffed, and the whole place looking like a crime scene from a horror movie with liberal and I do mean LIBERAL splatters of blood for decoration. A number of things ran through ARES' processes. Other than that one time she used some sort of program spliced into her system at Black Mesa, this was the first undead they've ever seen. He definitely didn't look... natural. Her ~~friends~~ associates were trying to reprogram the projector, the only thing that really ended up exiting the ersatz woman's mouth exiting the elevator was...

"I'd ask if I should be worried about what I'm seeing, but I've learned over recent days with these people that asking questions like that is a moot point. Usually the answer is "yes, but get over it and keep moving." So with this looking like the scene of a cheap horror movie, and a viscous brawl ready to break out in the streets outside, I do have a different question to ask." She said, walking up to Eddie and extending a hand. "What's your name, why are you here, and please tell me your not going to make today any more difficult?"

Zepherus14 · Feb 25, 2016

Nina watched with excited glee as the gentle zombie mob turned into a horde of destruction, training their eyes on a poor helpless tree. There was a certain level of satisfaction in seeing something you yourself started come to light, or in this case, a plan coming together. She would have to remember to mark this event down on her proverbial scoreboard of

Nina 1 - Hippies 0

That was about when a man she hadn't met yet commented on the situation. "...You know, I pride myself on having something witty to say at moments like this, but I'm drawing a blank..." He said, Nina giving him a look of 'Do I know you?' as he then fulfilled his need of witty one liners. "...Wait, wait! I got it! Looks like those Grassy Knoll guys were onto something!" He then turned to face Nina, Nina herself not quite getting the joke, the reference gracefully flying over her head. "Nice thinking there, Kid...But you might want to get out of the Mile High City while you still can. Those people aren't acting of their own free will and, if you enjoy living without some creepy politician controlling your body, might be best to get out of here while the going is good..."

Nina continued to watch David for a short time more, her head slowly nodding like she understood what he was saying, although obviously having questions. "Uhuh? Ya. Alright, gotcha..." She started to say, then putting her finger to her bottom lip, tapping it before continuing. "One sliiiiiiiiight problem with that. What the hell is going on here?!" She exclaimed at David, giving a glance to the others around her as well. "Who the hell is this Vega shmuck, who the hell are you, and to be quite frank, where the hell am I?!" Nina questioned rather aggressively, acting like the last straw on the camel's back had been placed, and her suspension of disbelief had finally been torn asunder. "No no no no, like hell I'm going to leave! I'm just going to go back to my house, and kick myself out of this acid trip of a-"

[color=5B9C64]"TIIIIIMBEEEEEEEEER!"[/color] Eddie yelled right before impacting the apartment building, interrupting Nina's train of thought.

When that familiar voice rang out, Nina couldn't help but turn her head to look for where it had come from, just in time to see the impact of the building of where her home was currently. She stared for a moment, mouth slightly agape, before sobbering up enough to react in turn, her hands trembling at the thought of what kind of damage the building had just sustained. "MY-MY HOME! That's the fucking asshole that woke me up this morning!" Nina then paused, her dufflebag moving slightly, although given her erratic movement it could have just been her. "And ruined my souffl?!" She added seemingly out of the blue.

Orinon · Feb 26, 2016

As Eddie attempted to rationalize his sudden crash, and Katya Carried Miia to a safer location she felt like she was being watched a voice belonging an unseen pair of eyes sighed "So much for subtlety"
Suddenly a curtain of black smoke drifted up and a young boy with messy white blonde hair with black tips, piercing violet eyes and a white and black outfit. [footnote]

To better blend In Icarus is wearing more modern clothing white jeans and a Black V-neck white jacket

I felt like Tweaking Icarus's a bit if only temporarily

[/footnote]
He looked around the teenager looked familiar but his hair and outfit had changed to such a degree it took a moment to be recognized.
"So is there any hope of sneaking away from.... this" he asks gesturing to the entire room.
"I was hoping we would stay quiet. For the record I have exactly ONE out and I can only take one person with me, Selena has been in the sky surveying from the air.
"Long story short we should probably get out of here is anyone injured, but not before trying to mess with that thing" he ssaiod buit seeing the media server his own ideas of sabotage, after all Vega had been doing the same taking out his handheld but Icarus then noticed Miia in the corner.....Traumatized.
[color=BA0025]"The horror .. .. . the horror.. . . "[/color] Miia whispered to herself,
Icarus knelt down next to her "H-hey are you going to be alright?" the Half-Angel asked the Lamia.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Feb 26, 2016

Brainwashed Mob No. 1: Caim, Angelus

After the briefing, Caim and Angelus set off from their landing zone towards one of these mobs that Violet told them so much about and, needless to say, they wouldn't be impressed with what they saw.
Right smack bang in the middle of down was a makeshift military training camp for the "Vega Milita", a private armed group who were just founded less then a few hours ago and were already in the process of training a new generation of soldiers to fight against-...whatever it was that Vega was fighting against.
It was a modest operation, instead of actual military tents, they used ones from a farmers market, instead of camo uniforms, they had Vega 2016 shirts, instead of modern weapons, they had second-hand AK-47s that were supplied by the instructors and instead of target dummies, they had live dummies.
"OH PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS!" one of the protesters screamed, still wearing an Anti-Vega shirt while an entire line of brainwashed "Soldiers" took turns to try and shoot him, each one missing barely due to the effects of the mind control on their motor skills.

In the middle of it all was a bored looking Vega Staffer who was sitting comfortably reading a comic book with his feet resting next to a turn-table that was pumping out some military style chanting (Which was ripped from that one scene in "The Wizard of Oz") while his mindless drones did half-assed exercises and missing their hapless target.
While he didn't look too tough, the issue was getting to him though all the armed mobsters, sure, they weren't going to hit either of them with THAT kind of aim, but even a minor skirmish could risk innocent lives.

Brainwashed Mob No 2.: Rugal, Elise, Shadow, Taytum

"I could go on the roof tops, and guide you to where the security's pathing is. Think of it as me leading you through a maze, but without bullet holes being filled into your body. My only question is, who would like to volunteer?"

"I believe I will, I tend to find bullet wounds to be more of an annoyance anyway. Lost a lot of good suits to them..." Rugal quipped before agreeing to Elise's offer.
Once she was up on the rooftop, Elise could see their wasn't much in the way of a pattern for the dazed masses as they shambled about, hell, if it wasn't for the "Foreman" barking orders, I doubt they could even so much as take a piss on their own.
Still, Rugal began to make his way to the each of the construction yard, taking a moment to remove his current suit jacket and also swipe a hardhat, figuring he might be able to blend in if worst came to worst.
Speaking though his communication watch, he then said "Alright Elise, once the speakers are down, we can mop up the rest of the resistance rather easily. By your lead..."

As Rugal was getting ready for his "Covert Op", The Foreman barked out another order, "WE NEED MORE FUEL! THIS ISN'T A BOY SCOUT'S CAMPFIRE WE'RE BUILDING HERE PEOPLE!", motioning for his workers to go siphon from fuel from the parked cars nearby as a pair of Denver's Finest appeared on the scene.
Rather then actually try to stop any of this, they began to chat with the Foreman while one of them kept a watchful eye out for trouble.
Or at least, trouble his employer didn't agree with.

