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

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

World Marshall Secure Location: Anomalous Materials [http://img00.deviantart.net/f187/i/2012/052/e/0/science_by_mikrob-d4qgzfi.jpg]
"I don't believe I was talking to you."
ARES | Viscus | Dimitri | M. Lab Tech ​

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While the M. Lab Tech had seen many technological wonders in his day, this was certainly a treat for him and his research.
The Guard began to ease up not long after her hammerspace was opened, allowing the researchers to take notes and begin to alter their existing designs with this same technology in mind.
"My, My...While I have had the pleasure of working with Protoss Warp Matrix technology, I must say, your creators knew their stuff..." The M. Lab Tech said before he began to think about what she said about ARES units being used as armories.
"Hmm...Could hide quite a lot of weapons in there, couldn't you?" He mused as the Guard once again began to leer at her.
"Alright, I now want you to eject the weapons you have stored one by one. Normally when we get subjects like you, that process is already done but not all our subjects have such vast hammerspace capacity."
"And if you think he means "Fire Everything", I refer back to our previous conversation..." The guard reminded ARES, not liking this one bit, even the most logical of droids she dealt with tried to make a move and so would ARES.
And when she did, she would be ready for it...

 

[Orinon]

The Rising Dawn: Lower Levels: The Armoury
Icarus, Melethia.

Icarus was very annoyed by Eddie appearing and causing havoc, he dodged the flying shrapnel and glared at Eddie as the rotting walker addressed Icarus. the Half Angel pulled out his knife and flipped it open, lighting crackled between his fingers, and his ring began to sparkle and glow. The Insolent Zombie left and Icarus was still standing his wings had flared open, it seemed his wings always moved to compliment his posture.
"If you want to do something useful you might not want to go through those traps again, for one. Those were some rather basic ones I set up a few years ago, and the next time you try that you might not be so lucky. I'd rather not have to clean up after the results, if you catch my drift.".
A small smile spread across Icarus's Face "Well you're nice enough to want me to live, the likes of him," His fingers clenched into fists It was clear Eddie filled him with hatred and contempt "would say the only useful thing I could do is jump off the ship."

"You smell of ozone and dragons, you do know that right? The way you hold yourself, it seems as if you use a lot of Ki as well. If you want to be some use, I would advise you to head to one of the meditation rooms and center yourself. "
"Yeah I guess I might smell funny, See this ring it can turn into a gauntlet it has the soul of a dragon I call him Shadow-fest, He's kind of like a partner to me, as for the Ozone that's because I can summon lightning. but umm what do you by 'center myself'" he asked, His eyes showed confusion. The Waves of energy coming off him him certainly implied he had plenty of power but he wasn't trying to hold it in. It was clear that his training had only gone so far, before something made him abandon it, and he was gliding by on his innate potential.

The Rising Dawn:Canteen, Bar
Selena, Luke, Alashi, Tania


"HEY YOU! HOW ABOUT YOU GRAB A BOTTLE OF PEPPERMINT SCHNAPPS, COME SIT ON MY LAP AND WE'LL TALK ABOUT THE FIRST THING THAT POPS UP!" Selena Sighed and wanted nothing more than to ignore this interruption downing half her glass. Unfortunately her effort to ignore the chaotic element was soon overpowered by the girl running past her knocking her glass out of hand, Had Selena been clear minded she could have created a bubble around the glass, however in her impaired state she simply created a barrier to protect herself as the glass hit the bar, resulting in more liquor and broken glass on the floor. Selena got The bartender's attention and Pointed to an aged whiskey, She also readied a more solid barrier spell in case there was another maniac around the corner.
"I'm not exactly new here, though it has been a long time since I was last here. Name's Alashi, and who would I be speaking to?"
"My name is Selena, I'm a Witch, Its seems alot of people come and go through here. Since you just got back I suppose someone hasn't filled you in,"She paused to sip the stronger Drink" We were chasing A guy Called Bison, then some bossy fellow Named Kazuya tried to make us kidnap a bunch of guys to get to him, But Kazuya tried to kill some of'em, then we went after Bison but things went south and now we're what's left the rest are captured." She sighed and started to sip her wine this may have seemed very vague but considering This was her fourth glass that was a surprisingly articulate retelling.


