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

Kalastryn · Mar 7, 2016

Capitol Building Compound: Kalastryn, Dream

Too bad you didn't tell any of them to try and get a peek inside the building.
I could have, but the reactions to having seen the eyes tells me they aren't completely ignoring them... 13? At least one of them must not be so apathetic."
Heh, guess it's good it wasn't spotted in the door then, otherwise we probably would have kicked a hornet's nest.
I can't say we haven't, simply that the immediate reaction wasn't as terrible as expected. If one of the eyes was broken, someone might know we're here... and it would have made an attempt to avoid being struck if it saw it's assailant... with 360 degrees of vision.
...We aren't the only person who can't be seen right now, are we? That's not lasting much longer either, time to go.

And so she did. Making sure to keep as low to the surface of the rooftops as possible, Kala quickly ran, jumped, and glided over to a different rooftop. After all, even if she hadn't been seen, had any of the cyborgs been particularly observant seeing 13 of their visual "anomalies" converge at the same time up atop the same rooftop would probably raise a red flag. She had also chosen to move away from the capitol building instead of going forward... after all, despite seeing pretty much the entire exterior of the complex and having a rather familiarized map of the place in her mind... Dream looks no different from another agent at the moment, and so as far as Kala had seen, she would have been alone moving forward. Once she had gotten herself fairly hidden, lying prone against the concrete roofing and behind the doorway to an interior stairwell, she used her ring to send out another message to the others.

Kalastryn said:
"I think I've gotten a good idea of where things are around the capitol building. On top of the cyborgs and tanks I mentioned before, I feel it safe to assume they have additional troops hidden with cloaking devices. I'm not exactly feeling comfortable being alone here with that deduction, where is everyone?"

With that however, two things happened simultaneously. Kalastryn's invisibility had worn off now, and that meant something else that could potentially be rather terrible. Having cast another spell since misleading the officer who gave her an escort here, she was without saying not concentrating on keeping the illusionary clone she had left with him in functioning. If it hadn't been out of his sight at this time, he would know something was up...

because it was now![footnote]What I mean by this is of course, you would probably question everything you've done for a person if they, you know, ceased to exist right in front of your eyes! Hopefully they were already finished with their time together... the less said about that, the better.[/footnote]

Denver - Civilian mob No. 6: ARES, Katya, Icarus, Miia, Dolores, Ryan, David West, Nina and Phillip, Dr. Insaneo, Eddie

ARES was in brief state of shock. Not the kind that Miia was in thank goodness, but nonetheless surprised beyond most reason that Eddie had fallen from the sky, crushed a man to death (not that he was in better shape prior to Eddie's "landing") berated Icarus while seemingly attempting to get her in on his ridicule (though they did have to give the angel credit for his self control in dropping the issue, and his chivalry... whether or not it was possibly necessary) all in pursuit of sweets!?

Even though I was only making small talk, I was right. I'm going to take my own advice. ARES thought, of course in reference to telling Eddie what they had learned insofar as questioning what the Rising Dawn and the unusual events surrounding them. They did actually try to get a word in though.

"I take it from the names you gave me you figured out I'm mechanical. How did you guess? My name is ARES 35, but most people I've met around here drop the designation from my name. No I don't know him, and with all due respect- ARES paused for a moment. Icarus had apparently just been on the receiving end of his evidently short fuse. Would he be so sparing to a machine? They did not want to find out. this scene here tells me it is a good idea to stay out of your way. I'll do more than that." ARES said, rather wisely redacting the statement they had originally planned on. A moment passed, and ARES went entirely motionless, a small shimmer repeatedly flashing across their pupils. "The nearest bakery is a few blocks northwest of here on Champa street.[footnote]Hooray for having a computer for a brain![/footnote] It's not currently open though." They said, before almost comically looking at the hole in the roof. "But then, it appears you don't have many issues with breaking and entering. Do with that information what you will." The artificial intellectual stated, before finally addressing someone else's problem.

Walking over to Miia and kneeling over they started talking again. "Look, I'm NOT leaving you, but you've got to get up. I understand this sort of thing is frightening... hell, if I had one, even I would probably have had a heart attack from something like that." ARES said, reaching out and wiping the blood off Miia's chin. "I'm admitting this taking into account I was built for this kind of situation..." ARES blinked at that statement, they were built for what? With a sigh, they dropped the overly sympathetic routine down a notch. "Who am I kidding? No, no I was not. I honestly would consider anyone who considers this alright as a routine scenario out of their damn minds. Would you believe me if I told you this is a step up from my previous position though? ARES asked, completely deadpan and serious, trying to take Miia's attention at least halfway off of what she just witnessed.

"I was actually made for the express purpose of going to war, and probably getting thrown under the bus, on behalf of someone else who looks like me. I was even programmed to make myself as convincing a decoy as possible, and even put myself in harm's way if someone was about to get hurt, so they didn't. Worst part? I could never even gripe about it. Most of the time, I was even ordered not to speak unless replying to someone else. In my position, that was probably the worst of it." ARES said, scratching the back of their head.

"This is a conversation for another time, if the police are on their way we... don't want to be here when they are. Like I said before, I'm not leaving you like this, so get up or tell me right now if you need me to carry you."

Neuromancer · Mar 11, 2016

[color=CC8899]"Jesus... did they subcontract their internet to Greece or something?"[/color]

[color=5B9C64]"That bad, huh?"[/color] Eddie remarked as he stared at the upload bar. It was going slow, alright, but not quite as slow as it would if it were Greek. It was a well known fact across the cosmos that Greek internet was the the worst internet in the world. Even war-torn wastelands like most of Africa and Vietnam had better net than them, and he never really understood why; perhaps it was another cosmic joke of his patron. She was fond of those.

[color=5B9C64]"Might aswell make myself comfortable then."[/color] he said and sat down on a chair, placing his feet on the desk and pulling his back against the chair. Not quite a luxurious bed, but it'd do for now.

Of course, intercosmic law dictated that your good moments be soured by uninvited pests. The boy band aspirant, ever proving himself every bit a disappointment his parents expected him to be, walked up to the girls to his side, doing his best to look badass in a BL kind of way .

"Katya, Miia, I swear I won;t let anyone hurt you "

Eddie quickly pulled his hat over his face and did his best to contain the laughter, if only because he wanted to save it for when faux-richie boy here did something stupid -a statistically high possibility-. But, damn, that stupid hillbilly smile he gave while bits and pieces of the souffle slid down the side of his face was the kind of scene Eddie was glad to be alive to witness. Having managed to properly contain himself, he pulled the hat back and turned to Katya:

[color=5B9C64]"I think he's attracted to you."[/color]

[color=CC8899]"I think I'd rather be railed by a Gardevoir ( ͡? ͜ʖ ͡?)"[/color]

"[color=5B9C64]Or maybe a Lucario! ( ͡? ͜ʖ ͡?)[/color]"

"[color=CC8899]Or that thing! ( ͡? ͜ʖ ͡?)[/color]"

He turned to see what she was refering to. Huh, a dwagon.

[color=5B9C64]"Well, someone's overcompensating."[/color] he snapped back, and they both laughed at the absurdity they just witnessed. He was starting to like this Katya gal; at the very least, her company thus far didn't make him want to strangle her, a common problem he had when it came to interacting with mortals. For you see, most mortals are so obsessed with what they hold to be true that any discussion quickly proven to be useless, especially since most are looking to 'win' arguments, not come out of them having learned something. That was one thing. The other was how an increasing amount of mortals seemed utterly obsessed with their own voice. For example, Aquarion Mars over here seemed to have been designed to assault people with words, for from the moment she opened her mouth a seemingly unending torrent of words on a wide variety of different subjects, rapidly changing between them at a moment's notice, seemingly in complete disregard to other people's say in the matter -Eddie is a law abiding citizen, thank you very much!- or their answer to the very question she asked -how did Eddie find out?- It almost felt like going through a hypothetical seminar Pride would organise, titled "Better than You", where she'd spend the next half a week monologuing.

That was not an analogy he'd like to voice with her within earshot.

[color=5B9C64]"Ya know,"[/color] he said as he straightened up, [color=5B9C64]"For someone who talks on and on about their past you don't sound like you are particularly fond of it. So why thread on it so much? Because that's what you were made to do? Fuck that, Gundam, you look intelligent enough to be able to surpass the confines of your purpose! Do you even like your name? Have you ever thought about it? My point is, sever what ties bind you and forge your own identity. Live your own life!"[/color] he shrugged, [color=5B9C64]"But whadda I know, I'm just some demi-god thug that breaks into pastry shops, amirite?"[/color]

With a grin, he turned back to the PC. He could go to that pastry shop now, but he had to admit this ragtag group of disfunctionals filled him with morbid curiosity. Maybe he'd stick around, watch Mr. Pastry make more of a fool of himself, and go back when he grew bored. He promised the kids sweets, but nobody said he had to get them immediately.

Before the Xenogear got the chance to react to him, a teleport-no-jutsu happened, and lo and behold three new people! One was a norman girl that was average in pretty much every possible way, the other was Generic Grizzled War Veteran[sup]TM[/sup] and...

Oh boy, people actually walked around wearing that unironically?!

As the shounen protagonist aspirant apologised to the Generic Grizzled War Veteran[sup]TM[/sup]. Eddie leaned close to Katya, and with a hint of annoyance whispered [color=5B9C64][small]"Narutards, narutards everywhere!"[/small][/color], before going back to observing. This was getting better and better.

By that point, the male power fantasy was solely focusing on his snakewoman, and Eddie couldn't help but think they were made for one another: Both were from shit anime that pander to the lowest common denominator, doing nothing but copy their betters, but still getting enough popularity to warrant an entire freaking franchise out of it. You really couldn't get more common ground to work with than that. And just as he thought this sight couldn't get any worse...

She opened her mouth.

[HEADING=3][color=BA0025]"I CAN'T WAKE UP!!! WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!"[/color][/HEADING]
[HEADING=2][color=BA0025]"SAVE ME!!!!!"[/color][/HEADING]

The cringe assaulted him. Physically. His face flinched to such an extend it hurt him, and he audibly gritted his teeth. Gods, he had been put through the ultra director's cut of Attack of the Clones, which featured an extra hour and half of those stupid romance scenes, and this somehow managed to eclipse that trainwreck in a fraction of a second.

[color=5B9C64]"You... wanted to know what happened... right?"[/color] Eddie said, still recovering from that assault to his brain, [color=5B9C64]"From what I gather, Snaketits and Black hat here,"[/color] he pointed to Miia and Katya respectively, [color=5B9C64]"got their arses captured by whoever the fuck you guys are up against. To show that they are irreedimably evil and help quench any sorta moral objections you may have had, the rather accomodating goons tortured our brave heroines. Then, like a bolt of divine retribution,"[/color] he was having fun with this shit, yes, [color=5B9C64]"I just so happened to land here, here being right on one of said goons. His body combusted on impact, spraying blood and gore all over the room, as you can plainly see from the spinal bone Snaketits has between her needlessly large bosom."[/color] he pointed that piece out. The mention of boobs undoubtedly got their attention. [color=5B9C64]"And then Gundam and little ***** showed up. Little *****, by his own admission, saw all the torture happen and did nothing about it, so I suppose you can blame him if your girlfriend's gonna be spending the rest of her life seeing therapists. Or maybe me. Torture's more traumatic than seeing a guy explode, right? Oh, and he also promised to keep them safe"[/color] a faint chuckle lulled over his voice for a second before moving on, [color=5B9C64]"so be careful, he may want to contest your relationship."[/color] he turned to Katya, [color=5B9C64]"Did I get it right?"[/color]

Generic NPC 22 · Mar 11, 2016

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It seemed that most of the gang was in the small projector room, which seemed especially smaller given the presence of the ghoulish High Priest of Lady Luck. Watching the completion timer count down for finish of her upload, Katya continued trying to comfort the Snake Babe with the Blue Screened Brain. Regardless of how ineffective the combined efforts of the Rising Dawn's Hacker Heroine and her crewmate, ARES-35, there was some relief in seeing Miia's eyes lock onto ARES' when the Armor Reinforced Replicant whispered a few reassuring words in the Lamia's ears. As the two worked on getting Miia's Mental Misfiring under control a shadow fell upon the trio.

"Katya, Miia, I swear I won[']t let anyone hurt you" The Angelic Half Breed stated in an unexplained one hundred and eighty degree turn from his original attitude towards her back on the Airship. Turning to the Winged White Knight, Katya opened her mouth to say something before noticing the slimy, oozing, gelatinous white substance that was creeping down his face. Closing her mouth, the Rising Dawn's Resident Computer Support Technician simply rolled her eyes at the comment made by the person who was, in her opinion, a 'Better-Late-Than-Never,' Boorish, Black Winged Blockhead before turning her attention back to the count down timer, bristling at Dick-arus' grandiose declarations of saving her from the Zombie masses.

"[color=CC8899][small]Fucking White Knights.[/small][/color]" Katya Rostikova muttered to herself as she fired off another few keystrokes aimed at obfuscating her IP address. She despised these sorts of self-righteous, sycophantic suck ups who "defended her honor" at the drop of a hat just because she was some poor innocent little lamb that was posting on a forum for the first time. Just because the young woman was minus a dick and plus a pair of tits didn't mean that she didn't have the wherewithal to take care of herself. Whether it was on BDTropes, 22Chan, Twatter... real life, these Captain Save-a-Hos were an eternal blight that did nothing more than perpetuate the misconception that all women needed to be saved from something. Case and point, despite the fact that Icarus had not only witnessed Katya taking a full on beating care of the now deceased security guard, Mister William Thompson, he'd seen Katya deal with the Rent-A-Cop prior to him being squished by Eddie the Dead's arrival.