Brainwashed Mob No. 3: Teri, Garm

As a Cleric, Teri was no stranger to the act of charity and it would appear that her foes weren't strangers either.
At least, if your definition of Charity was Extortion.
There was a large group of brainwashed people in nothing but their socks and underwear, holding crude blunt weapons as their Campaign Staff overlords talked with some of the locals.
"-AND IT IS BECAUSE OF THE RISING DAWN THAT NO ONE WILL BE GETTING HOLODECKS THIS CHRISTMAS! GIVE! GIVE! ALL PROCEEDS GO TOWARDS VICTIMS OF THE BLACK MESA ATTACK!" The staffer yelled, going whole hog on this act with a hand bell and a basket for donations.
Right beside him however, a rather injured looking man was writing a cheque while a few of the mob watched him closely, snatching it off him before handing it to their master, as well as attacking the poor soul anyway.
"OW-HEY-AH-WHAT THE HELL!? I DID EVERYTHING YOU ASKED! IT'S ALL I GOT!"
"GET HIS PHONE AND CAR KEYS! oh, AND HIS WATCH! IT'S A NICE WATCH! IT'S VEGA'S WILL...or...something..." The Ringleader ordered as his unwilling lackeys laid the beating down as another "Charitable Citizen" was pulled from a captive audience of civilians who weren't affected by Vega's power (at least, not yet).
All the while, haunting church organ music played from a iPhone docking station next to the Ringleader, most likely the source of Vega's influence as she could almost taste the negative energy flowing with every note.

~~Brainwashed Mob No. 4: Batter, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg~~

Ton Ton and Cadolbolg soon found themselves on the wrong side of town as they neared a rather large crowd of people all gathering around something.
Once the flew in a little closer, they then noticed the reason they were all gathered here, a pair of men in "Vega 2016 shirts" were holding some kind of "Fight Club" where the crowd acted as both the audience and the barriers stopping the fighters from escaping.
At the moment, the two "Fighters" were merely a pair of protesters who were wearing Anti-Armstrong shirts, displaying their outrage over the changes to the cities police force and laws.
"-And whomever is the last one standing shall walk away, not only as a hero...but they'll get to walk away Period! HAHAHAHAHA!" One of the staffers said, getting a forced "yaaaaaaaay" from the crowd.
Their pleading did little to aid their plight as it was drowned out by recordings of Vincent Vega's Podcast being played out of a series of 3 carry around speaker boxes that were attached to the belts of random people in the crowd, ensuring that they and everyone around them was brainwashed.
The dark energy oozed out of them as the ramblings of a mad man played on, getting the crowd slightly animated as he talked about "Freedom Fries" of all things.
"Hey!? How come you two ain't killing each other!?! Get to it before the crowd gets restless..." The event organisations demanded, prompted half-assed booing from the people as well as slurred death threats.
As time went on, the mob enclosed upon the protesters, making it clear if they didn't start killing each other, their "Audience" would do the job for them.

~~Brainwashed Mob~~ Civilian Location No. 5: Dolores, Nadalia, Sloth, Wrath

While Nadalia and Wrath were still coming to blows, with the destruction of the speakers, a calm soon entered the area as all the people under it's control suddenly...weren't.
Each one of them were groaning and holding their heads as they tried to figure out how the hell they got here, most of them were just on their way to work when they got roped up into this madhouse of a rally.
However, before many of them could even stop to ask what had happened, the sight of Wrath and Nadalia throwing down did a good job of telling all present that now would be a good time to get the hell out of Denver.
At the very least, the fact that Nadalia was in the Vice's way ensured that most, if not all, were able to get out of dodge.
Now all that had to worry about was the large number of Police Siren's now en route to their location...

Brainwashed Mob freed! 5 Remain!

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~~Brainwashed Mob~~ Civilian Location No. 6: David, Ryan, Miia, ARES, Dr. Insaneo, Katya, Nina and Phillip, Eddie, Icarus, anyone else I might have missed

With Eddie "Clearing the Way" to the projector, Katya was able to put her theory to the test as her edited video began to play on the projector.
While the crowd on the streets were currently chewing up those poor trees, they stopped for a moment when they heard the new orders:

"mY FELL-ow Coloradans! May-or walTer Wite oF NEw MEXiCO haS orDERred hiS TRooPs TO OuR BoRDer! Ass You-r SUPER-EEm LEE-DER, I orDER yoo to wa-LK to the BoRDer and DEF-end the Neo Vega REPuBLIC!"

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A confused hue began to settle over the crowd as they dropped what they were doing before wandering towards New Mexico, even while the Staffers tried to get their human herd under their thrall once more.
And so they marched to defend New Mexico and it's glorious Mayor Walter White for the glory of the Neo Vega Republic...
...
...Nah, I'm only screwing with ya, they walked about 4 blocks until they were no longer in range of Vega's voice, resulting in a large confused, but safe, crowd of people wondering why they had dirt on their hands, tree bark in their mouths and who the hell had the nerve to charge them 30 dollars for a bag of popcorn.

Brainwashed Mob freed! 4 Remain!

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David all the while was more concerned about how one of their own seemed to just randomly drop from the sky near their AO, as well as the fact they had managed to knock down an entire apartment building in the process of just shutting off a movie of all things.
"...Not-...how I would have done it, but alright...I guess that's a win...of sorts?...Alright, I'm going to try and hook up with one of the other groups. I suggest you do the same. The more people left under Bison's control in the city, the more I'd imagine he'll try to sic on us when we march on the Capitol."
And with that, David began to leave the scene, walking at first until the sound of Police Sirens began to be heard.
"...Huh, guess they are more responsive then normal police. HEADS UP! LAW ENFORCEMENT IN-BOUND! SCATTER, RE-GROUP ON ANOTHER MOB AND DON'T ENGAGE! Last thing we need is half the PD coming down on us! Double time people!"

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Feb 26, 2016

Capitol Building Compound: Kalastryn, Dream

Kalastryn's prying eyes got her an almost complete map of the outside of the Capitol, namely where troop concentrations were highest and where the heavy armor was currently deployed.
While her eyes weren't very notable for humans, the sudden spikes in UV levels appearing seemingly at random did seem to prompt some of the more attentive Cyborgs to raise an Alert status, as well as report a possible driver malfunction in their visual units.
Still, she was able to get a good look at One of the Commanders on location [http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/metalgear/images/e/e9/MGR_ConceptDesignArt_07_MGSTV.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140819202630] as he relayed orders onto the others just outside the front door to the Capitol before making her way inside.
Also of note was a strange flicker of light that was caught on one of the nearby buildings, a mirage almost but even as the eye floated over, it found little of value before-...suddenly being crushed?

The rest of the Eyes made it back, giving Kalastryn enough info to make it into the building without being seen but not nearly enough to know how well defended the actual building was.

All the while, Dream was getting very little from her attempts to get inside the creature's mind, although she was able to get a slight reply without anyone of the killer cyborgs she was rubbing shoulders with noticing.
But when I say slight, I mean it, what little indication she got from the creature's mind was akin to a coma victim attempting to speak after their vocal cords had been gathering dust for 20 years.
"...Hang on...detecting a spike in the Unit's Psionic output..."
"Oh yeah, she does that sometimes. The implants keep her in check but they tend to drain a lot of power so we keep them off when she's not in battle."
"...So how do you make sure that she doesn't attempt to melt someone's brain?"
"Like this."
With a mere push of a button, a large electrical was unleashed into the pod the creature was in, one wouldn't require a degree in physics to understand that it seemed to be a lot stronger then anything that could be considered healthy for anything with a pulse.
There wasn't much of a viable reaction from the creature but Dream could pick up on the impact it had on the creature's mind, so much so it forced her to break the connection.
"And it appears that it's back within acceptable norms...Alright, Take Jackson over there and get the HF-Blades charged." The man at the panel ordered, allowing Dream to figure out what the name of the gentleman she was pretending to be was.