Meanwhile somewhere far distant
A cloaked figure approached the abandoned house, it long since had been condemned. the old bones of the house creaked in protest from the wind, as he approached it. He raised his hand and the two ravens circled the premise He began chanting in a deep tone, mortals would find themselves compelled to turn away.
He could hear the howling many would assume it was just the wind, but mortals were often oblivious of the spirits around them.
as he crossed the threshold he could feel them approaching the Restless seeking refuge they were drawn to him as they all were a moth to a soothing flame. He walked silently despite the dying floors tendency to creak and moan. They should have come to him by now what was keeping them, whatever was binding them to this place, it was not acceptable to him. His ravens surveyed the house their eyes seeing for him what he could not. He merely listened, He heard their cries of anguish, much suffering had taken place here. betrayal, loathing, despair. He walked past an old beam his hand touched the burnt wood. His ravens cawed, they were just below him, But this house never had a basement.
That's when a hand as large as the Raven King's body grabbed him and dragged him though the floor.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Avatar Adventures | Airship Rising Dawn | Medical Bay
Doom | Major Rhodes | Others​

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[color=004d]"...Ohhhh......Okay then. Phew, Doom thought you were going to arrest him for making all that meth!"[/color] The level 1 "Evil Scientist" let slip as he finally relaxed (he even finally put those pants on!).
He then watched as Rhodes began to talk to some weirdly dressed little girl (Rory), only for her to start saying something along the lines of "He doesn't know anything".
Naturally, Doom somewhat took offense to this and said [color=004d]"Hey, Doom knows more about-...stuff then you ever will. Doom has the best information, Temendous! Doom-.....errrr, just need to-...get my bearings on-...who you guys are fighting. Because Doom knows so many-..."informations" on people..."[/color]
All eyes were on him once more as he began to scan the room for people who might be able to tell him what the hell was going on.
[color=004d]"....uhhhhh....Hey! You! What did the guys who beat you up look like?!"[/color] He then shouted to a soldier who had lost an arm, shaking him slightly and trying to coax some information out of him, even as he whined in pain and tried to get him to stop.

*TSK!* "It was World Marshall." *TSK!*

A heavily modulated voice said as he made his presence known, The G-Corp specialist known only as "Ghost" explained as he walked onto the scene.

*TSK!* "They are a private military contracting group ran by the local senator. Pretty big league, well equipped and, judging from the fact so many of us are laid out, they know their kung fu well. Bison tried to use them as part of a "Trap" against our forces, only to find that he was also in the middle of it. They then managed to push us out of the city, as well as capture a few of the crew here and, I'm hoping, killing Bison in the process. From what I gather, a counter attack is being worked on." *TSK!*

He said to the Major as he glanced over at Doom, seeming to be rather amused by the Junior Villain's current state.

*TSK!* "You aren't going to get anything from that Fat Green Slob. While I don't condone Mr. Mishima's attempt on his life-...well, nothing of value would have been lost." *TSK!*

[color=004d]"...W-w-w-world Marshall killed Bison?...."[/color] Doom muttered in a rather defeated tone, the reality of the situation starting to sink in.
There wasn't going to be a rescue, there wasn't going to be any happy ending for him and his friends and Bison was not going to be coming back, just like Bruiser...
[color=004d]"..." *Sniff*[/color] He began to tear up slightly as he let himself slide down the wall he was leaning against before bringing his knees to his chest, just like most children would when they heard someone close to them was dead.

*TSK!* "Yeah, yeah, the terrible dictator with a hard on for world domination and a history of cloning himself to get laid is now most likely some bloody smears on someone's uniform. I'm [i]truly[/i] sorry for your loss....also, your pants are on backwards!" *TSK!*

Ghost "Comforted" the villain with his trademark social skills before turning back to the women.