To top that off, the Rising Dawn's Resident Drama Queen's request was simply to buy her enough time to plant the video and the virus. It was not to save her from a beat down at the hands of Bison's Bunch of Brainless Boneheads, she could do that all by herself, thank you very much.

"[color=5B9C64]I think he's attracted to you[/color]" The Brutally Legendary Eddie the Dead commented from where he had been standing.

"[color=CC8899]I think I'd rather be railed by a Gardevoir ( ͡? ͜ʖ ͡?)[/color]" The Slightly Disgusted Digital Damsel not in Distress quipped with a grin on her face.

"[color=5B9C64]Or maybe a Lucario! ( ͡? ͜ʖ ͡?)[/color]" The Dorian Grey of Metal responded causing young hacker to giggle a bit before ending it with a snort. Despite sporting the look of a mass murderer, a rapist and someone who tore the "Do Not Remove Under Penalty of Law" tags off of mattresses, Katya couldn't help but think that Eddie seemed like a nice guy ... well... besides the whole nailing Icarus in the face with a souffle for no reason thing, objectively speaking.

"[color=CC8899]Or that thing! ( ͡? ͜ʖ ͡?)[/color]" The Mostly Pure Pixel Princess said as she pointed at the fucking dragon that had suddenly been dropped in the alright tightly packed room.

"[color=5B9C64]Well someone's over compensating. ( ͡? ͜ʖ ͡?)[/color]" The Mercurial Metalhead concluded.

It was immediately after the discussion of Katya's willingness to take on a creature as a sex partner over Icarus that Ryan, the woman who had been loitering in front of the apartment building and David appeared, taking up even more real estate in the already cramped room made for five people or one Eddie. Ryan didn't look particularly pleased at Katya as he started to address David West, only to be interrupted by the Terrible Troll known as Katya Rostikova.

"[color=CC8899]Hey Agent Orange, I heard what you said after that Harem comment.[/color]" The young woman said as she clicked a button on her mobile phone, streaming the audio that her enhanced hearing at caught.

THIS IS A RECORDING! said:
"For your information, I do not run a harem anything! And Nina is just a nice girl who needs a helping hand, ca'peesh?!!"

"[color=CC8899]Me thinks you prote... prote... urg... Me-thinks-you-protest-a-bit-too-strongly-especially-since-you're-on-a-first-name-basis,[/color]" The suddenly nauseous Nano-Agent Augemented Crew Member stated quickly before making a quip at Nina's expense, "[color=CC8899]Be... b... besides, h...how-do-you-know-she's-a-nice-girl-she-could-be-hiding-a-horrible-horrible-horrible-secret.[/color]"

It would have been a rather large embarrassment for the Young Woman to lose her lunch in front of the new chick, especially since doing so would have also resulted in Miia getting a face full of partially digested breakfast. It was also slightly puzzling that this was the second time in as many encounters with Nina that Katya had been assaulted with this sensation. The Nauseated Network Penetrator paused for a moment, waiting to see if B3WP's nano-agents would help alleviate the sensation running through her gut. It was probably a good thing considering the reaction Katya would to the words the flew out of Miia's mouth when she woke.

[HEADING=3][color=BA0025]"I CAN'T WAKE UP!!! WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!"[/color][/HEADING]
[HEADING=2][color=BA0025]"SAVE ME!!!!!"[/color][/HEADING]

"[color=CC8899](Seriously, Miia? THAT SONG?)[/color]" Young Miss Rostikova thought to herself as she covered her mouth, just in case she thought it was a good idea to open it in response to Miia's cover of Paul McCoy's part of an Evanescence song. It was probably a good thing that Katya was unable to issue a verbal response to much of anything since she REALLY REALLY didn't want to offend the new conscious Lamia. If she went catatonic over the sight of a little blood, what would happen if someone made a critique on her choice of music.

It wasn't that keeping quiet was all good, however. In being unable to utter a word without mamabirding a meal into Miia's mouth, it became Eddie's responsibility (and apparently pleasure) to explain to Ryan exactly what had happened to Harem Mistress #Snake.

"[color=5B9C64]You... wanted to know what happened... right? From what I gather, Snaketits and Black hat here,[/color]" he pointed to Miia and Katya respectively, "[color=5B9C64]got their arses captured by whoever the fuck you guys are up against. To show that they are irreedimably evil and help quench any sorta moral objections you may have had, the rather accommodating goons tortured our brave heroines. Then, like a bolt of divine retribution, I just so happened to land here, here being right on one of said goons. His body combusted on impact, spraying blood and gore all over the room, as you can plainly see from the spinal bone Snaketits has between her needlessly large bosom.[/color]" though Katya would have argued that the phrase needlessly large bosoms didn't actually exist in the English Language, "[color=5B9C64]And then Gundam and little ***** showed up. Little *****, by his own admission, saw all the torture happen and did nothing about it, so I suppose you can blame him if your girlfriend's gonna be spending the rest of her life seeing therapists. Or maybe me. Torture's more traumatic than seeing a guy explode, right? Oh, and he also promised to keep them safe so be careful, he may want to contest your relationship.[/color]" he turned to Katya, "[color=5B9C64]Did I get it right?[/color]"

"[color=CC8899]#RogerRoger.[/color]" The Less than Wordy WAN Wizard managed to say as she nodded her head thoroughly in response to Eddie's question. Now that the circumstances surrounding the events that had unfolded within the confines of the Apartment building had been thoroughly explained, it was left to Little Miss Horny Toad to explain what needed to be done. Of course... she needed to wait for Miia, Ryan and Eddie to finish their conversation.

And... Done.

Seeing that David had been involuntarily teleported into the room, Katya opened her mouth to explain to the Irish Sniper that she needed to have the assembled team buy her some time in order for her to complete her upload into Denver's Secure Central Server in an attempt to free the mind controlled civilians being used by Bison as both Meat Shield and Sentries. This would allow the crew of the Rising Dawn to have a bit more freedom when it came to dealing with Bison and his protection detail in that they wouldn't have to worry about civilian casualties. They would be able to call in the Airship for close combat support, supply drops and medical support in the event that anyone involved in the mission needed to be evacuated for medical reasons. Doing this would also give the crew badly needed ammunition that could be used to counter their critics' assertion that the Rising Dawn's appearance was a harbinger of destruction.

Code:

[b]DING![/b]

The Terminal chimed as Katya's upload completed.

"[color=CC8899]Nevermind. Time to go.[/color]" She said as she internally thanking Greek Internet for finally getting its shit together.

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"[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] ..."

The response to Mister Luke's question was a bit puzzling to Ruby as she backed away slightly from the ill dressed, undead, Amazon named Miss Anjali. Though, to Miss Anakli's credit, she seemed rather appalled by her own words and immediately appologized for the strange outburst.

"It's okay Miss Anjali. People do that a lot when they're hungry or not thinking straight." The Young Tailor Moon said cheerfully as she began working on the newly arrived woman's clothing. The uniform that Miss Anjali had donned was a standard issue mass produced mass of cloth that had been haphazardly pieced together by machines with no idea as to who the clothing worn by. This lack of information often lead to the production of clothing that was ill fitting on those who bodily dimensions were outliers of an abstract concept of traditional body types. At least that those were the words that Ruby ran into when she looked at various clothing design books that she'd borrowed from her local library.

In altering Miss Anjali's clothing, the young girl took into account her size, particularly where the fabric seemed most under stress which was, in this case, Miss Anjali's chest area. By lengthening the threads in the fabric, it allowed Miss Anjali more room to breathe as well as provided a better range of movement without fear of having her shirt rip apart from the stress of her heaving bosoms. She also did this with the cloth that encased the Undead Amazon's well muscled legs and arms. This was a simple solution for the ill fit of the uniform but there was still the issue of the material itself.

The uniforms had been created from a starched fabric that was excellent in keeping its overall shape as well as stain resistance, of course this also gave the cloth a propensity to make the wearer feel like they were being smothered by their own clothing. The superfluous treatment was quickly removed from the cloth, allowing Miss Anjali's skin to breathe a sigh of relief as the sensation of untreated cotton cloth was now pressed against her skin. A simple ward sewn into the tag of her clothing restored the stain resistant properties of the clothing.

"There you go Miss Anjali. Do you want it in any different colors or materials or looks?" The young girl asked, looking expectantly at the first person to ever have worn clothing customized by the novice magical tailor.

NotYetForsaken · Mar 11, 2016

Broken Doll
Location: Outside the Capitol | Denver
Interficio ergo sum.

Dolores Selmy

The first lieutenant gave a nasty grin as she raised Bolverk at Nadalia. Cold tears stained her cheeks. The wind whipped around hair and carried her fine gold hair around her. "I feel like it, I want to kill! Don't get in my way or I'll kill you too!" She pulled Bolverk's trigger. It discharged.

Nadalia braced to take the shot - but there was a pause and nothing happened.

Moments passed and then a shockwave shook the Master Pyromancer as an explosion plumed out behind her. A police van went careening into the air, billowing both smoke and flame, before landing behind the first lieutenant and exploding a second time into a display of tremendous fire.

"Did you expect something like that from me ~ da ze?" the lieutenant asked. She put Bolverk on her hips and stuck her tongue out. "I'm not like that ~ da ze." Tears continued to run down from her blue eyes. She grinned harder as if to drown those tears with arrogance. "Iron Queen of the False Flame, you will have to search for someone else if you want to lord over them with impunity da ze. I, unfortunately, am completely and utterly sane."

The first lieutenant started to walk forward. She swayed her hips as she walked. With how much blood was on the floor, it was a sensual display as much as one of dominance. Her reflection flickered in the shining blood and danced with the shadows taken from the raging flames around them. "The time for subtlety is over, Daughter of the Dark," she continued, "These men and women would have attacked us on sight - and anyone who would have been free at the time. I did us a great favor by quelling them before they could cause trouble. That's how I see it da ze. Look," she pointed forward, past the carnage. There at the end of the road was the capital building. It was a pitiable structure, not quite grand but trying rather hard to be. "It's a clear shot. Just got to deal with the military between us and Bison. Shouldn't be a trouble for a heretic of your caliber, O Iron Queen, a single Chaos Firestorm ought to raze the force to nothing but cinders."

She laughed and placed Bolverk on Nadalia's shoulder. Using the Master Pyromancer as a brace the first lieutenant fired Bolverk again. Another explosion followed as the last trickle of reinforcements arrived at the scene. "I'm a soldier, Shard of Manus, a weapon. I am a doll."

She paused. Her eyes looked straight into Nadalia's own. They were blue, strong, but filled with fear and tears. "I am the will of the Rising Dawn. My name is Suffering."

Postmodern Mysticism
Location: Canteen | Rising Dawn
The Scarlet Queen arrives.

Titania

The first signs of strangeness in the Canteen occurred when the doors burst open and several small floating objects made their way in. They came upon transparent wings and trailed dust. They had blonde hair that swept around them as wind. They held a lance in one hand and a shield in another. Then more came. First two by two, with their lances and spears. Then more and more. Four by four with trumpets and flutes. Six by six with flags and banners.

In a minute the Canteen had suddenly been filled with a chorus of chiming music and soft singing voices. Trumpets blared and cymbals clashed as the diminutive flyers darted around the room. They formed two lines leading from a blank wall down into the Canteen floor. More came, this time with hammers and wooden planks and in no time at all they had build a small stair case. All of these fairies, female in nature and wearing gallant dresses sang in unison - an otherworldly esoteric voice that called out to another world.

Then they stopped singing and the music reached a crescendo.

The first step came out of nowhere and echoed like an explosion. The immense presence of she-who-had-been-absent filled the room.

"Hail to the Queen! Hail to the Queen!" the chorus sang. The fairies raised their banners over their heads and other threw confetti into the air. Still more sang in a harmony as to sound as a single breathless voice. "Long live the Queen, long live the Queen!" others called out as they clashed their cymbals.

She stepped into the world once again. She who was wreathed in red robes that billowed out as if buffeted by winds in this windless room. She who's green eyes pierced the very veil of the world. She who held in her hands the strength of Lords. She took her second step onto the ground. As her heel hit the floor, it was as if a whip had cracked. Her white hair flared out behind her as she finished her walk onto the Canteen's humble floor.

"Hail to the Queen!" the Fairy sang again as they scattered back into the aether.

"Not much has changed in my absence," Titania looked around. She seemed almost bored. Her body was no more than that of a girl's. She was short and waifish and her robes looked too big for her frame. Still her demeanor was definitely royal. She had that no nonsense sort of look, a stance that commanded lesser individuals.

"No, much and more has changed." A second voice said. She dropped in from above Titania and landed gently beside the Queen. This woman was dressed in a tight blue vest, wore her long black hair in a ponytail that was tied by ribbons of the same cut as Ruby's own and had eyes as red as blood. Her cupid-lips were curved into a smile.

The air exploded like lightning suddenly.

Titania stumbled back and cast her eyes upon the creature which had struck her. "Phenomena intervention already? Not so subtle are we, Dark One?"

Naamah, who had made herself home around Rory's neck responded solemnly and without humor.

Code:

"Your absence was not ill liked."