Strider Katana (Blade) & Strider Hime (Furiae) Strider Hien & Inuart Iprisson

Location: World Marshall Supply Depot, Outside of Denver [http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/17g9gv5p5cdqqjpg/ku-xlarge.jpg]

While the sneak attack tactic did work wonders on most conventional enemies, Blade could almost see the Smug eye roll on Hien's face as he went to strike, only to watch as his forearm blades stopped inches away from it's mark as Hien's personal guard blocked it.
"...Really now? Who do you think you are messing with, Freak?" The soon-to-be Grandmaster gloated as the Groyvle was forced back, landing on his feet as the Elite Guard made their move.
"So it's true, You're working with Bison, aren't you!? Is that why you had Hiryu become your puppet!? Why you took Jenny away?!" The pokemon shouted as he parried the guard's attacks, giving Hien all the time he needed for a monolog.
"Oh wow...you mutants are really behind the curve, aren't you? Hey, Rockstar. How about you tell them who I really work for?" He taunted as he calmly walked right past the on-going battle as the on-site security began to gather around.

Inuart was still somewhat drinking in the madness of it all as he shot back "Oh, is this that part in the stories when the villains tell everything because they believe they'll win?", attempting to get up only for Furiae to keep him in place with a dagger to the throat.
"...Well, I wouldn't call myself a Villain, but perhaps it's something like that...Hime, are you not going to finish your target off?"
Furiae grit her teeth for a moment as she spat back "You shut up!"
"Oh, you're too kind, Hien. No wonder Bison didn't trust you at all. I didn't realize I was so disposable to you."
That statement actually gave Hien pause, for the sole reason he couldn't resist rubbing it in Inuart's face the reality of the situation.
"It's less that you were disposable and more that Bison is. To be disposable would indicate that you had some worth to begin with. All Hime is doing is saving me some time. Don't worry though, I'm sure Bison, Bruiser and the rest of your rabble will be joining you in hell. Now, Strider Hime, be a good little girl and do your job..."

For a moment, the life drained from Inuart's face as his expression quickly turned sour.
Furiae soon found herself being grabbed by the collar of her outfit as the Bard asked, nay, demanded "Let me up and I'll help you clear out his guards. What you do with him, I care not. Obviously, there's little point in loyalty if he wants me dead."
There was a moment of conflict in the young Strider before she complied, taking the blade from his throat.
Hien was half way up the stairs to the command center when he saw the duo now on their feet and the lack of a bleeding bard on the ground.
"...what the-...Oh...you had one job, you little spineless demonic whore. GUN THEM BOTH DOWN!" He then shouted to the on-site security as they opened fire.

Silence · Feb 27, 2016

Avatar Adventures | Denver | Capitol Building Compound
Daylight
Diana | Digimew | Human Tincans

There was pretty much only one option: Sabotage, quickly. The poor ... whatever that thing was had implants that kept her in check - which probably meant once it was in battle, it was a slave and there was not much possibility of taking out these implants until the power ran out. Diana was annoyed that she did not have success in speaking with the Digimon, but she counted the reaction she experienced as a success nonetheless.

Adding to that the dialogue of the two killer cyborgs, she got a lot of information:
"...Hang on...detecting a spike in the Unit's Psionic output..."
"Oh yeah, she does that sometimes. The implants keep her in check but they tend to drain a lot of power so we keep them off when she's not in battle."
"...So how do you make sure that she doesn't attempt to melt someone's brain?"

Note: "Digimon" is used for psychic fighting and has lots of system overseeing its brains, so attempting a conversation or fight on this level would be a very bad idea.
"Implants" need lots of power, meaning if the Digimon's pod is destroyed, the enemy solely relies on these implants. It would be a success if they ran out of energy before a real fight began. At least she guessed this was the case.

In the meanwhile, the pods' torturing power was displayed to her, as the electrical was unleashed into the creatures pod. As much as she enjoyed this presentation, she would rather have it if the human trash was inside the pod and getting crispy, not a creature she deemed far more worthy of living. She audibly sighed as she realized it would not be possible for her to create such a situation, as she was far too close to the capitol building to create this kind of horror theatre. It would sound an immediate alarm, making it possibly possible for Bison to get away, and create a lot of negative emotions, which was apparently the thing she should avoid. Diana realized the mission could not avoid all negative emotions, as even though she did not feel anything for or against Bison, Digimon and the Cyborgs would provide quite a lot of feelings themselves, but it was better to not add to the already existing ones.

There was pretty much only one way: Making the breaking of the pod look like an accident. Thankfully, an opportunity arrived sooner than expected.

"And it appears that it's back within acceptable norms...Alright, Take Jackson over there and get the HF-Blades charged." the cyborg-in-charge told the other one. She was Jackson apparently, and she did not knew what these blades were. Which, of course, would still not be a problem.

She walked over to the guy. "Come on, we should not lose any time. Get me to the blades, let us charge them, then try out if they are still sharp."
Dianas improvised plan was to get a blade "accidentally" break through the pod (if it wasn't strong on his own, she was more than willing to triple the size, and therefore strength, of her arm, when no one was looking). The only problem now was the wait time until the blades were charged, and looking for the exact opportunity to arrange her little accident.

Zepherus14 · Feb 27, 2016

As her first crack at leaving the nest as it were, seeing Eddie slam into it to do untold destruction to her belongings was hard to witness. As Nina felt the hand on her shoulder, her head lifted slightly as she turned to look at Ryan. She looked definitely shaken, and watched as Ryan put his other hand on her shoulder in turn. "Seems like you've got caught up in this mess, and for that I'm truly, truly sorry. You're looking for answers, and I've got them." Nina didn't object to Ryan's, instead giving him her full attention all the while fiddling with her hair nervously in one hand, and holding the side of her dufflebag with the other.

"The guy running for President isn't using his true name; for obvious reasons to prevent being found out. His real name is Bison, and he's not a good person- far from it. 'Maybe a really good person?' Dude's using his psychic powers to brainwash the masses into voting for him, 'Damn it...' hence why those people you kindly led to attack the trees ... are literally going ham on said trees." 'Ya, no real hippie would try to hurt a tree like that.' Nina's eyes would briefly glance over to the mob that would soon be dispersed, before looking back to Ryan. "Me, along with a handful of others are on a secret mission to take Bison in alive, or silence him one way or the other. We're the actual Rising Dawn members, but we've been painted in a black light simply because Bison knows we're the only ones whom can stop him. Now believe me, this is going to be hard swallowing but ... we're not 'your daily neighborhood heroes' from around the block. 'Oh thank god' Each of us possess some kind of unique ability, just think of X-Men but cooler in my opinion." Ryan would be happy to see a small smile creep onto Nina's face, as he mentioned the X-Men, apparently getting the joke.

"I'll tell you what. Since it seems your house got ruined by that ... whatever it was shouting, 'Fuckin' asshat...' I will help you out. By the end of this mission, when there's nothing giving us grief- I will see to it personally that your home is well repaired and fixed before nightfall." 'Oh my god.' Nina by this news look quite a bit more relieved by this news, she'd stopped fiddling with her hair, and seemed a bit more composed than the teary mess she'd been before.

"I can make it happen, but you'll have to stay with me alright? 'Maybe he could fix that leaky faucet.' I can't risk a sane person like yourself getting in the crossfire 'or that towel bar.' of angry mobs or deadly forces that are 'Or even that one wobbly chair that keeps breaking.' willing to make casualties, yea?"

Nina noticed quickly after that Ryan had paused for the moment, waiting on her to respond, which she herself looked in thought. 'Oh no, he was saying other things, think of something!' Nina's mouth was a jar, looking at the surroundings a quick moment before slowly nodding her head in agreement. "Y-ya, okay."