*TSK!* "Still, that's where we stand. Mr. Mishima is currently "Awake" and working on the counter offensive. Now, I'll take Doom off your hands. I got word he was causing a bit of hassle and it's not like he's really doing anything important here, now is it?" *TSK!*

 

[Kalastryn]

World Marshall Secure Location: Anomalous Materials [http://img00.deviantart.net/f187/i/2012/052/e/0/science_by_mikrob-d4qgzfi.jpg]
"Paranoia amuses me so"
ARES | Viscus | Dimitri | M. Lab Tech ​

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"Hmm...Could hide quite a lot of weapons in there, couldn't you?" He mused as the Guard once again began to leer at her.
"Alright, I now want you to eject the weapons you have stored one by one. Normally when we get subjects like you, that process is already done but not all our subjects have such vast hammerspace capacity."
"And if you think he means "Fire Everything", I refer back to our previous conversation..." The guard reminded ARES, not liking this one bit, even the most logical of droids she dealt with tried to make a move and so would ARES.
And when she did, she would be ready for it...

She would be ready for it...

She would be ready for what exactly?

"..." There was a good 10 seconds of silence while ARES glared at the both of them. When that was over she replied. "... You know, I'd be more than glad to cooperate with that little demand, except that I wasn't built for this situation. You know, being without limbs? That said, there isn't exactly an internal "eject" button I can press to simply toss the sniper rifles, fusion cannons, large machine guns, armor units and ammunition I contain out. You can reach in again and pull out whatever strikes your fancy first, but don't be a dunderhead. Your extraneous focus on caution is hilarious actually. If I did "fire everything" my next move would be..? What? Trying to wiggle my way to my arms and legs on the table over there and reinstall them with my teeth? I may be a machine, but like the human beings my AI was based off of, self preservation is a priority unless otherwise impossible. You aren't just examining a machine, your taking a person hostage. That requires power over the situation. Power which I lack as a dismembered quadriplegic. It should also be noted that the collar around my neck caused interference with my motor functions even when I had my limbs attached. Now I don't assume you're going to put me back together once this examination is done with, but you would be losing information on how I work without access to physical data on all of my four other forms. Forms which I was made to be able to change into as a full body, not just a damn torso." she explained to the both of them.

"... So, let me tell you the one plan I have for escape at the moment. It doesn't seem to actually be happening any time soon anyway, since it would require a very large change of state from myself which would ironically require your cooperation. If and when you actually reattach my limbs, I would be planning to take one of the weapons which you remove from me now and use it to turn you into a fine red mist. Then, I'd take the most explosive of my ordinance and, ahem... erase the data you've gained via this lab before finding where my colleagues are imprisoned and rallying them to destroy this place from the inside... she explained, before the glare she had before faded with a sigh, her face expressing boredom more than anything else.

"There are however, three to four inescapable factors preventing me from doing so." she continued to explain [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5Vry9m1zZs].

"Firstly, the very obvious physical restraints I've been placed under. Even if I were to use the time you do have to spend examining me fully assembled, this collar around my neck would shut me down with an electromagnetic pulse or if deemed necessary, detonate and kill me. Second, even if I were able to remove the collar and dispatch the both of you, there would surely be more security and lab personnel for me to contend with on my way out, and given the exoskeleton which was on a rack beside me the last time I was conscious before now, that would not end well. Thirdly, even if it did I have no idea where my colleagues are being held, and time would then be of the essence as I'm certain such a commotion would not go unnoticed. Finally, if I managed to break my restraints, deal with the both of you and preferably the collected data, avoid termination by any other personnel and locate my cohorts, I could not guarantee that any of them would be in any condition to assist in what would then be our escape. Especially because last I recall they were outfitted with the same restraint as I. Now I'm sure that feigning surrender is the oldest trick in the book to make you put your guard down, but your getting in the way of research on someone for whom escape is currently, thoroughly, impossible. I don't mean to provoke you, that isn't wise in a situation like this. Though I do find it necessary to state that you're being a hindrance on your own work at this point... which speaks volumes about your critical thinking skills." ARES smirked. It was a hopeless situation until that might change. If and when it did though... ARES wouldn't hesitate to commit to such a ludicrous route of escape. Until then? She was going to have a little fun at the expense of someone who is just too dedicated for her liking.