The air between the two observers was tense. It was as if the very space between them held violent static, ready to lash out and strike down either of the two.

Code:

"You have returned this this place. Why."

"My last agent was killed and I have no more at my disposal. For this reason I have come myself."

The three women stayed silent and stared at each other. The others in the room were frozen in time, caught in the event disruption between two Observers of equal strength. Then the static began to subside. Naamah had relented. Time resumed, but with a caveat.

Code:

"You, Queen are still barred from interacting with the world directly. It is the rule of causality."

Time rewound itself. The fairy had never appeared.

Deborah stood in the room, sitting down on a bar stool as if nothing had happened. She smiled gently at Ruby, who shared the pink ribbon Deborah used in her own hair. She kept her grimoire close to her breast. Deborah turned to Luke, "I'll have a Jack Rose please."

Naamah, who rested upon Rory's neck, settled down from some strenuous activity. Her green eye kept tracking the movements of the woman in blue.

"Ruby, just be sure not to go overboard with it okay? You don't want that clothing to suddenly become familiars again do you?" She flashed a smile at Anjali, "Don't worry about it though, Ruby's a smart girl. I'm sure she has a good idea how much magic she's putting into those charms."

Orinon · Mar 11, 2016

Icarus wasn't exactly a fan of this environment, he expected to the heroes to act like... heroes. something half of this group was incapable of doing, ARES and Ryan were at least trying but some of these people were the kind Icarus expected he'd be fighting against, between the Undead jackass whom was better off buried 12 feet under, then Katya, that deranged lunatic was infecting him with her Insanity. He had hoped, maybe just maybe, if he offered to be kind she'd say something, anything like a human being but she just stared at him with blank eyes and mouth open, she STARED AT HIM. then she insulted him under her breath, probably because she knew if she said it aloud she'd have to be held accountable for once.

Ryan Attempted top reason with Katya about his conversation with a girl, of course Knowing the Hack, Icarus knew only insults would come from this...
"Be... b... besides, h...how-do-you-know-she's-a-nice-girl-she-could-be-hiding-a-horrible-horrible-horrible-secret."
[small]"Yeah like you" [/small]He muttered under his breath, see how she liked it. She reminded him of the Sword-kin he would spar with no emotion no soul. He shivered his wings ruffled as it seemed like he was paler than before, his cheekbones became more pronounced, and his eyes, there was no warmth in them.

When He summoned his Partner The Twilight Dragon was rather over eager, upon being called forth for a moment Shadow-fest seemed to appear in the room albeit scaled down. and it seemed like almost everyone could see him to before it dissipated

[HEADING=3][color=BA0025]"I CAN'T WAKE UP!!! WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!"[/color][/HEADING]
[HEADING=2][color=BA0025]"SAVE ME!!!!!"[/color][/HEADING]

Icarus heard Miia's screams and looked around in concern to see her breathing heavily, panting somewhat, with just her eyes- looking left and right. Sweat beamed down her head, and chest heaving. Icarus turned away, though a lot of blood was going to his face.

[color=BA0025]"... W-where ... am I?"[/color] She asked, nervously in the sense one was ready to freak out at any given moment.
Ryan made an admirable attempt to comfort the Lamia, Icarus had heard her talk about 'darling', and he assumed that was her pet name for Ryan but she never called him that to his face.

[color=5B9C64]"You... wanted to know what happened... right?"[/color] Eddie said, which made Icarus roll his eyes. He wasn;t sure If This trouble maker was just smart for zombie standards or a moronic Revenant probably the Latter.

Whatever this Stinking corpse was saying it got Miia to freak out again. Luckily Ryan managed to calm her down, but on the flip side Graves was still talking [color=5B9C64]"And then Gundam and little ***** showed up. Little *****, by his own admission-[/color]"I did not"[color=5B9C64]-saw all the torture happen and did nothing about it-[/color]"Lies, lies you sit atop a rotten throne of LIES" [color=5B9C64]-so I suppose you can blame him if your girlfriend's gonna be spending the rest of her life seeing therapists. Or maybe me. Torture's more traumatic than seeing a guy explode, right? Oh, and he also promised to keep them safe"[/color] a faint c[h]uckle lulled over his voice for a second before moving on, [color=5B9C64]"so be careful, he may want to contest your relationship."[/color] he turned to Katya, [color=5B9C64]"Did I get it right?"[/color]

"Yeah let's have a liar confirm another another lie, I apparently need to re-state this but I never watched anyone get hurt see I'm not like you two pricks and laugh at someone else's misery. I heard a struggle ran in as fast as I could, only to see Katya brutally Murdering someone in front of Miia, So its Katya's fault Miia is like this, what a shocker." Icarus wasn't...himself it seemed he had an aura about him even getting close to him made you feel cold and...depressed like all your worst fears came bubbling up to your conscious mind no matter how hard you tried to push them down.

Code:

[b]DING![/b]

The Terminal chimed as Katya's upload completed.

"Nevermind. Time to go." Icarus sighed, but decided to at least show some sign of respectability>
"Just a minute, I'm calling Selena we don't want to walk into an ambush" preparing to giuve a middle finger to anyone whom insulted him for actually using his brain.

He tapped his ear and He got a tune from Selena, "Selena we're heading out of the building, do you see any police approaching? That bad huh? well thank you." He looked out the window he looked closely only to duck down low and a bullet to fire at the spot his head used to be.

"Guys, umm who is bulletproof again?" he asked nervously. the joke likely falling flat considering the genuine threat the crew was in.

Texas Joker 52 · Mar 12, 2016

[hr]

All in all, Sloth thought, things were starting to look up. Wrath, in an almost uncharacteristic turn, decided to postpone her brawl with the Pyromancer woman for the time being, and it seemed that her opponent was willing to do the same. While he wasn't under any illusions that it was out of goodwill instead of the knowledge that they would continue this later, he was still glad to hear the amazonian Vice listen to him for a change.

"Very well then. I look forward to our next encounter, vengeful spirit. Until then, my eyes are on the citizens--"

Nadalia paused as some of the local citizens rushed past them in terror, and Sloth only just became aware of the sound of ringing gunshots. Given the fact that the Rising Dawn was basically invading Denver against Bison, that wasn't particularly surprising in and of itself. It was the fact that they sounded so close.

"Seems we are not needed here anymore ... let's be off then."

"Alright, you lazy little prick, I think it's time for an explanation of what the fuck you dropped me into so I know what's goin' on." Wrath growled at him as the two of them fell-in behind Nadalia.

"Basically? Corrupt politician is brainwashing the locals and controlling them along with the police and military. He wants to do something evil, while saying these Rising Dawn guys are the real bad guys. So, he's gotta die." he explained quickly, adding, "Basically, you see speakers or TV's? Smash them. Anyone in a uniform or they look part robot? Smash them too."

Wrath started to nod before she zeroed in on a key point of what Sloth said. TV's.

"Wait. Hold up. This fucker is using TV's to brainwash these idiots? All of the TV's in the city?" she asked urgently.

Sloth paused mid-step to look back at her with confusion and shrugged, "Yea, pretty sure. Why?"

"I don't believe it!" Wrath cried, a tone of deep personal insult ringing through her voice, "It's Shark Week, and Senator Shitmonkey's playing over that with this asinine political bullshit?! He's dead!"

Sloth smirked just a little before he nodded. Regardless of why she was seething, at least this time is was at an appropriate target.

"Hold onto that then." he said , turning back to Nadalia and Dolores.

The sight he was greeted to was the nervous little girl once again being replaced by the Soldier, a pair of white pistols in her hands. Each one ringing out with what looked like unholy gunfire on each of the officers and cars in front of her. While Nadalia called out to her, Sloth merely slumped his shoulders and stared with an expression that was a combination of long-suffering exhaustion, mild irritation, and a complete lack of amusement with this recent development.

"Oh, so I try to kill a few mindless zombies, and I get yelled at before I manage to get past one. But she can start slaughtering willy-nilly before someone calls her out on it? The fuck is this shit?" Wrath grumbled.

"I refuse to take any responsibility for this." Sloth replied flatly.

When the Vices finally caught up to both Nadalia and Dolores, they caught only the last thing that she said in their exchange.

"I'm a soldier, Shard of Manus, a weapon. I am a doll. I am the will of the Rising Dawn. My name is Suffering."

Sloth's head turned to scan the aftermath of her outburst, her hail of gunfire and quirked a brow. He didn't see any civilians among the casualties, only uniformed police, a few that were clearly military. "Acceptable" targets then, though he wasn't going to say that there wasn't any collateral damage. There probably was: He just couldn't see it. With a careless shrug, he looked back at Nadalia and Wrath.

"Doesn't look like she was killing brainwashed locals, so these guy's were fair game. If they get in our way, might as well kill them. Look, I don't care what's going on between you two, but we can't waste too much time here. The sooner we get to the Capital Building, the quicker we can kill Buffalo, and the sooner I can take a nap." he told them wearily.

[hr]

[hr]

Despite the new arrivals in the Canteen, Farber was focused entirely on the milkshake in front of him. Focused on it's appearance and it's scent to start with. For one, it looked like it was chocolate-brown mud, and when he grabbed the glass it felt like it was full of really cold mud. But, it smelled vaguely like chocolate, along with some spices that weren't really familiar. Ignoring the white-and-red striped thing that was stuck into the sludge, he tipped it back and took an experimental sip.

For a street urchin, Farber considered himself something of a connoisseur when it came to sweets, with a particular favorite of his being chocolate. And the taste of the milkshake was unmistakably chocolaty, but tinged with a slight heat that he wasn't entirely sure he liked. While he heard Ruby, along with a few other voices behind him, speak, he ignored them while taking another sip to try and figure out how he felt about the spicy aftertaste.

"[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] ..."

Choking on his milkshake, Farber's eyes widened a little at the sound of that voice. It sounded like someone's last breath, scraping past a throat screamed raw. His head slowly turned to look back and saw a woman's walking corpse. Unlike the black-clad man earlier, this woman looked like a proper dead body, instead of someone that simply looked like death had warmed over. Not to mention, the way he acted was enough to make Farber think that he was probably merely ill. Or wearing lots of heavy makeup.

But this woman? She looked, and sounded, like the stories he had heard of undead. Vengeful, angry spirits that refused to pass on, possessing corpses and attacking the living, devouring them in an attempt to absorb their life energy and magic. Ghosts.

He slipped a hand nervously beneath the bar and a small, purple ember burst to life in his palm, even as he started to shake a little. He couldn't stand the idea of ghosts. You couldn't hurt ghosts. But the same wasn't true of them, because they could certainly hurt the living.

"I-is that an..." he quavered softly, stopping to swallow hard, "An undead? A real one this time?"

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Mar 12, 2016

Brainwashed Mob No. 1: Caim, Angelus

The guard was enjoying the articles on his magazine when Caim's distraction got his attention.
"Huh? What was that noise?" He said in a manner that couldn't sound more cliche if he tried as he got off his chair, but not before pulling out his Custom Assault Carbine [http://40.media.tumblr.com/a10244cb64c95bbc5ee1dbb57ba999ca/tumblr_mfz45udiN41rso658o1_500.jpg] from under his chair for safety.
He then began to slowly make his way over to Caim's position, looking trigger happy as hell as his twitchy eyes scanned the area.

Angelus meanwhile was able to sneak in rather handy enough, turns out mind control does a number on one's senses and cone of vision.
She was able to make her way towards where the captives were strapped to the target dummies while the brainwashed civilains attempted to reload their guns with little sucess.
However, she efforts did hit a big of a snag when-
"OH MY GOD! PLEASE! YOU NEED TO GET ME OUT OF HERE!" one of them screamed when they saw the dragoness attempting to hide between the tents, drawing a fair bit more attention to her then she might have liked as a few "Soldiers" shambled over to take a look.

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

"...Not how I would have done it, but none the less..." Rugal muttered in a confused tone, A little bewildered by Elise's methods but keen to make the most of their new opening.
The police watchmen were busy on the outskirts of the site, giving Rugal the opening he needed to make his way over to the portable cabin.
Rather then try his luck with the front door, he edged around the sides while keeping his ear pressed against the wall.
"...What do you intend?"
"Just need to get the position of the source...Think I got it..." He answered before firing up his Slashing Aura.
With a single smooth motion, he pressed his hand against the wall, tearing though the material with relative ease before reaching around for the player.
"....There, think I have it." He then said before pulling his arm back, now holding a iPhone docking station with the phone still attatched.
"Great! Now we just need to turn it off-"
Before she could finish, Rugal closed his fist around the device, crushing it like a ripe fruit if fruit could make electrical sparks and wasn't a fruit at all.
"...That also works."
"Tch, they don't make them nearly as durable as they used to. Back in my youth, I could beat you to death with my mobile phone..."

Once the player was a sparking wreak, the effects were near instant as all the "Workers" began to stop what they were doing and start wondering why they were here at all.
This didn't do un-noticed by the Foreman and his 2 watchmen as they quickly got to work on attempting to control the crowd, namely by yelling at them to-
"GET ON THE GROUND! GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!"
"MOVE AND YOU'RE DEAD! TALK AND YOU'RE DEAD! FUCKING BREATHE AND YOU'RE DEAD!"
Looking at them scramble around to collect the freed workers, Rugal cracked his neck before stating "You want to make the first offensive or shall I?..."