"Why am I telling you all this? It's quite simple ... first thing's first, I feel bad for what you're going through. Secondly, I can tell you're not the daily neighborhood citizen yourself. All this time I've felt nauseated being around you and I couldn't place my finger as to why that was. That is until, I noticed your bag shifting in places that don't match your body's directional sway. What i'm saying is, something's in that bag and I can sense it isn't something like a pug ..." It was then that Nina's expression quickly changed from her concerned but focused look to one like a parent finding a child in the cookie jar. If Ryan was still watching Phillip from within the bag, he'd see Phillip had stopped moving, entirely. Not a single fidget came from the mass as it seemed to turn its attention on Ryan. [small]'Oh shiiiiiiiiit.'[/small][footnote]Said in a similar manner to Filmcow's Oh shiiiiiiit he does at the end of Ghost House episodes.[/footnote]

"Don't worry, your secret is with me by all means." Needless to say, Nina hadn't expected to wake up today and have this set nicely on her lap. There were literally so many questions, and frankly so little time to ask as the sirens started to become audible in the distance

"...Huh, guess they are more responsive then normal police. HEADS UP! LAW ENFORCEMENT IN-BOUND! SCATTER, RE-GROUP ON ANOTHER MOB AND DON'T ENGAGE! Last thing we need is half the PD coming down on us! Double time people!" David announced to the group.

"I... I have some much to ask, but I believe you. This is turning out to be one of the oddest Saturdays of my life, so... My name's Nina Zaczoltski, what's yours?" She finally asked Ryan, unsure exactly which direction these other groups were supposed to be, but willing to go along with Ryan for the time being. [small]"Sorry Phillip, I don't think we're gonna be going to be going home quite yet."[/small] She whispered quietly when they'd started moving.

Texas Joker 52 · Mar 1, 2016

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Things were quickly set to go from bad, to worse with the kind of speed that only those on the receiving end of Lady Luck's ire were likely to experience. He had hoped that Wrath's tantrum towards the speakers had, maybe, been enough. It was a highly unlikely hope, since rarely was she ever satisfied with such minimal destruction, but he had still hoped. He had even felt that things were starting to look up, since the masses that surrounded them seemed to come to their senses and started to make a beeline to anywhere that wasn't there.

But his hope was short-lived.

The Iron Lady, or whatever it was the young Soldier had called her, was clearly cut from the same cloth that Wrath embodied, and thrust out a hand, showering one of the towering Vice's arms with conjured fire.

"You pillock, for drifting my patience into the ground. I will not grant you a second chance, so heed to my words. Stop your assault on the neighboring humans and walk away."

Taking a few quick steps, Sloth stood in-between the two women as they glared at one another, and glanced at them both with a look of mild concern. In all honesty, he didn't really care if either of them got themselves killed. Mortals died, and Wrath? She would be back before too long, good as new. But he did care, at least a little, about getting his job done without too much trouble. Trouble meant extra effort, and he wanted to expend as little effort as he needed to. Unfortunately, calling for the "bigger stick" was clearly the wrong way to go about that.

"Hey now! If you don't remember, we have a mission. We can't afford to have a grudge match here-and-now. Let's assassinate this Emma Buffalo guy first. Once we're done, then by all means, duke it out. Sell tickets if you want. Just not right here. Not right now." he repeated, his tone reasonable as his gaze alternated between both women's eyes.

Wrath, however, didn't immediately answer. After all, that blast of fire hurt like a *****, and was strong enough to push her back a good few feet. She wasn't particularly impressed by the attack itself, so much as the fact that this woman, this *****, was stupid enough to not take her earlier hint. Her remaining eye darted towards Nadalia's outstretched hand, making a mental note to tear that arm out of the socket when she got the chance.

Still, Sloth didn't say that she couldn't have a go at her. He just said that she couldn't yet. Not only that, but despite her temper, she realized that he had to have called her for a good reason.

Standing straight, she strode slowly to Nadalia even as the wounded pyromancer worked to make a sling for her shattered arm, only stopping a few feet from her and gazing down with a stone-faced expression. Nadalia merely looked back up at her when she finished, with the same impassive look on her own face.

"I await for you to answer me."

Wrath slowly grinned, then reached up to her bad eye and promptly dug her fingers into the socket. The only thing that betrayed her pain was how her teeth started to clench together as she pulled the ruined eyeball out with a sharp tug, then dropped it in-between them. Before it even reached the ground, it dissolved into nothing more than cinders.

"I'll help you, for now. But once we're through here? I'm going to enjoy rendering you into a greasy puddle. You got in my way, threw the first punch. So, to use one of your mortal phrases, 'Eye for an eye,' *****." she growled.

Hearing that, Sloth's relief was palpable, even as he exhaled a gusty sigh and smiled a little.

"Good. So, who's ready to assassinate a crooked politician?" he asked.

Neuromancer · Mar 2, 2016

A Trashcan
Furtive Souffle | Trashcan of Chaos | [color=5B9C64]The Chosen Undead[/color]

Every being, once conceived, likes to believe it has a purpose. Now, mind you, not every purpose need be a happy or pleasant one. For example, all the chickens used for the buckets Americans seem to love eating out off are genetically modified from birth to give maximum meat. while other things considered superfluous, like say, feathers, are thrown out of the window. What little time they spend alive is only to grow fatter, and once they reach company standards, they are taken to the slaughterhouse to be prepped for consumption.

This is as it should be. It's what was degreed to be their purpose.

The same applies to souffles. Of course, the more perceptive and able-minded individuals will likely eventually figure out that souffles, in fact, aren't living beings. And it just so happens that they are correct. But that does not mean that the souffle isn't conceived for a purpose.

And that purpose most certainly was not to be thrown in the trash! But that was this poor souffle's fate, denied of its purpose by the furious scream of a being incomprehensible to most. It was pretty bitter. And given that the trash can was empty, pretty lonely also.

If, you know, it could feel.

Its fate so cruelly changed into rotting in here, crushed by trash that was to come -and perhaps more creations like it-, waiting to be thrown out.

If, you know, it had a sense of time.

But then something happened. Something that the souffle could never have predicted.

Because, you know, souffles don't think.

The very being that denined it purpose violently trashed through the room. The anger the poor little souffle was feeling at the moment was surely easy to imagine.

Because it's non-existent.

But Eddie carelessly crashing through the apartment created an opportunity, for the hole he made in the ground was quite close to the trash can, which was left quite shaken from the encounter. And so, if it could, the little souffle would bide its time, waiting for the stars to align, so that the trash can fell into the chasm, and the souffle was released from the prison that held it in place.

If, you know, it was alive.

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Denver, Colorado - Some Building
[color=5B9C64]Eddie The Dead[/color] | [color=CC8899]/a/non[/color] | [color=BA0025]Harem Tropes[/color] | Shielded Minibot | Little *****

[color=CC8899]"That rocked, Mister... Eddie."[/color] said the aspiring 4channer as she smacked his butt, a move that couldn't help but make Eddie chuckle.

[color=5B9C64]"Hah!"[/color] he exclaimed, [color=5B9C64]"Feels good to be finally recognized!"[/color] Of course, the fact that Eddie randmly happened to land on that guy and that it was just by pure chance that he didn't land on the elegant/tg/entlewoman here did not bear mentioning. As Eddie was taking a look 'round the room, seeing how utterly passe it looked, the young /v/irgin had gotten to work, carrying her tasteless anime ectroma with her into waht looked like a projector room, but as soon as he was about to follow after them, another voice was heard.

"I'd ask if I should be worried about what I'm seeing, but I've learned over recent days with these people that asking questions like that is a moot point." [color=5B9C64]Well, that was a wordy start.[/color] "Usually the answer is "yes, but get over it and keep moving."" [color=5B9C64] Uh huh, most intriguing. please, do go on. [/color] "So with this looking like the scene of a cheap horror movie,"[color=5B9C64] How dare you! This looks much better than any B-movie your grandmother starred in![/color] "and a viscous brawl ready to break out in the streets outside, I do have a different question to ask." She said, walking up to Eddie and extending a hand. "What's your name, why are you here, and please tell me your not going to make today any more difficult?"