 

[Kalastryn]

The Rising Dawn: Hangar: Kalastryn, Miia, Elise, Jenny, Batter, Ghost

Kalastryn had spent a good deal of time of the flight back to the Dawn meticulously picking glass shards out of her wingspan and using a portion of whatever emergency medical supplies they had aboard to bandage herself. She wasn't really that badly cut by anything in particular, but she bandaged her ankles especially to keep them from being able to move too much. Really, the bruising on them from the stunt she pulled of dislocating them when she was fighting Jenny left them looking as black as though they had frostbite. She could have assumed one of her undead forms and "healed" via the use of negative energy, but in such a cramped space that wasn't a good idea. Namely because of all the spells and abilities she had using negative energy, the one which would have sped her recovery along the most was death aura which... was an emanation.[footnote]In a fairly small radius it would effect not only her, but those nearby. Consider it an equal and opposite of Teri's positive energy aura. Thing is, while positive energy isn't good for the undead and negative energy is, the same could be said in reverse. She doesn't feel like sapping the life out of those aboard just to make her recover more quickly.[/footnote] Without the ability to keep herself distant for the time being, she didn't feel like initiating a friendly fire incident at this moment in time.

Once they had landed, Kala was the last out of the transport itself. Experiencing pain simply by putting your weight on your feet will do that. Despite the pain she was going through though, wincing with every step she took, she had a smile on her face nonetheless. She couldn't say anything about how stable Jenny's condition was, but for the moment at least, she hadn't needed to resort to killing one of their own. That did remind her of something, and she limped over to Miia with a brief apology.

"Back on the roof when "Ghost" arrived, I apologize if what I said frightened you. I didn't actually plan on hurting the man. It was nothing personal, I just really wanted to shut him up after the day I... the day that we've been having." She explained.

After that, she noticed a few things. Notably her longest held friend was once again aboard. That, and regrettably, Kazuya seemed to have recovered... or at very least, was so determined to make a recovery on this operation that he was able to shamble his way out of a hospital bed. She wasn't exactly sure who to speak with first. Though, that little dilemma seemed to solve itself as Slindis and Kazuya conversed with each other.

Looking over to Miia, she discreetly suggested "I wouldn't be a part of that conversation. If you thought I was angry back on the ground, well... I'm pretty sure there is no frustration I could need to vent that Slindis isn't already expressing more clearly." she said before limping off in the direction of the canteen. She wasn't quite aware of the situation being as dire as it was- that not everyone was making it back at this moment in time. If and when she found out, there would be hell to pay. For now though, it would be prudent to remain out of the fray... preferably sipping down a tall glass of wine.

 

[Zepherus14]

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Rising Dawn Library
"...other people, ingredients, Phillip's doodoo, Nina, then Phillip"
Sloth | Envy | Nina and Phillip​

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With Nina somewhat preoccupied with the possibility of violently upchucking all over her helpful tour guides, she wasn't super quick to retort anything back when they laid out how she really didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. Earth was just some tiny little speck in the vastness of the ever expanding universe that dark matter was very clearly against anyone ever visiting the entirety of, even with the sheer volume of time the universe offered them. If you looked at it that way, any action some poor earthling did really didn't amount to much in the grand scheme since, Glen the planet furthest Earth didn't really care what Nina was going to do with herself that day. Still one must always consider the smaller things in life, since even a couple of seconds out of a person's life could be an entire turning point. Batman wasn't gonna be Batman until his parents got full of holes, and the Doc wouldn't have made the flux capacitor without that fateful bonk to the head. Events were still events, and they changed people as they moved along.

But first was Nina's need to reply to Sloth first, her head wasn't spinning as much any more, and she could definitely point out which way was up. She slowly shifted in her chair, now kneeling in the chair with her right arm holding the rim of the chair for support, while with her other hand a single finger pointed upwards as if to call for her turn to talk. "Well, at least that's useful, marble world was pret-" Nina started saying as her body shuddered and her expression turned that particular green no one ever wants to see. In mere moments, Nina's stomach had decide it didn't need its contents and that Envy's turtleneck needed some extra colour. The question however was if the spattering would reach its target, Envy's telekinesis, Sloth's slowing effect and the general, albeit brief, forewarning meant she had time to react if she was quick about it.