Brainwashed Mob No. 3: Teri, Garm

Garm's pack was able to sow confusion in the brainwashed crowd as they tried to swing their crude weapons at them, but the beasts were too fast.
This however had the understandable effect on the Staffer running this racket as he realized what this meant.
"....The Dawn is here....ooooooh fuck me!" He stammered for a moment before dumping all his ill-gotten gains into a single bag before attempting to make a break for it, Taking his iPod docking station with him as he might need the back up.
"TEAR THOSE MUTTS APART MY MINIONS! I'm getting the fuck out of here!" He yelled before taking off down the street with the bag on his back and the iPod in hand.
Time to see if her bow training was up to par...

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

Cadolbolg's idea paid off as the Mob was too busy doing whatever the Staffer's said to even look down.
As they waded though the crowd, the mood picked up as one of the protesters snapped before finally giving in to their demands, now currently in the process of attempting to strangle his friend.
This generated a forced excitement in the Mob as they cheered them on in the most half-assed sounding way possible.
Thankfully, it made their goal a bit easier as the ones with the mobile speakers on their belts began to move up to the front, wanting to get a front row view of the bloodsport.
There was 3 in total and each one was pushing their way to the front, making them easier to spot but also running the risk of making it more likely that the duo would be spotted by the staffers should they try to make a move.

Capitol Building Compound: Kalastryn, Dream

While Kalastryn was wondering what that police officer was up to (Most likely getting "Blue Balls" as David would put it), there was a much more pressing matter on her mind after she landed on the new rooftop: Something else did as well.
There was a loud *THUD!* as something heavy impacted against the material of the building, leaving a sizable dent in it's wake a few meters away from her current position.
A strange mechanical noise could be heard, all but ensuring that it was one of the Cyborgs that had caught onto her but there was nothing visible there.
The sound of a energy weapon powering up then followed and it source was-...behind her?
By the time she turned her head, a blue plasma blade appearing out of thin air was already en route to rend it clean her from body!

Dream's efforts on the other hand were going much more smoothly as she was lead into a mobile armory with Dozens of HF Blades [http://elwiki.net/wiki/images/d/d1/DK_claymore_ref.png], each one currently hooked up to some sort of battery which in turn was linked to compact but powerful looking generator.
There was a meter next to each one that stated it's power supply, all of them hovering between 20% to 50% as her partner began to attach a few more units to the power supply.
"You know, these are nothing compared to the kind of stuff the Winds of Destruction use. I remember seeing General Sundowner in action once. He has these cool looking machete kinda things that like turn into massive scissors. He cut an entire APC in two with them once. Man, what a time to be alive, eh Jackson?" He happily chuckled as he wheeled out Three [http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/metalgear/images/9/9f/MGR-ArmorBreaker.png/revision/latest?cb=20140115003639] Different [http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/metalgear/images/f/fb/MGR-HighFrequencyBlade.png/revision/latest?cb=20140115003514] Weapons [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/metalgear/images/c/c2/MGR-HighFrequencyMachete.png/revision/latest?cb=20140115003830] before getting them on their chargers.

Zepherus14 · Mar 14, 2016

Civilian Location No. 6: David, Ryan, Miia, ARES, Dr. Insaneo, Katya, Nina and Phillip, Eddie, Icarus, anyone else

"Ah, well ... although I used to keep my identity unknown to outsiders- I guess it doesn't matter if everyone and their mom can figure out who I am. 'What are you like famous or something?' My name's Ryan, Ryan Wheatley 'Huh, Ryan Wheatley. That's a nice name.'.. it is good to mee-"

"[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]" Nina looked back around to the building where her house was, spotting Katya in the third floor window. "[color=CC8899]Run... run while you still can... you're too good for him, he doesn't deserve you.[/color]" "Wait... she doesn't seriously think..?" Nina started to say, feeling like that last comment was clearly way out of left field.

"... Are you, serious?" Ryan bumbled out, clearly just as stunned by the 'request' as Nina was. "For your information, I do not run a harem anything! And Nina is just a nice girl who needs a helping hand, ca'peesh?!!" "Ya what he said!" Nina added before turning back to Ryan, the sirens increasingly becoming apparent amongst the white noise of the city. "So, we're gonna help her out then? Ass deep in anything doesn't sound all that much fun given what's going on right now." Nina asked, feeling like standing in the street much longer was really not in their best interest.

"Alright, just bear with me. This is going to be weird but ..." Ryan firmly grabbed her wrist before seeking out David- who was preparing for the worst since the sirens were still echoing in the air. Without much of a warning, Nina watched in bewilderment as Ryan's eye gobbled up David faster than Cookie Monster gobbles cookies. She made a double take as she wasn't sure if she'd actually seen what she'd seen or just imagined it when, the world seemed to be getting taller. When she finally bothered to look down, she was already up passed her hips. "Uuuuuuuu-"

"-uuuuuuuuuh" She continued to say as her and Ryan appeared in the room with Katya by the window, David soon spilling out afterwards. "Sorry about that, but we're in a tight situation and our social outcast wanted a word with you about something. .. Wait a second, Miia??" Letting go of her hand, Ryan immediately moved on to more pressing matters to him, leaving Nina to take in her surroundings. The crowded room had a plethora of different characters in it, some Nina had seen from earlier, and still others she hadn't ran into until now. Curiosity getting the better of her, she made her way to the window to see a pretty similar view as she'd had not too long ago from her home, slowly figuring that yes indeed she'd just teleported back up here.

"[color=CC8899]Hey Agent Orange, I heard what you said after that Harem comment.[/color]" Katya addressed Ryan, lifting up a recording device in a nonchalant manner.

THIS IS A RECORDING! said:
"For your information, I do not run a harem anything! And Nina is just a nice girl who needs a helping hand, ca'peesh?!!"

"[color=CC8899]Me thinks you prote... prote... urg... Me-thinks-you-protest-a-bit-too-strongly-especially-since-you're-on-a-first-name-basis,[/color]" The suddenly nauseous Nano-Agent Augemented Crew Member stated quickly before making a quip at Nina's expense, "[color=CC8899]Be... b... besides, h...how-do-you-know-she's-a-nice-girl-she-could-be-hiding-a-horrible-horrible-horrible-secret.[/color]"

"I'm right here you-" Nina started to reply back to the obviously drunk Katya when Miia decided to enter into the conversation.

[HEADING=3][color=BA0025]"I CAN'T WAKE UP!!! WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!"[/color][/HEADING]
[HEADING=2][color=BA0025]"SAVE ME!!!!!"[/color][/HEADING]

"Oooww!" Nina grimaced, moving away from the window again and covering her ears in the enclosed space. Her train of thought derailed on Katya, Eddie felt it his time to shine and explain what was going on. Now Nina at this point hadn't been exactly sure who it was that had fallen from the sky, after all not everyone might have been right there. That all changed when Eddie started talking, Nina's face quickly warping to a look very akin to the 'poker face' meme. 'Yoooooou...' Ryan's reaction to Eddie didn't pass her, nor did Icarus'. It was Ryan's comments that really stuck with her, the fact he didn't know this person, and that he was assumed to be an agent with Rising Dawn.

While Katya was still talking to David about their strategy moving forward and Icarus reenacting the scene from One Piece with the ghosts [https://youtu.be/OnThFGWYBao?t=16s], Nina took this chance to chew out Eddie. Icarus' negative aura did slow Nina down for a moment, but it seemed like its influence was short lived over here. [small]"Don't worry I will."[/small] She quietly mumbled to herself before walking straight up to Eddie. "I have a bone to pick with you asshole! It's all nice and stuff you apparently helped out, Miia? Ya Miia and Katya!" She said, seeming to need to think for a moment the two names, but both had been addressed to her previously. "What kinda of 'Hero' goes around shouting at the top of their lungs, waking up the entire neighbourhood, then goes and smashes the god damn building!? I was thiiiiis close to finishing getting everything sorted in my place, but no, we couldn't have that, now could we? Hell even the souffle I was gonna sell to the grocers down the block got totaled by you too. Seriously fuck you, you don't know how much I want to bean you in the legs right now, but from how this all has been going so far with Ryan's vacuum eye, you probably have titanium gonads or something equally trolly!" She continued, the entire scene looking quite strange given how Eddie was towering over Nina.

At this point, Icarus would have started talking to Selena, but Nina turned her head to look at Katya for a moment. "And another thing, do you honestly expect compared to this guy here, I would be the person to be scared of, really? Have you eve- HOLY SHIT!!" Nina started to say before the gunshot range out, Nina instantly ducking with her hands over her head, Phillip hitting the ground with a thud in the process. Now mostly hidden under essentially a blanket of her own hair, Nina kept her spot hoping no more shots would ring out. "Guys, umm who is bulletproof again?" Icarus asked aloud.

"I don't wanna be swiss cheese!! I thought the plan was scattering, why are we all still here together?!" Nina exclaimed, rather against the idea of getting pumped full of holes.

Kalastryn · Mar 14, 2016

Capitol Building Compound: Kalastryn, Dream

While Kalastryn was ~~wondering what that police officer was up to~~ wondering whether or not he would catch on to the fact he was dating an... "imaginary friend" who was about to disappear and possibly come back to raise an alert in the compound below, a bigger problem presented itself. That is to say, Kala definitely couldn't see them, but judging by the dent in the rooftop (and the fact it even existed) it shouldn't have come as a surprise that-

"SON OF A-" she exclaimed, but decided to cut that cuss short so that she wouldn't be, immediately rolling backwards into the worst game of limbo one could ever play, the Plasma blade that was drawn having skinned across the surface of her neck, quite agonizingly, but thankfully Kala was not all the more prepared to be the headless horseman next Halloween.

You aren't just going to let them get away with that, are you?
... That is exactly what I'm going to do.
What? Okay, you put up with a lot of bullshit, forget this though, it's MY turn.
... Now isn't the time... have fun

"You should have worked on your aim, jackass, because honestly? I don't care if I can't see you, I don't have HALF a FUCK to give! Enjoy your flight!" She shouted while opening a dimension door at the floor where she had just been attacked. The destination?

Up. Very, very far up. Should that uncanny use of that spell land, Kala's assailant would have plenty of time to question every life decision they'd ever made which lead them to this point in time before landing approximately in the center of the compound she had yet to breach. Of course the fact that it would have started raining men all of a sudden would certainly not go unnoticed, which is why Kala also made a dive through the same breach she made... at least she could fly and ensure not falling to her doom even given the event she missed.

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[HEADING=3][color=BA0025]"I CAN'T WAKE UP!!! WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!"[/color][/HEADING]
[HEADING=2][color=BA0025]"SAVE ME!!!!!"[/color][/HEADING]

"[color=CC8899]Nevermind. Time to go.[/color]"

"Guys, umm who is bulletproof again?"

"I don't wanna be swiss cheese!! I thought the plan was scattering, why are we all still here together?!"

This was, in ARES' honest though mostly unspoken opinion, all of this conversation that merited listening to. That last particular statement summing up exactly their response to this in a... nice enough manner. They did try to keep calm, but as this conversation went on and Katya had to joke at a time like this? ARES found themselves rubbing their temples in frustration. (I told the dead man walking what he wanted, yet he's still here. Oh, and Katya's finally done. Doesn't stop the fact that the police are still on their way and likely to bury us all in a hail of lead on sight.) She internalized, before taking what time they were still using to converse to open the compartment in her chest and beginning to reassemble their minigun. Slinging that over her shoulder by a rather convenient strap (which given it's weight is not an easy feat for anyone with genuine pain receptors which would likely cause them to scream in agony as their shoulder dislocated) and walking over to the crushed corpse of the security guard, ARES picked up his pistol and fired it through the hole in the roof Eddie landed in to get everyone's attention.

"Great Christ on a BIKE can you all SHUT UP!? Alright, all sarcasm and emotional attachments aside, three things-" She continued, turning to Icarus "I'm pretty well covered, but the short answer is no one. Hence why we should stop talking and start moving if no one here wants to take a shower made of lead when the police arrive."

Then turning her attention to Nina, whom she, of course, did not recognize. "I'm going to be absolutely honest here. I don't know you, which means I don't like you. Time could change that, hell time probably will change that. The thing is though, I'm pretty sure the both of us would prefer you live to see tomorrow, so while I can feel the scorn from here about losing your home due to his crash landing, a bit of advice... don't stick around. Especially don't stick around if you don't have some sort of super human power straight out of an old comic book to stop you from just getting shot in the head. Pretty dangerous around here, yeah? I mean I can't make your life decisions for you, but since it's part of my very design to throw myself under the bus for allies in peril, I'd very much appreciate not having someone necessitate the use of such a fail safe around here."

And lastly, to Ryan and Miia. "A what now? Look, I try not to stomp all over good ideals, but that's just naive. What you've seen us do and what everyone everywhere else thinks they've seen are two different things. Did we stop a nuclear missile? Yes. Did we storm a military base on the way there? Yes. Earlier in the week did we fight with one of our targets who was running weapons development out of a college? Yes, and that college is now destroyed- most of the structural damage was his doing but nonetheless, no one is exactly happy that we're here. Not the police who can think straight, not the brainwashed citizens being programmed to attack us on command who, even without such would have mostly negative opinions of us... I'm not going to lie, it's not pretty. Not that you had much of a choice on timing, but this was probably the worst possible time for you to have met the Rising Dawn even on friendly terms. Scratch that, especially on friendly terms."