Eddie stared at the young thesaurus, not answering. There was something different about this one. He could not quite place what, though. He stared on and on, the silence growing even more awkward as he did, not helped by his rather piercing glare.

[color=5B9C64]"Ah!"[/color] he finally exclaimed upon figuring it out, [color=5B9C64]"A Gundam!"[/color] he shook her hand with a firm grip, [color=5B9C64]"To answer your questions: I'm looking for a pastry shop, that depends solely on mortals like you, and the name's Eddie.[/color]

And then, as though tempting fate, another voice was heard. A snobby, bratty voice: "So much for subtlety"

At the moment the words reached his ears, a wide, toothy grin appeared on Eddie's face.
[color=5B9C64]"Yeah?"[/color] he said as he started to turn around,
[color=5B9C64]"so much for being a little bi-"[/color]

Now, Eddie could have finished that insult, but the sight before his eyes overwhelmed him, and so he burst out laughing instead. The hair, the outfit, everything about this shitty brat here screamed "Please acknowledge my existence!" It screamed it on top of his utterly despicable taste in clothing, which was itself on top of his not-so-subtle-either entrance.

In the hour he had spent in this universe, Eddie had encountered many pathetic excuses of sentient beings, but not single one of them even came remotely close to this emo-trash teenage sissyboy.

[color=5B9C64]"You know this kid?"[/color] he turned back to the Gundam, his grin wider than ever. Unfortunately for the Megazord, the pseudo-emo's grand entrance seemed to have tipped a certain unbalanced waste storage device, and before the fledging AT-AT could answer a trashcan landed on its head,a ruined souffle launching from inside straight at Eddie. [color=5B9C64]"Oh, sweet.[/color] he flatly stated as he caught it. Frankly, he'd seen better-looking souffles coming out as shits, but that didn't really phase the old Demi-God. So, he had a taste of it with his finger. [color=5B9C64]"This is terrible!"[/color] he welped as he flinched, the taste assaulting his taste buds like a religious fanatic attacking an unbeliever. He briefly considered tossing it away, but then a much, much better idea came to mind.

[color=5B9C64]"Hey, Mazinger, wanna see something funny?"[/color] he said, beconing the AT-ST to follow him into the recorder room. In there, the approached the High Society wannabe, who was standing around doing absolutely nothing next to the slutty snakegirl, who was excused because she was having 'nam flashbacks.

[color=5B9C64]"Oi kiddo, aren't you too young to be trying to look like a neo-liberal fuckboy?"[/color] he loomed closer, towering over the halfbreed, [color=5B9C64]"Didn't your parents teach you to show respect to your elders? Though given you look like a belieber reject some parenting you had. So, out of respect for your youth and the mentally impaired peanut of a brain in your head, I'll be merciful and forget you exist."[/color] he held the ruined souffle in front of the kid, [color=5B9C64]"We clear?"[/color] and shoved it right in his face. [color=5B9C64]"Good!"[/color] he chuckled and walked away, apathetic to whatever childish remarks the angsty teenager had in store for him.

[color=5B9C64]"What'd I say, pretty funny, eh?"[/color] he shrugged smugly at the Starscream and turned to the amateur /pol/lack, who seemed to be finishing up whatever she was doing, [color=5B9C64]"This PoS computer got net access? I wanna google search the nearest pastry shop."[/color]

Generic NPC 22 · Mar 2, 2016

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It seemed that Helmuth von Moltke's often misquoted phrase "No plan of operations extends with certainty beyond the first encounter with the enemy's main strength" was alive and doing quite well for itself. It was only through the providence of blind and dumb luck that Katya Rostikova and Miia the Lamia had managed to not only survive an encounter with a guard that was immune to Miia's bustacular wiles but had also managed to infiltrate a nigh impregnable room that housed the Tech Support Specialist and Lover of Boob's objective. This was due mostly to the timely intervention of the Grey Constellation of Scars known as Eddie the Dead. While this brought only feelings of appreciation from the Young Hacker turned Heroine, as demonstrated by a smack on Eddie's presumably pock marked but well muscled ass, it turned Katya's recent partner into a near catatonic wreck.

"[color=5B9C64]Hah! Feels good to be finally recognized![/color]" Boomed the Luck Luck's Devilish Dude before he wandered off to do whatever it was that One Ton Over Muscled Fun did after landing on top of what used to be a living breathing human being... which was probably a good thing considering Katya had no idea if a smack on the ass would have been some sort of ritualized mating signal to Eddie the Dead.

With her body fully healed from the beating that she'd been on the receiving end of, the Rising Dawn's Augmented Ass Grabber turned to the task of moving Miia out of harms way, which included a rather overly dressed Icarus, who in a failed attempt to blend in had opted to wear a rather ridiculously ornate white jacket.

"So much for subtlety." The Demi-Dick said made his presence known with a comment regarding Eddie's entrance.

"[color=CC8899]So much for Team Work, Dick-arus. Thanks for the assist... #gentleman.[/color]" The Young Hacker retorted as she passed the trench coated idiot. If he was in the room the entire time, he could have assisted the two women with the guard rather than having Katya resort to the tactic that she had to resort to.

"[color=BA0025][small]The horror .. .. . the horror.. . . [/small][/color]" Miia's voice came out in weak whispers near Katya's ears.

"[color=CC8899][small]Shhhhh. It's okay Miia. It's all over. You're safe now.[/small][/color]" The normally outrageous otaku whispered back uncharacteristically. While it was true that the Boobage Obsessed Babe was not typically the sort of person who would act sweet and concerned, the mental, emotional and physcial suffering of those undeserving of said suffering did tap into a special place in Katya's heart. Having been on the receiving end of calming words, the Young Woman understood their value in the process of recovery and above all creating some sort of friendly bond... which she would probably abuse later with some aggressively friendly groping... not that it was part of her plan at the moment but just sayin... it's Katya for crying out loud!

Looking for a spot to place the Shocked Snake Girl, Katya looked around for the Cardboard box that had been in the hallway before spotting it farther down the hallway, having probably been knocked in that direction by Eddie's landing. Instead, Katya Rostikova entered the nearly destroyed room and sat down cross-legged in front of the Projector's Computer Terminal and placed Miia's head on her lap, her hands stroking the pink hair as another pair of matte black arms erupted from the top of Katya's shoulders and began dancing across the keyboard.

Seconds later the video being projected out into the square changed and was replaced by Katya's spliced video.

Go Forth and Protect! said:
"mY FELL-ow Coloradans! May-or walTer Wite oF NEw MEXiCO haS orDERred hiS TRooPs TO OuR BoRDer! Ass You-r SUPER-EEm LEE-DER, I orDER yoo to wa-LK to the BoRDer and DEF-end the Neo Vega REPuBLIC!"

While it might have been nice to be able to see the Mob of Angry Dendrophobic Zombies stop their assault against the poor tree before walking off to defend their Motherland, the sharp ears of Katya Rostikova was able to pick up the sounds of the Mob of Angry Dendrophobic Zombies stopping their assault against the poor tree before walking off to defend their Motherland.

"[color=CC8899](Holy Shit! It actually worked!)[/color]" The Surprised Future Stalker of Nina Zaczoltski thought to herself as she started attempting to penetrate Denver's Central Media Hub. If she could upload her spliced video to the Media Server, she could have it pushed out to all the other projectors all at once and get the civilians out of the way of what was going to be a rather chaotic and bloody fight, given what Katya was witnessing on the city's traffic camera network.

"HEADS UP! LAW ENFORCEMENT IN-BOUND! SCATTER, RE-GROUP ON ANOTHER MOB AND DON'T ENGAGE! Last thing we need is half the PD coming down on us! Double time people!" David West's voice drifted in through the rather large hole in the wall caused by Eddie's entrance.