Nina however wouldn't see the end result of what Envy's fate ended up being, as she'd leaned back to compensate for her stomach's actions, her chair had tipped over away from Sloth and Envy. Phillip rolling back with her and Nina would find herself moments afterwards standing on her feet, Phillip still under one arm of her's but her hat now on the ground. She wobbled a bit trying to get her barrings, although with her stomach now empty she did feel a bit better. Unsure if she had any ammo left, her immediate priority was finding a bathroom, which after a momentary glance around her she'd spot the classic sign. "S-Sorry, I gotta... I gotta go." Nina replied, already moving in the direction of the bathroom by the time she was done speaking.

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"'Scuse me!" Nina commanded as she pushed her way through the bathroom [http://zsolt.co/m/2016/08/elegant-public-toilet-tips-backpack-me-and-public-bathroom.jpg] door, frankly not expecting to visit another one so soon after the one in the bakery. In her short move over to the bathroom, she had to admit she was feeling better than she had prior. Still once she was inside the bathroom she quickly gave herself the once over, and proceeded to rinse her mouth out with more water than was really necessary. Phillip was gently placed on the counter top beside the sink she used. "Ugh, that could have gone better... You know, I'm getting the feeling like nothing is going to go our way today." She groaned, bracing her arms on the edge of the counter top. "I know! I'm trying my best, it's not every day the sky practically falls on you." She mumbled, her head leaning to the side. "We just gotta find where Ryan scurried off to, he'll fix it... somewhat. But where, would, he, be?" Nina continued, pausing as she thought over her possible options until she snapped her fingers. "Okay what if we just find his room, then we could, and then, and then... What?" She seemed to trail off, looking down at Phillip's hiding spot. After a brief pause, Nina's head tilted as she looked through the mirror to see behind her to the left, and noted the very confused and honestly paranoid looking woman standing at the stall she'd come out of.

"Um, hello there!" Nina greeted the woman, turning around quite abruptly and giving her a small circular wave. "You're probably wondering why I'm talking to myself, and that's a very good question. It all started when-" She started to explain herself when the woman without much warning left the bathroom, not even saying anything to Nina. Unknown to Nina, this poor soul already had enough excitement in one bathroom for today, snake ridden zombies coming out of mirrors would make anyone a bit jumpy. Of course Nina didn't know this, and instead concluded this person must have had something important to attend to. "That was weird. It was like she'd seen a ghost or something?" Nina pouted, checking her face in the mirror one last time to confirm she'd gotten off any remaining splooge. She was sad the woman couldn't have been much help, but whatever mental trauma she'd gone through that day must have made a lasting impression.

Before she continued Nina did one quick check of the bathroom just to make sure no one else was in there, least she got interrupted again, before finally clapping her hands in success. "Okay, so is, we go find Ryan's room, we get into Ryan's room, we get you the hell out of that bag and then... Well I guess after that depends on if Ryan is back yet. We could easily wait for him though. Plan?" She asked, Phillip replying back with a rather quick expanse of the bag before settling down again. "Plan, alright let's do this!" She boasted, getting Phillip settled again before setting off to find the library exit, and eventually the private quarters. Although she'd try to avoid running into Envy and Sloth at the moment because of obvious reason, Envy's powers alone would be able to locate Nina and Phillip's aura would give them an idea they were nearby. Outside the library she'd feint some confidence in her destination, walking in a manner like she definitely had a clue where she was going, but would probably get looped around once or twice.[footnote]So if anyone wants to bump into Nina on her way to Ryan's, just send me a message in the chat or PM or something, that way I know I'll wait for your comment, otherwise I'll probably write up another post soon of her getting there.[/footnote]

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Avatar Adventures | Undisclosed Location | Secure Cell Block: Designation A-Class [http://marcelgonzales.de/prison01.jpg]
...Well, this sucks...
Caim | David | Mio | Teri | Bison | Bruiser | Shadow/Agent​

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"....Right, see, while I agree with the plan, there is a slight snag: Namely the part where I don't have explosives shoved my arse." David snidely remarked as he listened to Shadow, not really aware of the ruse that was being played on him (Then again, that was literally the least of his concerns right now).
"Alright, so now we're done catching up, I really would like a better idea then "Escape", preferably one with details and a reasonable chance of success." He then said as he could only watch as Nadalia and Katya got taken away be a guard and some others for-...some reason.
"Ahhh shit. YOU PRICKS HAPPY OVER THERE?! YOU KNOW WHERE I COULD HAVE BEEN RIGHT NOW!? BACK IN MY ROOM MOST LIKELY HAVING VICTORY SEX WITH MY GIRLFRIEND!" He then shouted over to the two villains among them, though part of him did seem to forcefully calm himself down after that line, considering the Swordman he was sharing a cell with.