"That all said, we really should all get out of here. I understand this must be jarring, and if you prefer let me reiterate I can carry you, but staying here is not the most valid option"

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Mar 15, 2016

~~Brainwashed Mob~~ Civilian Location No. 6: David, Ryan, Miia, ARES, Dr. Insaneo, Katya, Nina and Phillip, Eddie, Icarus,

Code:

Ghost

Like a lot of the operations that David had been on in the past, the simple plan was starting to get more and more confusing as the situation did.
First some weird as undead guy (Eddie) literally falls out of the sky before getting into some kind of quarrel with Icarus, then Ryan used some weird ass ninja bullshit to teleport him up to where the action was, Katya did did...something, she she already had it done as he was busy trying to reorient himself, he never was one for rapid teleportation like that.
Soon, the haze of combat began to wash over him as the police forces that were en route soon arrived, parking up nearby the building they were housed in and quickly opening fire without so much as a "Freeze" or "Hands up", only adding to the confusion as he returned fire.
How the hell do I keep ending up in shit-storms like this? He thought to himself as he managed to get a handle on his perception once more before attempting to bark out some orders.
"I second ARES's statement! All in favor of getting the hell out of here, please follow me!" He shouted as he made his way to one of the remaining intact apartment rooms, smashing a window leading to an old fire escape.
"Everyone! Out of the building! You can run and argue at the same time! I'll run distraction while-"

As if this scene wasn't confusing enough to follow, several explosions then rocked the street outside as the police sirens died out and the sound of sniper fire began to fill the silence instead.
"Oh now what the fuck-..." The Irisman groaned as he saw a man clad in black currently perched up on the building opposite, giving local law enforcement a salvo of lead and launched grenades.

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*TSK!* "Always have to do everything myself, don't I? Go. I'll keep them busy. Either get to the Capitol or re-group with the rest, just get your asses out of here." *TSK!*

He radioed across before attempting to draw the police away from their position, seeming to be a lot more comfortable with the idea of killing civilian law enforcement then most.

You may now have your characters collapse in upon another mobs that have yet to be free from Bison's control or attempt to march on the capitol, sorry for the weak post, I didn't really know what else more to do here and my time is kinda limited to do something ^^;

Neuromancer · Mar 15, 2016

[color=BA0025]"Auauahhh..."[/color] went Slitherfang in dismay, and even Eddie would feel a tiny amount of pity for her if a) he gave a shit, and b) it wasn't so funny. There always was a cathartic satisfaction to be had when an anthropomorphic personification of man's uncompromising lust for snake breasts was losing what little sanity she had right before him. He could already imagine all the useless parasitic otaku that furiously fap to her love pillow thrice a day rolling around on the floor of their studio apartment, furious that their waifu was being so mistreated. And there was a small amount of comfort in knowing that, in some parallel reality to this one, it was happening. Infinite realities meant infinite possibilities, after all.

[color=BA0025]Why did I agree to this mission? I thought it was going to be a fantasy trip where we all stand out as heroes. What a nightmare it turned out to be, and we're not even close to getting the bad guy yet ..."[/color]

[color=5B9C64]"That's the thing with hero work."[/color] Eddie edged closer, grin wide, [color=5B9C64]"There's hardly anything heroic about it. Indeed, one man's hero is another's villain. It's all a matter of perspective."[/color] he tapped lightly on her forehead with a finger, [color=5B9C64]"Think on that."[/color] And with that done...

[color=5B9C64]Onwards to the fashion disaster![/color] he exclaimed enthusiastically as he turned to Ryan, [color=5B9C64]"You can call me Eddie, and yes, I'll stick around, but not because I want to. Also-"[/color]

"I have a bone to pick with you asshole! interrupted the random norman Ryan apparently had the hots for -Eddie doesn't judge for harems, don't worry-, calling him a hero -ahahahahaha!-, calling him out for waking her up and ruining her souffle. It was all very amusing for many reasons, but the one that stood out to Eddie especially was that, in a most rare of circumstances, it actually looked like Eddie was being falsely charged! He certainly had no recollection of waking anyone up today, and the souffle already was ruined by the time he had gotten there! But that did reveal a most interesting fact: The souffle was her handiwork. Oh, was she in for a nasty surprise now. Ignoring the rest of her rumbling, Eddie turned to look at his favourite form of entertainment, the half-breed. At this point in time, the Edgelord had sunk so deeply into the depths of adolescent drama that it was spilling all over the room, like a drunk who can't aim spills his piss all around the toilet. The kid's gross, all encompassing aura of emo shit had even reached him, and Eddie felt a small tingle, barely noticeable. A tingle that made him want to laugh out loud at this absurdity. A kid literally spilling his "nobody understands me!" [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsG0fSs8krw] bullshit mentality out. [color=5B9C64]It looks like they let literally anyone play hero these days.[/color] Eddie thought to himself, turning to see if the Souffle Cook was still going on -yes, she were- before going back to observing the train-wreck that was Icarus.

The Teenager that leered dangerously close into self-harm territory peaked outside, seemingly unaware that peaking out when you're specifically told an enemy force is advancing towards your position will only turn your head into several red chunks of flesh. And Eddie just couldn't have that. Who else would amuse him with their perchance to make a complete arse of themselves? With a wave of two fingers, Eddie infused the young clown with luck. Just as he did, kiddo narrowly avoided a shot that, based on a thousand parallel dimensions where the shot was fired under similar circumstances, there was a 97,6% probability of blowing little wierdo's face off.

"Guys, umm who is bulletproof again?"

[color=5B9C64]"Thanks for another grandiose display of competence, little wierdo!"[/color] Eddie grinned, and turned to the turbulent cook. It seemed that a couple of shots had unnerved her to the point of nearly pissing herself from fear. He stared at her with a self-satisfied smirk, feeling as though this was some sort of great cosmic justice. Of course, he knew that there was no such thing as that, but the schadenfreude he was experiencing was definitely a high point of the day. [color=5B9C64]"Look at you,"[/color] he chuckled, [color=5B9C64]"I almost-"[/color]

"Great Christ on a BIKE can you all SHUT UP!?" started the Gundam, and Eddie knew exactly what that meant: That's right, another torrent of words. Ironic that the one to request silence was being so needlessly wordy about it, but he'd get to that in a bit. For now, Eddie started counting. All the words uttered from the L1Z1X during her great rant. It reached triple digits and went on and on without a sign of stopping. He couldn't help but wonder if he was counting towards infinity. But, eventually, the great speaker gave them mercy and stopped talking.

[color=5B9C64]"Iguana Jesus on a stick, Mazinger, why don't you listen to your own goddamn advice for a change? You just casually ranted four hundred and ten words. That's more than everyone in this room combined!"[/color] he clapped his hands once and pointed at her, [color=5B9C64]"Brevity, Borg! Brevity is the soul of wit!"[/color]

And then it was Generic Action McHero's turn to interrupt him. "Everyone! Out of the building! You can run and argue at the same time! I'll run distraction while-" and run off.

[color=5B9C64]"Goddamnit Leeroy."[/color] Eddie shook his head. There were so many other ways this situation could have been handled with as little risk as possible, yet Slate Fistcrunch here decided to just ignore tactics and play hero. Whatever, it was about time he went anyhow. He had sweets to get, and a trifling little lady's hubris to punish.

[color=5B9C64]"Well, you heard Mr. Jenkins. You 'heroes' should go do your 'hero' stuff. I have sweets to acquire."[/color] he firmly grabbed Nina by the waist with a hand, [color=5B9C64]"And since Ms Souffle over here decided to label me a hero, I'll be taking a weight off your shoulders and getting the civilian to safety, free of charge."[/color] he turned to Ryan and pointed at him before the Protag-no-jutsu could reply, [color=5B9C64]"No, no, I insist"[/color] and finally turned to Nina, grinning, [color=5B9C64]"Brace for impact."[/color] There was a criminal amount of understatement in his tone as he said that, but Eddie rushed out of the room nonetheless, and took a leap out of the very holes he had made in his landing.

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The jump had enough force to propel them a good amount of blocks away, but due to the angle of the fall, rather than making a crater out of the ground, it gave way as he slowly lost momentum, asphalt piling up under his feet. After a few seconds of motion he lay still, and let his flight companion free of his grasp.

[color=5B9C64]"Thank you for using Eddie Airlines!"[/color] he chuckled, before his expression took a turn for the dire, [color=5B9C64]"Alright, first things first: Don't insult me by calling me a hero. Heroes are morally righteous twats that are full of themselves. I'm full of myself, but I don't pretend to have any moral high ground. Second of all, I don't give a shit if I woke you up. Didn't you hear me telling everyone else that I mince-meated a dude by falling on him? Third, the souffle was already ruined by the time I got there. It was terrible. So much that you got a strike out of that. Three strikes and I cut you up and make a souffle attraction out of your pieces. Clear? Clear. Fourth and finally, you'll get me to the nearest pastry shop from our current location.[/color] All his points explained, and nowhere near as wordy as the Astrogenderqueer was. He looked around to see where *here* was, but what was clear was that some battle had taken place, and that it was especially bloody.

[color=5B9C64]"Man, I always miss out on the good stuff!"[/color] he sighed, noticing the group that was likely responsible for the massacre.

[color=5B9C64]"Oh, don't mind us, we're just passing- Wrath?!"[/color] a surprised smile formed around his face and he stared more intently, [color=5B9C64]"Son of a *****! It's you, alright! Come 'ere and gimme a hug!"[/color] he gave Nina a side-glance as he spread his arms, [color=5B9C64]"You might wanna take a few dozen steps back.[/color]

Silence · Mar 18, 2016

Avatar Adventures | Denver | Capitol Building Compound
Daylight
Nightmare

The mobile armory Diana was led into was full off battery swords. She held back a laugh. Why the hell do they need to charge swords? They must be really desperate. She noticed them being at 20% to 50%, meaning they weren't ready yet - and easy to sabotage.

Her partner started to attach more to the power supply. Diana inspected them closely, deciding to get several of those in a second.
"You know, these are nothing compared to the kind of stuff the Winds of Destruction use. I remember seeing General Sundowner in action once. He has these cool looking machete kinda things that like turn into massive scissors. He cut an entire APC in two with them once. Man, what a time to be alive, eh Jackson?" her 'partner' said.

"Indeed, what a time to be alive. I mean, if the Romans had these weapons, nothing would have stopped them. Imagine an empire, spanning across the earth! I hope I can get my hands on these weapons soon. I mean, what even could stop us? Aside from nature declaring that its rules are not as easily broken as you think.

In fact, I prefer weapons made by nature itself. This here, this is utter garbage. Who even thinks of battery swords? This is utterly ridiculous! Out here, only the strong survive, not people who need something like that. You gotta follow the laws of the wild - fuck, I love t̨̬̝͕͚h̼͙̱̠̞̼͠a̠̝t͏͉ ͙͎s̗̟̯̕o̤̙͞n̸g.̢͉͓͎͖̬̩̦ ̤̜͉̬͎͇͘R͟U͎͉̘̺̭̘͞L̖̺̪̦̬̥̬͠Ḛ̝̥͖́S̼̭͖̘̹̥̝ ̘͖̺ͅO̡̟̦F̙̪ ҉̣̙̪Ņ̳̳̥͉̞A̸̗̹͇̠͍T͓̬̖̖̜U̦͚͕R̺͚͕͈͎Ḛ̴̭!̴"

"Ą̹̻̳n̲̭͜d͙͓̭͟ ̴̯͖̝̫̫ͅt͇̼͚͎͔̖͟h̛̫̙͍e̖̝͘y̟̭̘̜ ̩̰̠͉̟̲͜r̴̙͈̫̱u̬n̟̱̭̤̥͙͝ ͇w̷͔h͓e̲͙̺̻̗̣n ̴̰̩t̶̩̻̺ḥ͎̗e ͏̝̙̺̳s͏̦͇̭u̴̪͍̘̞̥̬̳n͓͚̖͉̬͚ ̢̤͔̬c̠̝̙̠̱̮̩͘om͍̠ȩ͖͔̥ͅs̡̘̮̭ ͍͓̮̀u͏͍̯̻p͈̤̹͕̱̜̙͟,͍͙̥
̞͙̻̼͎W͔͈i̩̹͚t͏h̵̙̲̰̞̠̣͙ ̘͇t̖͚͓̲he͡i̙̲̪ŕ͕ ̫͙̘̱̞̫l̨̻̥̺͖i̸̖̣̲̯̮v̪̰̮͚̺̼͠e̮̳͖͓̘͍s͈̲̀ ̩̟̺͎͉ͅͅo̺̜͟n̲̩̲̖ t̖̟̙̱̬̘he͉͇͉ ̙̯͓͇̠l̵̥̳̲̩͕̤i̛̝̫̲n̟̳̠̲ͅe̩
̛̘̣̯Ạ̲̞L͞I̳̙̲̲̣͞V͖̻̣E!̴̼͖ ̲F̮̥̝͎͞o͍̯̹͔̬̪ŗ̘̼̥̗ ҉̫̭̝̜̜̙̖a҉͍̟͎̝ ̫̭̼̰̞͡w̖̙͙͉̝h̶̻͎̗̠̰ͅi̩̦̻̰̜̙l̤̟͙̖̟e̻̝̝,̸̩̬̫̪
̦̙̤̯N̸̼̠̠̫O͍͚̹͓ ̝͙̬̝̦̻̰C͝H̷͙̪̞͕͓O̟̲I̯̮̺͇͈̜͓C̴̦͚͔̲E͙̩͈!̧͍ ̨̥̘̫̳̟G̥͔͠o̘̣͘t̙̳̻̳̺͉t͙̀ͅa̛ ̮̯̪͓͢f̱̘̮ơ̰̹̺ll͉̠̘̞̤͖o͏͕̰̗̲ͅw̟̫ ̣̘t̙̲̲̩̭́h͍͇̜͈͉e̕ͅ ̷̙̘̝̬l̯͍aw̵̻̜͙̞̲s̬͇̜͙̝̳ ̖̱̤̣͚o̞̰͕̻ͅf̮̼͇ͅ ̠̟̫̭̭̟t͎̗͖͖̠͖̻h͡e̶̞̯̯ ̖̪̖w͕̮̭̗i̦̜ld̼!̦͖̜"
̹̦̬̖̞͙̻

Jackson was keeping up her small-talk behind the man full of steel. He did not listen carefully, as he plugged in the blades. But then Jackson seemed to go off the rails. She should have been excited about working here. She should not call his beloved blades 'utter garbage'. Something was wrong. He turned, to look at her.