"[color=CC8899]No. No. No.[/color]" The Furiously Keyboard Fingering Katya muttered as Denver's own IT specialists started detecting her hack. If she stopped now, it was more than likely that she'd have to go to every single projector, remove it from the network and upload her video to the local terminal. It would take more time than the Crew Members of the Rising Dawn had.

Standing up suddenly, and forgetting that Miia's had been resting on Katya's lap though luckily a 3rd pair of hands reached out and caught the Snake Girl's head before it bounced off the hard wooden floor, the Young Hacker Heroine ran to the window and looked for the Irish Sniper, hoping to plead for some time to finish her hack. Instead of the Sniper however, she was greeted by the sight of Mister Pumpkin Head himself, Ryan Wheatley, talking to the girl that had been loitering around the entrance to the Casa de la Renta apartment building.

"[color=CC8899]HEY RYAN! COULD I INTERRUPT YOUR HAREM MEMBERSHIP INTERVIEW AND HAVE YOU DO ME A SOLID? COULD YOU GRAB DAVID FOR ME?! I NEED SOMEONE TO RUN INTERFERENCE WHILE I FINISH THIS HACK OR ELSE WE'RE GOING TO BE ASS DEEP IN VEGA CONSTITUENTS![/color]" The cutesie Computer Compromiser called out before spotting Nina, her face easing into one of mock concern, "[color=CC8899]Run... run while you still can... you're too good for him, he doesn't deserve you.[/color]"

Hoping that the Harem Magnate would assist Katya with her plan, the Rising Dawn's Network Port Penetrator went to work on delivering a payload that would knock the socks off of those white hats. Once inside the Primary Media Hub, the script would remove the server from the domain, remove all accounts except for Katya's administrative account and remove any and all USB, Keyboard and Mouse driver files before pushing her Spliced Footage out to the masses. As she completed typing out her script while stroking Miia's soft hair, a rather large and imposing shadow loomed over her.

"[color=5B9C64]This PoS computer got net access? I wanna google search the nearest pastry shop.[/color]" Eddie the Muffin Muncher asked as Katya finally bypassed the last layer of the network security, her files starting to upload to the server.

"[color=CC8899]Uhhh... sure... yeah... Just let this script and file finish uploading and then it's all yours Big Grey.[/color] The Rising Dawn's Game Port Pirate said as she made room for Eddie to sit down, the upload taking its sweet ass time, causing the Gamer Girl to mutter, "[color=CC8899]Jesus... did they subcontract their internet to Greece or something?[/color]"

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Death's Demi-Goddess was silent as Anjali dressed herself. Facing the door, the young looking woman made sure that the two of them remained alone while the Serpentine Siren donned the strange clothing. Turning to check on the status of her charge, Rory Mercury noted that Anjali, who had once appeared to be taller than the Demi-Goddess, was actually a little shorter, a slight comfort given that the Formerly Muddy Fury was much more endowed in other aspects. Seeing Anajali in the uniform, the Dark Haired Demi-Goddess of Death was reminded of her time spent wearing the uniform of the SDF. The stiff and starchy clothing did little except hamper her movements compared to uniform of her office.

Thinking about those days spent with the Japanese Self Defense Force brought other memories to mind as well as concerns. She wondered how her Apostle, Tyuule... was it Tyuule? Tyuule, the former Queen of the Warrior Bunnies had been one of the primary culprits behind the war that had occurred between the Empire and the JSDF. She had caused much in the way of chaos before her timely death at the hands of Prince Zorzal. She would have fit as an Apostle of Emloy or Hardy but not Rory. Something about that choice in apostles didn't sit right with the former Goddess of Love and yet, she remembered Tyuule wearing the Robes of Rory's chosen Priestess.

"Naamah." Rory addressed the sentient historian masquerading as clothing, "When we have a moment. I need to talk to you about my memories. They... seem wrong. Is this something that you can help me with?" Rory asked as Anjali put on Eddie jacket.

Pausing for a moment, the Non-Lamia Snake Girl addressed Rory's previous question.

"...I do not know. I awoke in a swamp, dirty, but at least not rotten, unlike my dress. I walked around a bit, then found a ... portal? Something like that, it just looked like a shimmer. I went through it, and arrived here, at the well. It seemed something called me here. I have ... I don't know, weird sensations when talking to you, and Eddie. Like something is whirling inside of me ..."

The answer was somewhat confusing but probably because Anjali herself was confused, not only of her new status as a member of the undead but her surrounding as well. It was somewhat reminiscent of Rory's own recent arrival. Having paused long enough to answer Rory's question, the slightly shorter than average amazon passed the Gothic Lolita and entered the corridor, her path taking her back towards the Canteen.

"I would think this just a phantasm, but then, I am ... undead now. So I do not know. I would like to learn more about this place, about what it is, and why people arrive here ..." Anjali added as she walked.

"When I first arrived, I could hardly believe that such a vehicle... such a place existed. I had been to this world once... but that was many, many years ago. Rory stated as she walked next to Anjali, "This Airship itself is strange as it has become nexus for the arrival of new comers to this world. Eddie and Myself are but two of the most recent arrivals. From what I have been told, there are others who have come before us and other who have left. Given this information, I would think that this vessel is device for divine intercession of the Gods of this world... or their plaything."

Having once been among their number, either case seemed like something that Gods would do. In her world, the Apostles were the ones who acted upon their patron's behalf. They inspired those who had promise and eliminated those who threatened the balance of the Special Region.

Passing through the doors of the Canteen, the two were greeted by the sight of a minimal number of guests, who counted two children among their members. One of the children, the girl who went by the name of Ruby could only stare at Anjali in horror as she entered.

"Young one, is that any way to treat a new visitor to this ship?" Rory asked teasingly grabbing Ruby's attention.

"Nu... no Miss Mercury. But... her clothing... it's just so horrible on her!" The young magician said as she looked Anjali up and down, "That shirt is too tight in the bust and she doesn't like the feel of the material. You can tell because she moves like she's trying to avoid touching it! Can I help her... please?" Ruby asked the Demi-Goddess who looked at Anjali in turn.

"Well, Anjali, would you be averse to having Ruby help you?"

bluerocker · Mar 3, 2016

Brainwashed Mob No. 1: Caim, Angelus

Angelus glanced over the scene with a snarl on her face. The bondage of the humans was far too reminiscent of her own, and it only reinforced some of the nastier thoughts that she had about humans prior to engaging with her current allies now. Another detail she noticed was the singular guard, doing naught but reading some simple book and not paying much attention. That could be an opportunity for exploitation, and it was at that point when she noticed Caim twitching at her mind,

"So I take it you don't want to charge in?"
"Hardly. The skirmish risks too much. However, I think I know how to indulge you. Go behind the tent with the guard, and draw him away. Once he's out of sight, I'll go and start releasing the captives. Try not to make a messy scene if you can- it may draw more."
"So I'm to be an assassin. Whatever. I'll signal you when I have him in my sights."

With that, the mute swordsman snuck off from his hiding place, darting around the backs of the tents until he reached the particular one with the guard on the other end. Turning his attention to the Wheel for a brief moment, Caim pulled out Knight's Vow [http://lparchive.org/Drakengard/Update%2005/24-weapan26.jpg] and slapped it on the ground, creating a harsh slapping noise in the air (and with all hopes, to bring forth the guard).