Back with Bruiser, he seemed a little put off by how "Cheery" Mio was about the whole situation and her belief that escape was possible.
"[sub]...Think-...you are missing-...the big picture here...This isn't a prison...it's just a air conditioned graveyard...They snatch "outworlders"-...up...take their stuff...grind anything else useful from them...then let them rot...[/sub]" He managed to say as she seemed to pat him down, looking for anything of use in her "Escape attempt".
"[sub]...1: Food will be-...brought in
2: No real order...just whomever has some kind of-...inhuman power or technology
3: They are all robot-....cyborgs...couldn't help us, even if they wanted to.
4: Might be. Been in solitary since-....i got here...Boss man doesn't like-...attempts on his life...
5: If there is, i doubt-...The "Heroic...Rising Dawn"...will be given such a chance...[/sub]" he then kindly answered each question before turning back over to the trembling Cleric.
"[sub]...I know-...I hurt you...but I mean it: you...shouldn't be here....I should....will...but you...[/sub]" He rambled on, having about as much trouble as one could expect from having his shit so royally kicked out of him for several months straight.
[color=6c1504]"HEY! YOU LITTLE PSYCHO SLUT! DON'T JUST STAND THERE! HE'S FUCKING DYING! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO DO THIS TO ME! I JUST-...I-..."[/color] Bison kept panicking in the cell next to them, it wasn't meant to play out like this.
Little by little, all the mistakes he had made were starting to catch up to him all at once, not in the actual sense mind, but the emotionally.
[color=6c1504]"Ahhh-...ahh- YOU! WHAT'S YOUR NAME- (Mio) Please tell me you know something about first aid! I promise you, you help my friend out, I will give you an entire African country of your own when we get out of here and I take over this stupid fucking world!"[/color] He then began to plead, the treads of his sanity starting to become undone.

Though it all, there was a guard change, the regular guards starting to back up as the special enforcer arrived on the scene.
Metallic footsteps and the whirring of servos filled the air as The FULGORE [http://67.media.tumblr.com/62aef801a6ab7d3e0dc88d0d225e3021/tumblr_n3sh8c1KCC1sh19qjo1_1280.png] marched past their cells, glancing at them before taking his post opposite them.

[...]

He was quite the smooth talker as he glared at each of them, his vision scanning along each one as even some of the guards began to edge away from this..."Thing".
Teri might remember this figure better then most, considering that he was the reason she was even in here...

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Escapist Avatar Adventures | Airship Rising Dawn | Medical Bay | Surgical Observation Room
Let's get the show on the road and moving...
Ruby Babbage-Lovelace | Rory Mercury | Doom | Rhodes Selmy​

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The scene within the Surgical Observation Room unfolded rather quickly and before Rory Mercury had a chance to share what limited knowledge she had regarding the opposition, this "Ghost" had offered what information he had, the short of it being that a group that called itself "The World Marshall" currently had the missing members of the Rising Dawn in its possession. The rest of the man's information was superfluous, as was his presence. The more he was around the Darkly Dressed Demi-Goddess, the more she had to restrain herself from cutting the soldier in twain.

*TSK!* "[b]You aren't going to get anything from that Fat Green Slob. While I don't condone Mr. Mishima's attempt on his life-...well, nothing of value would have been lost.[/b]" *TSK!*

"Ghost" said, failing to notice that color of the lips of Emloy's Disciple had shifted from pink to purple,

*TSK!* "[b]...Now, I'll take Doom off your hands. I got word he was causing a bit of hassle and it's not like he's really doing anything important here, now is it?[/b]" *TSK!*

Before the armored guard could move, he found his path to the prisoner, Doom, had been blocked by the impossibly large blade of Rory's Halberd and that the little girl that was able to heft such a massive weapon was glaring at him. She appeared to have taken quite the offense with the words that "Ghost" had spoken.