Jackson wasn't there anymore. Instead, the door was closed, and the only thing inside the armory with him was some kind of grotesque monster. Black, slimy, tentacles, and hard to describe. He was a cyborg, he did not run - not that he could, anyways - but what he saw would have let any human being whose feelings of fear weren't suppressed, running. Even he felt it, and he should not, at all. It was just in the blink of an eye, in which he grabbed a sword, and looked upwards, into a deep black nothingness full of teeth.

His head was bitten off, before he could even react.

After a few seconds of chewing, Nightmare spit it out again. "M̩̘̭e͚̻̤̜̺t̨̤̺̘̦͔̞͝ą̧̯͚l̳͓͈ ̸̯͙̞̮̝̯͍̳͜F̡̣ͅU̴͍̩̰̪̥̺C͔̦̕Ḵ͎̠ͅS̢̺͢!͎̗̰̺̰͖͈͞͠" it said, before it turned back into Jackson.
Whistling to herself, occasionally kicking the head, Diana started to unplug every single blade, apart from the few, armor-breaking and otherwise, she needed.

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She went on for a bit, occasionally changing into a gorilla to snap some of the weapons in half. As she saw that 'hers' were charged, she put four of the swords, three armor-breaking and one of those special HF blades, on her back (her suit, fittingly, grew some sheaths).

Shortly glancing outside, Diana/Jackson opened and closed the door while noone was looking, then straight up walked to the pod, where the creature was held inside. "All ready and charged." she announced, with a smile. "You can get your blade if you want, now."

Cyborgs wanting to do that would be on their way to the armory, only finding absolute destruction inside, broken blades and bits and parts of the body of one of their own. Blood everywhere.
Diana, meanwhile, drew two of the anti-armor swords, played a little bit with them in her hands, activating them, before her arms grewto the size of a gorillas again, and she rammed the swords into the pod controls.

If she was lucky, not many people were looking to witness the sabotage immediately. The arms got normal size again, and Diana and her equipment seemed to vanish - actually taking the colours of her surroundings, in a type of chameleon-styled camouflage.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Mar 19, 2016

Civilian Location No. 5: Dolores, Nadalia, Sloth, Wrath

After the way that Dolores greeted the police that arrived on scene, it was no surprise that backup was called in.
While she was having a "Modest disagreement" with her allies, the ground began to rumble as heavy armor was moved into the area, namely in the form of a GRAD Model UG [http://cdn.gamerant.com/wp-content/uploads/Metal-Gear-Rising-Revengeance-Grad-pillbox.jpg].
The second it got a visual, it began to open fire, first with a heavy tank canon and then with a salvo of missiles, neither of which seemed too fussed with avoiding collateral damage.
Alongside the GRAD was a trio of support infantry with Twin Blades [http://cdn.gamerant.com/wp-content/uploads/Metal-Gear-Rising-Revengeance-Cyborg-Standard-2-sword-ready.jpg], running at an impressive pace alongside the armor before attempting to try and get within melee range of the targets.

Capitol Building Compound: Kalastryn, Dream

Kalastryn's escape attempt did confuse the attacker as she seemed to up and vanish into thin air, going so far as to even decloak and Reveal himself [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/killerinstinct/images/1/14/Fulgore_Render_Small.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140412181113] (Even if no one seemed to be looking).
A quick review of what had happened prompted the machine to scan the area for a moment before having the bright idea to just look up, noticing a figure not unlike the target he had attempted to engage.
Opening up a panel on the inside of his wrist, it relayed this information to the GRAD emplacements in the compound, prompting them to start to take aim at the skies before a hail of lead and missiles began to race towards the fleeing intruder.

As the sounds of cannon fire began to fill the air, Dream's attack on the control pod allowed the creature to finally be "Free" as the container it was in began to open, sparking and exploding slightly as it did.
Before it was finished however, the creature punched the container, shattering it as it began to stand upright in a robotic manner.
The "Digimon" [http://i.imgur.com/NH07U0m.jpg?1] then spasmed slightly as the rest of it's systems came online.

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[color=dodgerblue][UNIT : DEPLOYED]
[SYSTEMS FUNCTIONAL]
[INCOMING TRANSMISSION : MISSION PARAMETERS UPDATED]
[COMBAT PROTOCOL ENGAGED : MISSION START][/color]

It spoke a heavily modulated but female voice as it began to scan it's surroundings, only to pause for a moment as it activated an Alien looking blade [http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JUBZYGU74WM/VZQ15vA-MkI/AAAAAAAAASM/uGc0D57m2Qg/s1600/Warp%2BBlade.png] from both it's wrists.

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[color=dodgerblue][UNKNOWN PSIONIC IN AREA : PREPARING TO ENGAGE][/color]

it droned before making a bee line right to where Dream was hiding, seeming able to detect her despite her camo.

bluerocker · Mar 22, 2016

Brainwashed Mob No. 1: Caim, Angelus

Angelus tried to hold up a hand to make a shushing expression, and her eyes darted to the rest of the camp to find another place to dart too, and tried to duck around another tent closer to her query. Her hand turned to Kingsblood, unsheathing the blade should things take a turn for the unfortunate. Of course, she didn't explicitly have the intent to kill these brainwashed civilians (the flat of a blade did make for a good bludgeon), she had every intent to defend herself.

Caim on the other hand, hand still on Knights Vow, continued to rap the lance against the ground, then moved further away to another tent, and rapped it upon the ground again. While Angelus had moved inwards towards the camp, Caim was doing the opposite; he was attempting to draw potential foes out.

Brainwashed Mob No. 3: Teri, Garm

Teri grit her teeth as the situation began to unfold, the mob beginning to descend on the wolf/husky pack. Over the ring, she contacted her lupine partner, [color=0e59e4]"Don't hurt them - if they begin to overwhelm you, disengage!"[/color]

Following that, her attention turned back to the man with the iPod. The Cleric adjusted her position into the Water Stance, and drew her arrow, nocking it and taking aim. She paused, allowing the stance's calming influence to wash over her mind; she had to make this shot just right, it was simply a matter of choosing the right moment - *TWANG!*

The arrow, now bearing the icy sheen of a previous spell, flew true and pierced the offending item; spiderwebing patterns of ice filling the cracks the arrow had left behind.

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

As things began to get steadily worse and worse, Cadolbolg looked to Ton Ton, his pact bond acting as the most efficient means of communication with the Tonberry, "They're really rowdy now! I guess we just need to take the plunge, right?"

[color=15650D]"I think so. The Mistress used to say that 'Fortune favors the bold', meaning we just need to go in and do it then."[/color] Ton Ton held up his knife like a little knight, and looked back to their query, [color=15650D]"I'm ready when you are."[/color]

"We can get one each on the first jump, it'll be the third one that'll be a problem. On my mark, one, two -"

Before three could be said, the duo charged towards their target; leaping into the air and digging their respective Knife/Bladed tail into two of the devices; leaving one functional (and hopefully under enough cover to allow for them to get the third without incident).

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

Luke gave a genteel smile to the young Ish and gave a small (albeit faux) laugh at his concerns, and spoke to placate the lad, [color=eca222]"I'm not sure about that. If anything, I think that our new friend here is simply very hungry. It's not uncommon for jokesters to call meats 'flesh' in a darkly affectionate way way."[/color]

After he finished his thought, the Bartender waved one of the imps over and directed it to Anjali, [color=eca222]"Simply ask that imp for what you'd like to eat, and they'll bring something out in short time; at least, to the best of their abilities."[/color]

In the meantime, however, a new customer had approached the bar. Strange, Luke didn't notice her coming in at all; it was almost as if she appeared out of thin air. The "face" he had put on for Farbar slipped, a perplexed look taking it's place for but a brief moment, before the bartender remembered he had an order. Taking a chilled glass out, the bartender grabbed a bottle of applejack, grenadine, and lime juice and shook the trio together. After pouring the mixture and skewering a thin appleslice, the blond pushed the drink forward, [color=eca222]"One Jack Rose [http://mixthatdrink.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/jack-rose-cocktail-600x600.jpg]...Interesting, I recall these being out of style until very recently."[/color][footnote]At least that's what I dug up when I did a google. They rose back in popularity around 2015 after being obscure for a while; partially due to bars not carrying applejack around.[/footnote]

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]

"...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.

"With language like that, no wonder you don't have any lady friends."
After that little quip, the duo charged towards the gunmen, Inuart nonchalantly advancing towards his would-be assailants while Furiae ducked and weaved around the patterns of fire. The redhead of the duo took his sword, raised it high and brought it downwards, sending a wave of ice towards some of the assailants, while Furiae threw a well placed knife into one of the shooters' skulls, and got close enough to cut another one with her plasma knife. After doing so, she shouted over her shoulder and answered Inuart's little barb,
"Please, Hien is terrible with everyone he meets! You should know, you met him!"

Generic NPC 22 · Mar 23, 2016

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"[small]Nuts...[/small]" The Rising Dawn's Microsoft Certified Systems Engineer muttered quietly as she regarded the sequences of events that had just recently unfolded. Between the arrival of the Denver's Finest, the Eddie and Nina's departure and David West telling the group scatter and meet up with other members of the Rising Dawn's assault team. Not everything was all rain drops and shit sandwiches though, the fact that the One Brain Celled Angel's singular brain cell was almost splattered across the walls of the Projection Room brought a small smile to the Certifiable Hacker's face, not that she wanted to see (D)Ic(k)arus' grey matter used as interior paint... it just would have brought some semblance of clarity to an already chaotic situation. Speaking of chaotic, the Hulk-like departure of Eddie, complete with leaping through the hole that he had made during his arrival, did little to assist any of the people still trapped in the apartment building, surrounded with a bunch of trigger happy boys in blue just itching to turn the building into so much Swiss cheese haped drywall. Not only did the only guy whose Undead status nullify the principal effect of bullets, he managed to take the newest member of Katya's Obsession Club, Nina, with him.

With the Eddie Kong and his Ann Darrow out of the picture, this left Katya, ARES, Miia, (D)Ic(k)arus, David and Ryan in the projection room. While Ryan could teleport Miia and himself out of the area and ARES, (D)Ic(k)arus and his Winged Iguana could fly out of the area out of range of the bullets, David and Katya could not. On top of that, David was rather hell bent on playing rear guard/sacrificial lamb.

"Everyone! Out of the building! You can run and argue at the same time! I'll run distraction while-" The Irish Sniper started to say before he was interrupted both by Eddie's words and his exit.

"That's about the dumbest idea I've heard today... and I've had to listen to this numb skull," The Young Miss Rostikova said before jamming her thumb in the direction of (D)Ic(k)arus, "You run distraction and what... catch a sudden and severe case of lead poisoning? You run distraction and what... get captured by the Little Piggies, taken to Piggy Prison and turned into the Piggy's own Pokey Pig? You run distraction and what... hold off the little Denver's Finest, get your own spot on Cops before being mind raped by Bison? I don't think that you've thought your plan through very well, Mister Snipey McSniperson."

Having sent enough disparagement in David West's general direction, the Rising Dawn's Resident Digital Puppeteer walked over to the two remaining corpses in the room. The formerly living Projection Room Technicians were relatively intact, save for a few gashes that had been made by the shrapnel created by Eddie the Dead's arrival. This was fine. So long as the brains were relatively intact, the bodies would suit Katya's purpose. Holding both index fingers in the air, the young Internet Troll created a pair of small black liquid droplets. Teaming with nano-agents, the droplets would burrow themselves into the bodies, find the motor cortex and assume control of the bodies. Katya smeared each of the droplets on the lips of both corpses and watched as the liquid mass slipped into the mens' slightly parted mouths.

"I'd close my eyes if I were you, Miia" The Neo-Necromancer said as she silently commanded the bodies to start moving. For a moment, where was nothing but the twitching of muscles while the Nano-Agents went through the process of discovering which nerve clusters controlled which body part. A slightly loud cracking noise echoed in the room as an elbow was hyper-extended caused by the over contraction of a tricep muscle before being set back into place by the bicep. Moments later, the testing stopped and the Projection Room Technicians rose to their feet, looking about their surroundings with eyes skill fogged over by death. One of them grabbed a pistol from the dead Security Officer while the other grabbed a sub machine gun that had been issued to him.