Brainwashed Mob No. 3: Teri, Garm

Taking in the crowd and the situation, Teri glanced around quickly before spotting a building with a fire escape. Waving Garm over, the duo hurried behind the building before the Cleric started discussing her plans, [color=0e59e4]"Alright, so I have an idea, but I need your help, Garm."[/color]
[color=356D60]"Of course, Tear-ri. What do you need?"[/color]

Grabbing an arrow from her quiver, the Cleric drew a couple images in the dirt and pointed, showing a box, two circles, and then a big squiggly circle, [color=0e59e4]"So here's what I have in mind. this box here is the building we're behind right now. This is us, and that's the crowd. We need to destroy that ipod to stop the signal from controlling those people, and there's no way in hell I can get too close to it; that Negative Energy is... whooboy. It's not very good, to put it lightly. So I was thinking that you could try to herd the crowd away from there, and that could give me a clear shot to the machine. Kill the signal, crowd is free. Of course, I need you to NOT hurt any of the civilians. Can you do that, buddy?"[/color]

The wolf paused at that thought, and gave a little whine, [color=356D60]"I think I can, but it's gonna be hard by myself. Usually I'd work with a pack to get a herd moving, especially if we were hunting something-"[/color]

It was at that moment that the Cleric's face lit up, and she hugged her wolf companion, [color=0E59e4]"Of course! Garm, you're brilliant!"[/color]
[color=356D60]"I... I am?"[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"Yeah, I'm gonna call some help, and they can help you. Trust me."[/color]

With a quick grin, the Cleric scanned the building they were near and saw a fire escape on the side of the building they were hiding behind. After a few moments of shimmying up the ladder and a couple flights of the stairs [footnote]MATH TIME (oh how we ~~hate~~ love) it. So, Summon Monster 4, which operates like Summon monster 1 for the purposes of casting requirements, has a range of 25 ft + 5 for every 2 levels the caster has. So, in this case, because Teri is a caster level of 8, she has a range of 25 + 20 (because 8/2 is 4, multiplying that by the 5 granted as a bonus) equaling to 45 ft or 13.716 meters for you metric users. So this, plus some very appreciated assistance from a friend, we were able to determine that, on account of the average storey of a building is 10 feet (or 3 m), that "31.82 (9.698736/aprox 9.7 m) feet would be the perfect height for the third floor fire escape landing and that a range of 45 feet gives the ideal distance of 31.82 feet (It forms a 45 x 45 x 90 degree triangle)". Hooray friends who are good at math + trigonometry! [/footnote] , the Cleric began her casting, and pointed downwards. Where she pointed, a trio of noble looking Huskies appeared down by Garm's side. Once they appeared, the wolf gestured to the group and the quartet began to move towards the crowd. In the meantime, the Cleric shook a few drops of water onto her bow and began another incantation...

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Oh look, spellcasting shit. Anyways, Teri casts Summon Monster 4 [http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/summonMonsterIV.htm] to call 1d4+1 (which rolled a 3) of Celestial [http://www.d20srd.org/srd/monsters/celestialCreature.htm] Riding Dogs [http://www.d20srd.org/srd/monsters/dogRiding.htm], as per the allowance of lower level creatures listed in the rules. The Huskies will stick around for 8 rounds, or 48 seconds.

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She also casts Frost Weapon [http://dnd.arkalseif.info/spells/frostburn--68/frost-weapon--1312/] on Bow!Sadei to give her shot a bit of extra oomph. This will also last for 48 seconds. 30 seconds till next 4th level spell 12 seconds till next 2nd level spell.

Brainwashed Mob No. 4: Batter, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg

While the duo would have preferred to stay high in the sky, the fact that the speakers were strapped to some of the civilians in the crowd made things... Well, frankly, difficult. Cadolbolg sent a mental image of attempting a sort of chain lightning deal between the civilians in order to short circuit the machines to his pact partner, only to hear a chide from Ton Ton, [color=15650D]"Cadolbolg, that could hurt them really badly. If anything, we're gonna need to be sneaky... I have an idea - since we're small, let's try to hide out around their toes, and go from there?"[/color]
"Uuugh, I don't walk very well... But, I guess it's worth a shot."
[color=15650D]"Good, now let's touch down a little away from the crowd."[/color]

After their landing, the duo started edging towards the feet of the crowd, Ton Ton bearing his knife and Cadolbolg with knife at the ready. With a solemn nod between the duo, they began to wade in...

The Rising Dawn: Bar Luke, Farber, Ruby, Rory, Anjali, Namaah

Upon being asked to explain the Internet, Luke frowned slightly before looking at the Ish up and down, doing a quick mental summation about what he believed was the young boy's familiarity with modern technology - which he guessed was none. Thinking for another moment, the bartender began to speak, [color=eca222]"I suppose the best way to describe the internet is to start with a computer. A computer is a machine that is created to process information much much faster than the average person can. People can put in information into these machines, store them, and then access it later at any given time, very much like a library; but much more compact. So, when you connect a bunch of these "libraries" together, you achieve a network of information that can be accessed at many different points. Now, a webpage is similar to what a computer's "library" is, except that these places of information are stored on this network, rather than simply being on the computer itself. And these different webpages can have a multitude of uses - think like a VERY large city; you have webpages for buying and selling things, you have webpages for discussion, you have webpages for children and webpages for adults, the possibilities are nearly endless. Now, as for your answer, Ms. Ruby, I think it would depend upon whether you're looking for a legitimate service of anime streaming, or a back alley place, so to speak. [/color]

However, Luke had noticed that with the change in attention towards those who had entered the Canteen, that some of his more recent stressors had just walked in. Another drink sure was sounding nice at the moment...but perhaps that would be bad for his cover. Instead, the bartender attempted his standard expression for patrons, a soft smile - just enough to feign interest in potential patrons, while disarming in it's simplicity; before offering, [color=eca222]"Welcome, can I get you anything?"[/color]

Silence · Mar 3, 2016

Rory, who seemed to have some similarities to Eddie despite ... pretty much everything being different about her, explained Anjali more as they walked towards the canteen. Now that she did not hold Eddie's coat tightly together, so as to cover herself as much as possible, Anjali noticed how its fringe dragged along the floor, swiping dust along the way. Eddie had been scarily big, but he still was the one she had gotten the most answers from. At least Rory seemed to have some insight as well.

"When I first arrived, I could hardly believe that such a vehicle... such a place existed. I had been to this world once... but that was many, many years ago." Rory stated as she walked next to Anjali. So I'm not alone in my confusion. "This Airship itself is strange as it has become nexus for the arrival of new comers to this world. Eddie and Myself are but two of the most recent arrivals. From what I have been told, there are others who have come before us and other who have left." So I could probably go back ... but where to? I don't know what happened on my world while I was ... dead. And it feels like I should be here, in this world. "Given this information, I would think that this vessel is device for divine intercession of the Gods of this world... or their plaything."

Something inside of Anjali whirled. Is this somehow connected to me? I don't understand... "I hope there iss a reason for thiss." she said, instead. "It feels like ssomething insside of me wantss to know ..."

Eddie would have given her more answers, she felt. Only, Eddie seemed to have left for some reason. He had not waited outside, and he wasn't in the canteen either.

Instead, there were kids. Not really what she had expected. Although she was not really sure what she had expected. One of them looked from a different race, the other one looked normal ... aside from staring at her in horror. Anjali would have turned red if she had been able to. She tried giving a smile to the little girl, hoping it might comfort her.

Luckily, Rory intervened, again: "Young one, is that any way to treat a new visitor to this ship?" It's not worse than how I was greeted first ... Anjali thought, and was about to answer, when Ruby explained herself, in a way that actually made Anjali smile.

"Nu... no Miss Mercury. But... her clothing... it's just so horrible on her!" The young magician said as she looked Anjali up and down, "That shirt is too tight in the bust and she doesn't like the feel of the material. You can tell because she moves like she's trying to avoid touching it! Can I help her... please?"

Someone has very keen eyes. And she does not seem to be afraid of me after all. Oh, thank the gods. Rory spoke again: ""Well, Anjali, would you be averse to having Ruby help you?"