"New plan, David. Yakko and Wakko here will play the role of rear guard while we blow this popscicle stand." The Master of Puppets said with a smile as she walked through the door and pressed the UP call button on the elevator in the hallway, "Since the little piggies are down there, we're going to play it safe and escape across the roof tops... I mean it works in the movies, right?" Katya chuckled slightly at the last part as the elevator door opened.

Of course, in most movies, the actors had stunt men and stunt men had giant safety nets to catch them if something went wrong. All David West had was a teenage girl that could hurl him across the gaps between the buildings.

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A familiar and beloved voice spoke from behind Ruby Babbage-Lovelace as she concentrated on the charms required to complete the alterations of Miss Anjali's uniform. It was a voice that Ruby felt like she'd not heard in far too long but remembered hearing just yesterday. It was a voice as revered to the young girl as any God's voice. It was the voice of Ruby's own mother, Deborah Cerulean.

"Ruby, just be sure not to go overboard with it okay? You don't want that clothing to suddenly become familiars again do you?" Ruby's Mother said as she flashed a smile at Miss Anjali, "Don't worry about it though, Ruby's a smart girl. I'm sure she has a good idea how much magic she's putting into those charms."

"It... was... just... that... one... time... Mommy... I... cleaned... the... mess... afterward... didn't... I?" Ruby said as she poured much of her concentration, more concentration than any nine-year old child had any right to possess outside of important things like a nice game of Jenga, into finishing Miss Anjali's uniform without causing it to explode into a cloud of thread, "If... you... just... let... me... concentrate... I... think... most... people... would... like... it... if... I... could... keep... Miss... Anjali's... clothes... from... exploding... off... of... her... body."

What a naive thing to say, dear child. It was highly doubtful that anyone would have been overly offended, besides Miss Anjali, if the Undead Woman's clothing were to suddenly explode off of her body and expose all her skin to the world.

"And done!" Sienna said with a smile on her face, happy that she'd completed the spell without so much as a hiccup. Turning to her mother the child ran up to the woman in blue and jumped into her arms, "I've been looking for you! You missed breakfast and I had to eat without you! They make their food here REALLY spicy, even their scrambled eggs... but... I..." The nine-year old girl paused in the way a guilty nine-year old girl pauses " I... had a milk shake for breakfast."

They say that if you give the child an inch, they'll take a mile. Since Ruby's Mother had been absent that morning, it was only natural that the young girl would have gone with such a sweet delight to start off her day. Still, it did not mean that Ruby was unaware that it was wrong of her to do... but then again she had been sick... maybe her mother would only let her off with a bit of a warning.

"Where'd you go, anyways? Did you have to pick up some medicine?" Ruby asked, passively reminding her mother that her child HAD been in the Medical Ward that morning.

A distance away from Rory Mercury observed the interaction between mother and daughter with some bit of interest. Her old godly senses could still detect the sweet and innocent scent of love shared between mother and daughter. The Demi-Goddess' lips curved into a smile as she regarded the interaction for a few seconds longer before turning her attention to her new cohort that was wrapped around her.

Naamah's body was heavier than normal and felt cold, causing a slight chill to run up Emloy's Apostle's Spine. Looking down at the Ship's Record Keeper, Rory noticed that Naamah was also watching both Deborah and Ruby.

"Watching children and their mothers always makes me smile," Rory observed absently to her scarf, "Naamah, it's impolite to stare, you know." The young looking Priestess teases as she ran a finger across her cohort's body, "Of course, I'm sure you've had little opportunity to record the interactions between parents and the children aboard this AirShip. I'm sure not many parents could call themselves good parents if they brought their children aboard this WarShip."

Looking out the window, Rory noticed a familiar grey mass that had leaped from one building to another location in the city below.

"It ... looks like Eddie is having some fun." The Demi-Goddess of Death said in a breathy voice. Sitting in the Canteen, Rory Mercury felt her cheeks flush and her body start to quiver at the slightest of provocations. Death... Death was happening in Denver. Not in mass droves but a few souls had already passed through Rory's own body before finding their way to their afterlife.

NotYetForsaken · Mar 23, 2016

Postmodern Mysticism
Location: Canteen | Rising Dawn
Kindle not the fire that you cannot extinguish.

Titania

Deborah smiled kindly at Luke, "Ah, but the color of this so compliments my eyes. I have been fond of it since I was old enough to drink." She tipped the glass gently against her lips and let the drink dribble in. She savored the sweetness of the drink - the intensity of the flavor. After she felt satisfied with the amount glazing her tongue she set the glass back down and swallowed. "You make it well, though I do like it... sweeter." She stuck out her tongue slightly. It was a brilliant red, and hard to tell as a result of the cocktail or her lipstick.

You are enjoying this a little too much. The word "slave" danced closely on my tongue although I had sworn off calling her that.

Ruby threw herself at Deborah, slamming into the woman's ample bosom. "I've been looking for you! You missed breakfast and I had to eat without you! They make their food here REALLY spicy, even their scrambled eggs... but... I..." my 'daughter' paused, " I... had a milk shake for breakfast."

Deborah laughed in that good-natured girlish way of hers, She laughed gently with her eyes closed and the back of her hand covering her mouth and with her head tilted just so so you could see the nape of her neck and the few stray strands of raven hair. She put her hands on Ruby's head and kissed her forehead, "Oh Ruby, that's absolutely fine. I know you're still recovering from your fever, and a milkshake must have been very cathartic for you! Just look at how energetic you are now!"

Oh so you're the Good Cop in this relationship?

""Where'd you go, anyways? Did you have to pick up some medicine?"

"Not medicine, but a charm to make you feel better!" Deborah reached into her cleavage and produced a small round device. It looked halfway between technological and magical. Elegantly craft of gold but still reminiscent of a gear or a hatch. Deborah pinned it on Ruby. It was some sort of hairpin.

A causality anchor huh? Guess that'll stop her essence from bleeding out when the original's walking around.

"Don't go losing that, I put a lot of work into finding a magic charm like that, and I'm not confident that I could find another one of those!"

I looked at Naamah, who kept her eye on the couple. So you've realized what Ruby is huh? You're smarter than I give you credit for, machine. In fact the precision with which the BlackHarte spawn was manipulating probabilistic events was astounding. It looked like both Deborah and Ruby genuinely believed that they had both existed in the same timeline. Going from having no idea of Ruby's origins to an accurate grasp of that specific reality was more than impressive... it was impossible.

Naamah was less than amiable at the moment. It seemed that the little monster had capped out it's processing power for the moment.

Code:

"Something in that sense,"

Naamah answered. She kept her eye on the two. Then it hit me. The only thing that Naamah was observing was the causality anchor... she wasn't controlling the events at all. It was... it was Ruby. That's why it all flowed so smoothly. Whatever preconceptions that Ruby had of Deborah was being created and observed by means of that anchor. Naamah had turned Ruby into what amounted to a living Causality Weapon, if a causality weapon was infinitely more benign that is. The spawn still had no idea what Ruby was! After the anchor was secured onto Ruby Naamah relaxed.

Code:

"It is indeed rare to find children aboard, although it is not without precedent. Though the few we had come before were... more troublesome."

She shivered, the machine's cruel imitation of a laugh I suppose,

Code:

[b]"One was even a cannibal."[/b]

Naamah turned her head to look at Rory.

Code:

"You seem to have become very aroused. Would you like me to relieve you of the pressure building within you?"

Naamah's body shimmered and undulated.

Code:

"It would be a little more expedient than what happened the last time."

Silence · Mar 23, 2016

Avatar Adventures | Denver | Capitol Building Compound
Daylight
Diana | Kalastryn

Code:

[color=dodgerblue][UNKNOWN PSIONIC IN AREA : PREPARING TO ENGAGE][/color]

"Oh, fuuu~" Diana said to herself, as she shapeshifted herself some wings, black and edgy enough to give Icarus a run for his money. Of course. Chameleon never works. Especially against psionics.

The Digimon thing came rushing to her, rushing past soldiers, machinery and some cardboard boxes, fast enough to nearly hit Diana while she was going up, into the air - even though this was not a safe place as well, as bullets and missiles were flying past her, onto another target.

"Hey, I'm not much of a fighter." Diana joked towards the ugly thing under her. "Just leave me alone, okay?" Her voice badly imitating some angst-filled teenager. She kept rising upwards, still having a chameleon-styled body and suit, so she was hardly visible in the sky (although a shadow on the ground or someone trying to look into the sun while she was blocking it could roughly tell her position).

"Bye, then." She talked shit, keeping out of the bullet shooting gallery and looking down on Garderobot, until she finally flew higher, once she was out of range of most robot-bits.

The Digimon should, and could run out of mind-control-battery while she was away, as that was what she had planned. She herself could look somewhere else, maybe try sabotaging something else.

In fact, she did spot someone up there, unexpectedly. "Hey, Kalastryn, what'cha doing up there?" Diana called to her. "I met some kind of ugly mind-controlled Robo-Digimon from the Rising Dawn, I tried to free her, but she attacked me. Could it be that her heart was broken by someone? After the act, of course, that's normally how people go crazy.

Anyways, just waiting until she runs out of battery charges now. You?"

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"There you go Miss Anjali. Do you want it in any different colors or materials or looks?" Ruby said to Anjali, not concerned about her previous mishap. She had quickly and magically changed Anjali's ill-fitting and itching clothing, at first fitting it to her body, then even changing the material to something Anjali knew far better. Her new body still did not seem to like it perfectly, but it was the difference between allergy-inducing clothing and just having a different preference. Anjali herself was not even sure what she would prefer instead, so she smiled to Ruby:
"Thank you, thiss iss sso much better. I ... honesstly, I never had the right to choosse my own dressses, so ... if you can do anything, I have no idea what I would want.
I think the material iss fine, and thiss ... uniform, maybe make it have more decorations?
You know so much more about it than me, though. I trust your judgment!"

Ruby was still working on some charms when a woman Anjali had not seen before chimed in: "Ruby, just be sure not to go overboard with it okay? You don't want that clothing to suddenly become familiars again do you?" She flashed a smile at Anjali, "Don't worry about it though, Ruby's a smart girl. I'm sure she has a good idea how much magic she's putting into those charms."

"Familiars?" Anjali asked confused. "Right now it feelss good though. I believe you are doing good, Ruby." She said, trying to reassure Ruby and not let her accidentally screw up her clothing, even though Ruby seemingly was doing quite fine. Anjali wondered if she should be concerned about the magic, but it all seemed well so far.

Letting Ruby work further, her gaze wandered over the people inside the canteen, until she noticed the other kid staring at her in fear. "I-is that an..." he quavered softly, stopping to swallow hard, "An undead? A real one this time?"

Trying to calm him down a little bit, Anjali smiled at him, and tried to speak softly: "Umm ... I think you could ssay that? But ... I'm not evil or ssomething. You could sssay I wass jusst born? Ssomething like that. I won't hurt you."

The bartender, Luke, tried to calm Farber down as well, although he said things mostly contradicting her own statement - and her behaviour, as she did not seem in the mood for jokes. Still, maybe it would work to calm the kid.

[color=eca222]"I'm not sure about that. If anything, I think that our new friend here is simply very hungry. It's not uncommon for jokesters to call meats 'flesh' in a darkly affectionate way way."[/color] He then turned to Anjali again, while waving over an imp. [color=eca222]"Simply ask that imp for what you'd like to eat, and they'll bring something out in short time; at least, to the best of their abilities."[/color]

"Uh ... alright." Anjali answered unsurely, then turned to the imp. She felt this craving in her body again, as soon as the imp waited for her order, but this time she was quiet enough so only he could hear it. [sub]"Umm ... I feel like eating raw meat or ssssomething, but ... I have no idea. Could you ... umm ... could you bring me ssssome?"[/sub]

Luckily for Anjali, no blood was flowing in her body anymore, otherwise her embarrassment about what she craved would have been visible for all. It also saved her from showing more of her embarrassment about what Ruby said as she finished working on Anjali's clothes.

"If... you... just... let... me... concentrate... I... think... most... people... would... like... it... if... I... could... keep... Miss... Anjali's... clothes... from... exploding... off... of... her... body.

Anjali smiled awkwardly to her. "Thank you sso very much.", but Ruby was already jumping away from her, apparently into the arms of her mother. Anjali felt a minor sting in her breast, as she realized that her own mother was probably long dead, and did not have a happy life after Anjali's at least temporary death.

Ruby's mother gave Ruby some kind of gift, while Anjali sat down at the table, watching them and the other kid interact.

The Imp came back shortly after, carrying a plate with uncooked liver and other meat around it, still bloody. Anjali looked at it, at the same time disgusted and craving it, took it and tried to hold herself back from wolfing it down, instead awkwardly using knife and fork to eat the raw meat like a normal, cooked, dish, hoping it would not disturb anyone present.

The being inside her seemed content with what she was doing so far, eating and observing, although it sometimes seemed wanting her to look at places where she could not spot anything noteworthy.

Zepherus14 · Mar 23, 2016

Denver, Colorado - Some building
David, Ryan, Miia, ARES, Dr. Insaneo, Katya, Nina and Phillip, Eddie, Icarus, anyone else

Nina had lifted her head up just enough so she could see ARES from beneath her hair when she was ranted on. "WELL It's not like this was my idea to be here in the first place! When Ryan suggested "Come with me if you want to live" I wasn't thinking he'd be putting me in a crowd of twats that don't understand the meaning of SCATTER and REGROUP!! All going in one place isn't scattering!" Nina retorted back, quite peeved she was being harped on for nothing she really had any control over.