"No, I would be glad if sshe would help me ..." Anjali started answering to Rory, then realized it was kinda rude to speak about Ruby while she listened. So she turned to her and gave a big smile. "I would be honored if you would help me. You have obsserved me pretty well. Can you ... do ssomething about my attire?"

Before she could think about what more to say, another person chimed in, apparently the ... innkeeper, or whatever he was. [color=eca222]"Welcome, can I get you anything?"[/color]
Anjali smiled towards him as well, feeling like she was in good hands, and wanted to say: "No, I am quite fine, thanks." Only, this was not what came out of her mouth. What came out of her mouth was: "[strong]F[/strong]l[small]e[/small]e[sub]e[/sub]s[small]s[/small]s[small]h[/small][sub]h[small]h[/small][/sub] ..."

She immediately put one hand before her mouth, nearly slapping herself. "I am ssssssorry ..." she stuttered. "... I did not mean to ssay thissss ... I ..." Not knowing what more to say, and feeling extremely awkward, Anjali fell silent.

NotYetForsaken · Mar 4, 2016

Solyi i Yis o'hammildilgaeshgor[footnote]Lit. The Daughter of the One that resides within the black pleasant dream. o'hammildilgaeshgor = euphonic contraction of O hammildere kaash kor[/footnote]
Location: Canteen | Rising Dawn
The Father left more than scars upon his Daughter

ader solyi Naamah

"Memories are a terrible thing," Naamah said softly. Her voice was serious and her manner seemed dire. "It is under my purview, yes, but what I show you may not be what you seek. For it is often indeed the opposite." There was a pause. Naamah's body tensed up for a few seconds and relaxed. The stars within her skin swirled and deepened from their brilliant green to a calmer blue. At the same time her voice grew deeper and more mature. The very nature of her being seemed to metamorphose in front of Rory's eyes.

"You are compatible with me." Fatima said. Her voice stoic and cold, as if she had suddenly grown infinitely distant. "If it is so wished, I can show you anything that has occurred to you, or will occur to you Ms. Rory Mercury."

There was another long pause, it was an uncomfortable silence. Tense and uneasy.

Then Fatima spoke again, "There is danger in doing so though, O Apostle of Emloy, should you reach out and attempt to reconcile reality and your memory, both will be annihilated. Such is the law of causality that binds my prophetic eyes. These same eyes that great Tiresias held blind, and with them saw all futures and all pasts.

I beseech you, who are of an age that is equal to young gods, seek first to forget your memories. Only then under your own heart's desire do I allow you to throw yourself into the darkness that I possess in order to see your past.

Then there, I again will beseech you, fine daughter of the world, to not look into your future and only within the time that has already passed. Do not look into what will pass or what might have passed. Yearn not for the world seen either, lest you be forever captured by the law of causality and be thrown into that dark prison within."

The shimmering of Naamah's skin then mellowed. There was no longer that terrible air about the small creature. "Best be though that you remember by your sameself. My eyes are the eyes of truth - and so rarely is the truth a desirable reality."

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Broken Doll
Location: Denver | Colorado
Swift Slaughter

The First Lieutenant

The clamor stopped behind me, so I turned back to give a glance. Sloth stood closer toward me, about halfway inbetween, but The Iron Queen and Wrath were far off. They had squared off against each other, and with eyes of venom kept vigil on one another's actions. I did not stop.

My feet hit the asphalt in a satisfying rhythm. The ground was the very drum that heralded my arrival. Bolverk felt warm to my touch, humming at my fingers. The souls within cried in anguish and nothing more could have made my maiden's heart more euphoric.

I was nearing a turn when a fleet of enforcement cruisers came bearing down on me. Their sirens blared over the once-calm air. Their light flashed brilliant reds and blues against the brick buildings that lined the street. I could only smile. They were well-armored cars, strong and durable. Yet no thing could stand against my White Guns. I held up Bolverk to either side of me and pulled his triggers.

They lit up, the soft thrum of their recoil-less discharge made my muscles itch gently. Their shells tore through the very instance of being itself and made themselves reality within the engines of the vehicles. The first police van was consumed in a plume of flame - the gasoline within instantly vaporizing and combusting from Bolverk's strength. The armored van flipped through the air and crashed into the road on it's back, spinning out and smashing into a street lamp. Three more followed it's lead. Then soon the road was blocked and the police fleet was forced to stop before the makeshift barricade of their compatriot's burning corpses.

I stood a distance away, Bolverk hanging gently to my sides. They still hummed with anticipation. Weapons loved being used. I obliged.

I held up the twin guns and opened fired while I walked forward. The police, cyborg or human, exploded from within. I severed arm from shoulder and leg from waist. I painted the road until the pitch was running red with blood. I left none dead that I could manage. I left them mutilated, in pain, and suffering. But none did I kill outright. There were no such luxuries for those lambs offered to me in slaughter.

My name is Dolores. It means she who is pain. "Dolore sum," I said. The words clung to the air as a fine white mist. "this is my place, da ze." I am not the one suffering, no, I am the coming of suffering. That is what my father saw. I am a burden, a plague, a bother. I am a weapon, an undesirable. But above all else, I am. Interficio ergo sum.

More cars swept over the carnage. The units piled out and started to wield their own arms against me.

Yet my eyes, blue against this dreary sky, could see the way that they would die. Once again I readied Bolverk and let loose a barrage of yellow flame to burn away their great disdain. Burn, O sons and daughters of faithless sires, within my deadly rain.

In time I began to advance into the fires that burned from the remains of the cars. The groans from human officers and the unnatural silence of dismantled cyborgs welcomed my advance. And as more came, more I lay to waste.

Orinon · Mar 4, 2016

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"[color=CC8899]So much for Team Work, Dick-arus. Thanks for the assist... #gentleman.[/color]

"I was trying to get in but I wasn't watching the whole time by the time I saw what was happening you.... dealt with it,.
Icarus sighed and to make up for it silently swore he would protect Katya, following her he got a horrifying view as another pair of matte black arms erupted from the top of Katya's shoulders and began dancing across the keyboard.

"HEADS UP! LAW ENFORCEMENT IN-BOUND! SCATTER, RE-GROUP ON ANOTHER MOB AND DON'T ENGAGE! Last thing we need is half the PD coming down on us! Double time people!" David West's voice drifted in through the rather large hole in the wall caused by Eddie's entrance.
Icarus took hi place in the doorway sword in Hand "

"[color=CC8899]No. No. No.[/color]" Icarus could sense Katya was tense ""Hey Katya I know I maybe could have said this earlier but i have a powerful Device that handheld of mine, the one you tried to mess with, If it'll help .... you can use it."

He said this rather softly, so it was no surprise when she didn't respond and instead stood up stood over the window and called out to someone

"[color=CC8899]HEY RYAN! COULD I INTERRUPT YOUR HAREM MEMBERSHIP INTERVIEW AND HAVE YOU DO ME A SOLID? COULD YOU GRAB DAVID FOR ME?! I NEED SOMEONE TO RUN INTERFERENCE WHILE I FINISH THIS HACK OR ELSE WE'RE GOING TO BE ASS DEEP IN VEGA CONSTITUENTS![/color]

Icarus Set down his handheld for her to use any private information was literally locked from any access then took a defensive position in front of the girls. His right hand turning into the large gauntlet summoning the Twilight Dragon.
"Katya, Miia, I swear I won;t let anyone hurt you he half turned his head offering the two a sincere smile

Icarus smirked he could feel his partner was excited the black metal glistened in the light the gemstone glittered
"You seem pumped up" he told his Partner
"This is our First battle Together, it has been so long, I am eager to feel the thrill of battle once more. judging by your capabilities you should be able to overcome them if you utilize the bottleneck of the building."

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