[color=5B9C64]"Well, you heard Mr. Jenkins. You 'heroes' should go do your 'hero' stuff. I have sweets to acquire."[/color] Having not been listening to Eddie, but when she magically started levitating from her spot on the floor and her hair 'shield' flopping to her side, she looked up to see Eddie lifting her with no real issues. "Hey, what are you doing!?"

[color=5B9C64]"And since Ms Souffle over here decided to label me a hero, "You are the last person I'd call a hero" I'll be taking a weight off your shoulders and getting the civilian to safety, free of charge."[/color] "You know, that's really thoughtful and everything-" Nina protested as she started squirming, although Eddie's grip on her was absurdly strong. [color=5B9C64]"No, no, I insist"[/color]"I insist nothing! Let me go! I'm not going anywhere with you!" [color=5B9C64]"Brace for impact."[/color] "WHAT!? Impact?! No! No, no, no- AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa[small]aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...[/small]" Nina protested further before blasting off like Team Rocket. Nina's clutched the back Phillip was in tightly as she sailed through the air, eye closed shut, as Phillip wraithed around in his confines, not overly happy of the whole situation.

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Now Nina had considered years ago, 'You know, skydiving could be fun.' she'd get to see a lot of really cool things the rushing wind through her hair, but that nagging feeling of 'What is the parachute doesn't work?' always stopped her right in her tracks. Well on Eddie Airlines, parachutes not opening wasn't even on the table for problems anymore. No it was over in the neighbouring Dunkin Donuts shop, because Eddie Airlines don't have sodding parachutes!! "[small]aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa[/small]aaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Luckily for Nina, Eddie's large stature and his landing angle didn't snap Nina like a brittle twig upon meeting the ground once more, swinging literally by the seat of her pants. Once he'd finally come to a stop and Nina was let go, she quickly scrambled to her feet, gave herself a good 2 meters of distance from Eddie and checked she hadn't broken anything. Phillip had settled down again, feeling that once again it was on the ground, although Nina was still hanging onto the dufflebag instead of it hanging by her side.

Although Nina would listen to Eddie's illogical tirade, she was a tad more concerned with where they were right now. Let's be honest, after someone was nearly shot, concerns of actually getting shot go significantly up, and Nina as it was previously stated didn't like the idea of cosplaying a block of swiss cheese. Nina would have to try to explain to the towering idiot, when you barge into someone's house and go and eat food from their garbage, when said food wasn't even being made for them in the first place, there isn't much credence to their opinions on such matters. "You gotta be kidding me!? All that shit and you're wanting me to take you to a pastry shop, lord knows I wouldn't mind a cookie or two myself but that doesn't mean...[small]he's not listening...[/small]" Nina deflated somewhat as she noticed Eddie had stopped paying attention to her once he was done his speech.

[color=5B9C64]"Man, I always miss out on the good stuff!"[/color] he sighed, Nina looking around the area, her expression was a lot less horrified than it should have been. Her gaze though falling on one very large and rather angry looking woman.

[color=5B9C64]"Oh, don't mind us, we're just passing- Wrath?!"[/color] Eddie then called out, the woman in question giving some attention to her name. 'Holy shit she's huge!' Nina thought, her eyes widening as Eddie looked like he was wanting a hug. Nina already giving him a couple extra meters space even before he mentioned. [color=5B9C64]"You might wanna take a few dozen steps back."[/color]

The ground rumbling with robots, and twin blade Metal Gear guys running towards them however, also got Nina's attention, making her point towards the incoming horde of baddies. One of the missiles exploding in a indiscriminate location was the final straw, since she might hate Eddie at this point, he was currently the only person here she knew, and he seemed to have a vested interest in her. "OKAY! FINE! I'll take you to a stupid pastry shop! Just don't let those nutjobs hurt me!" She cried, not happy at all by this turn, but at least there was a good chance she'd get out of this unscathed.

Texas Joker 52 · Mar 25, 2016

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As befitting their nature, the arrival of their groups new additions were unexpected to say the least. While Sloth had been in the middle of lamenting the fact that his plans had gone so awry, and Wrath's temper was building up again, the shower of asphalt and the ground-shaking thud had interrupted the trains of thought of both Vices. The two recoiled as the cloud of dust washed over the two of them, and had started to hack and cough as the first voice called out through the haze.

"[color=5B9C64]Thank you for using Eddie Airlines![/color]"

"What the... The fuck?" Wrath grumbled between choking gasps, squinting her remaining eye to try and see just who it was that had the balls to drop in like that.

She could clearly see the silhouettes of two people, but it was hard to really make them out, until the dust finally settled and her lips spread into a wide grin. She dropped her Violence Hammer head-down onto the pavement and placed her free hand on a hip as she called out.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Heavy Metal King himself." she said, shaking her head and chuckling softly to herself.

"[color=5B9C64]Oh, don't mind us, we're just passing- Wrath?![/color]"

Eddie looked just as surprised to see her as she was to see him, but he spread his arms and grinned right back, even as Wrath started to rush towards him, picking him up and giving him a godly bear-hug.

"It's damn good to see you! You know, I heard your scream earlier in my room at the Vice's realm. Shit, I think they heard you several RP's over!" she told him as she set him down and lightly jabbed him in the shoulder.

"Careful there, Wrath. You know the first and second rules about being in a roleplay: You don't talk about the roleplay." Sloth said as he stepped forward to join the two, and was about to say something more until they could start to hear the rumble of a heavy engine.

Both Vices turned their heads in unison to find the source. And were greeted to the sight of a tank in middle of the street, accompanied by three thickly-armored soldiers with twin-blades. The tank didn't waste any time, firing it's main cannon and launching a salvo of missiles. Sloth had no clue what it managed to hit with it's main cannon, all he knew was that it didn't hit him, or Wrath.

Raising his hands, Sloth focused on the missiles as they streaked toward the group and concentrated. Within an instant, they slowed noticeably, as if they were trying to fly through thick syrup. As Eddie's 'passenger' screamed out about a pastry shop, Sloth glanced back at Wrath.

"I have the missiles slowed, someone destroy them! Wrath--" he called out, only for the Amazonian woman to rush forward before he could finish.

"The tank is mine!" she roared, leaping into the air with a powerful kick.

Leaving a crater in her wake, she soared high above the snail-paced rockets and reared back her hammer as she picked her target: The machine gun mounted to the top of the tank. But the tank's gun was quick, spotting her in mid-air and lining up the barrel for a shot. As Wrath landed and slammed the Violence Hammer down onto the top of the tank, there was a bark of gunfire punctuated by an awful metal crunch.

It was clear enough that the machine gun was a dead loss, but as Wrath straightened, it was also clear that the exchange between automated gun and Vice hadn't been entirely one-sided as a trio of harsh bullet wounds across her left shoulder started to bleed.

With another roar, Wrath lifted her hammer one handed, readying another blow.

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Despite the chill of fear running up his spine, Farber didn't move to throw the small fireball in the palm of his hand. Instead, he cautiously eyed the undead woman. When her clothes started to shift and change, it was enough to distract him from the fact that she was undead in the first place. Turning to watch with awe, the flame in his hand died out quickly enough, and he couldn't help but frown a little, glancing over at Ruby and realizing that she was the one changing the odd jumpsuit into something better suiting of Anjali's physique.

It had to be the same kind of magic that was controlling the ribbons that had caught him earlier that day. Eyeing Ruby with more curiosity, Farber took an absentminded sip of his milkshake before the bartender caught his attention.

"[color=eca222]I'm not sure about that. If anything, I think that our new friend here is simply very hungry. It's not uncommon for jokesters to call meats 'flesh' in a darkly affectionate way way.[/color]"

Looking back at him, the young Ish could only frown and wonder if the 'jokesters' around there were just as bad as the ones in the streets where he grew up. Still, he wasn't entirely convinced. Especially after Anjali herself spoke up and he regarded her with a backward look.

"Umm ... I think you could ssay that? But ... I'm not evil or ssomething. You could sssay I wass jusst born? Ssomething like that. I won't hurt you."

"If you say so..." he murmured doubtfully.

He glanced up as another arrival to the canteen drew his gaze. Or at least, he thought they just came in, though it was possible they were there the entire time and he hadn't noticed. And that was hardly the only strange thing about her, because she looked... Oddly familiar. He furrowed his brow and started to turn to Ruby to ask who she was before the woman spoke.

"Ruby, just be sure not to go overboard with it okay? You don't want that clothing to suddenly become familiars again do you? Don't worry about it though, Ruby's a smart girl. I'm sure she has a good idea how much magic she's putting into those charms."

He blinked, frowning. It was clear that she knew Ruby, so Ruby probably knew who she was. He finally looked over at the deeply-concentrating little girl as she ground out a response.

"It... was... just... that... one... time... Mommy... I... cleaned... the... mess... afterward... didn't... I?"

Mommy? Oh. Farber felt a surge of discomfort as he realized why that lady looked so familiar, it was family resemblance. Turning back to the bar, he hunched over his milkshake and tuned out the exchange between his new friend and her mother. The fact of it was, there was something about family interactions like that that always made him feel like he was some kind of trespasser, regardless of whether or not he was actually trespassing on someone else's property.

Not only that, but it forcefully reminded him of his own mother, what little he could remember of her. Snippets of long, raven-colored hair, a sad smile on a pretty face. The warmth of a new wool scarf in the middle of the long, Aeskan winter. And the harsh, cold seat of a lone bench where he was told to wait for her, when she ultimately never came back.

With small frown, he reached up to touch the edge of his scarf, no longer new and clean but old and fraying. Remembering her still made him feel a little sad, but it wasn't as painful as it used to be. Those memories were so fuzzy, and it happened so long ago, that it didn't bring him to tears anymore. It had been ages since it had.

Pushing his half-empty glass away, he slipped down from the bar stool and started to make his way to the doorway leading to the halls. He didn't really want to stick around when such a touching reunion made him feel unhappy.

Orinon · Mar 26, 2016

Denver, Colorado - Some building
David, Ryan, Miia, ARES, Dr. Insaneo, Katya, Nina and Phillip, Eddie, Icarus, anyone else

Icarus had a sobering moment of clarity after nearly dying he breathed heavily forcing himself to be calm, He had felt that undead Abomination attempt to curse him, likely trying to get him killed luckily his Dragon was able to protect him.
After The Mechanical construct known as ARES explained how dire the situation and one of the biggest problems in the room left.
Then the Augmented Audacity that was Clueless Katya, began sputtering about running across rooftops
"Hmm Selena still has Aerial coverage, she could generate barriers to protect us, and Illusion magic combining hers with my own powers, they may not even know we left. This could work Perfectly if all of us were athletic and skilled at parkour. Unfortunately though some of us are more fit than others." He said with a meaningful look at Katya.
"That being said I think we could manage it, Selena could easily make Platforms for us to move across for the not quiet so mobile" he said with a Look at Miia,"But for this to actually work we'd have to move as a UNIT, Since I'm in communication with our best support, That means I'll be taking the lead. Now everyone TO THE ROOF" He announced and Radioed in Selena relaying his plan with that Idea set in motion Icarus then began to charge up a large ball of black lightning His Gemstone glowing Shadow-Fest had stopped appearing beside him as an illusionary image, When everyone was out of the roof and heading up to the roof Icarus decided to get one last use out of the window
"BOOST"
"May as well give them something to Worry about while David and them cover us He then lobbed the strange ball of energy it bounced before breaking and hit the accumulating police force outside, the potent lightning likely causing mayhem and potentially could paralyze, temporarily, any human that it touched luckily he lobbed it far away from where David would have been.
He then ran up the stairs his Athleticism letting him catch up to the group within seconds as they ran up to the rooftop.
Selena was floating 20 feet above the roof sitting atop her broom stick with her legs to the side. she descended down to a mere 4 feet getting ready to cast the many barrier spells. If she had some crystalline dust the barriers would be a lot more resistant, it could also help with her Illusionary spells, it had to be in one of her bags...

Rising Dawn Medical Bay:
Kazuya, The Raven King
The lonely figure smirked as the Demonic CEO Became to slowly bring himself to reality.
"as I told you it is time we had a talk, Azrael Has refused his position and The Replacement was deemed.... unfitting, For this reason for matter concerning the Rising Dawn I have been appointed as the presiding lord death.
I almost took three souls with me the Previous night, I first Came for the Cleric, Then Your Victim Doom and lastly I was to take your soul...." A smile spread across his lips, Kazuya was struggling to breathe let alone talk, But He knew the man didn't believe him.
The raven king snapped his fingers and the Raven this one was huge with a white band on it's Tail.
"This is Targe, One of My faithful Companions, However Consider this If you look into his eyes you can see your own soul reflected back, Go ahead try it if you dare, If you see a black void You'll know your soul-less, DO you have the courage to look?" The raven glided off his shoulder and landed on Kazuya's chest looking at him a glint in it's eyes.

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

What is "normal?" Sounds dumb.

Endless Struggle

The Most Generic of NPCs

Power in Procedure

New member

All hail the Pun Meister!

Doom needs Yoghurt, Badly

New member

What is "normal?" Sounds dumb.

Doom needs Yoghurt, Badly

Endless Struggle

Living undeath to the fullest

Doom needs Yoghurt, Badly

Queen of Cockblocking and Misery

The Most Generic of NPCs

Power in Procedure

Living undeath to the fullest

New member

All hail the Pun Meister!

New member