"We'll take care of your 'prisoner,' you needent worry about that. You, guard, should worry about leaving this room as quickly as possible and in as few pieces as possible," The young looking Demi Goddess stated before you imposed herself between Doom and Ghost, pointing her Halberd at Ghost's chest, "The next time you think to speak your mind about Life and Death, you may want to reconsider, these are the domains of my patron, the Dark God Emloy, to decide and his decree has always been that no life is without value... including your's"

As was typical of the Rising Dawn, yet another conflict was brewing between two members of the crew, one who felt that the prisoner deserved better treatment and one who felt he had the authority to decide whether a prisoner's life was worth anything.

"Ummmm... excuse me? Miss Rory?"" The childish voice interrupted from behind Despleased Demi-Goddess of Death, "I think I can find where our friends are..." Ruby said before turning to the mother of Dolores Selmy, "and the people who hurt Dolly. You both want to find them, right?"

The black and white haired child squirmed in The Major's arms as she tried to reach under the skirt of her dress, removing a small blue swatch of cloth, its ends fraying as if someone was trying to deconstruct the fabric thread by thread.

"I can show you where they are if you take me with you." The nine year old little with a warrior's expression on her face, "I want to be strong like Loli and I want to help our friends... and your friend too, Mister Doom. Mister Bison is still alive, right Miss Rory?

The Demi-Goddess nodded in agreement with Ruby's assessment of whether or not the former Dictator was still alive or not, though she was far from convinced that taking Ruby was a good idea.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Mujahid
Location: Observation Room | Med Bay | Rising Dawn
'abad alllah khudara'ahum 'abdhul lisidiqik damk wamalak​

Rhodes Selmy

Rhodes' eyes softened when she heard Ruby speak. "Anisa," her voice was uncharacteristically soft and kind, reminiscent of when she first held young Lolita in her arms. "The battlefield is no place was such a young and pure soul."

Rhodes closed her eyes to think.

"Though, if what you say is true and you can indeed lead us to those responsible..." she shook her head, "Oh how my heart beats torn between my fury and my love." Then she nodded. "It should be done nonetheless. I was indeed none older than yourself when I first felt the itch for war, the boiling of my blood and the thirst of righteous justice. It would be wrong of me to deny you the justice of avenging poor Lolita."

Rhodes was now resolved. She motioned to her six Angels, who then moved in on her. "We will protect you, Anisa, as you lead us to those who have sinned against the most sacred of blood. And you," she pointed at Rory, "shall accompany us in all parts toward the realization of our justice."

The eudaimone will stay aboard and investigate the leadership, however. Rhodes added silently to herself. The commotion that had occurred here had allowed the two special operatives to slip onto the Rising Dawn without being noticed. Not by the Captain nor any of the other staff. Rhodes was sure that there was something going on in the government of the ship. Either something within the Rising Dawn hero corp itself or the G-Corp that was supplementing their forces.

She held Ruby tightly in her arm and drew her pistol. Rhodes turned toward Ghost, "We are now a part of this operation. Take me to the officer in charge."

[HEADING=2]"Take me to your commanding officer."[/HEADING]​

 

[bluerocker]

This dude wrote some stuff

World Marshall Secure Location: Anomalous Materials [http://img00.deviantart.net/f187/i/2012/052/e/0/science_by_mikrob-d4qgzfi.jpg]

[Goodbye my only friend...
...Oh, did you think I meant you?]

ARES | Viscus | Dimitri | M. Lab Tech ​

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Dimitri waited for a time to get a bearing on the security systems that were passing by in this sector of the network. Putting on his SCOUTER, Dimitri took a look around the area before he noticed something odd - one particular "line" on the ground seemed to cause the scanner beams to shake and shudder, if only for a moment, causing the Blue Butler to double-take, and look more acutely at the "ground" at that specific spot.
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"Hmn..? That can't be right..."

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As his careful eye looked over it again, he noticed that the SCOUTER started picking up a "hidden" pathway on the ground, appearing as an iridescent pipe[footnote]The writer of this post acknowledges that this whole segment has gone very far down the TRON Logic hole. *Insert the MST3K Manta here* We apologize for any heads exploding due to technological incorrect-ness. ^^;[/footnote] Looking over it further, Dimitri carefully followed it's path up - and finding it lead straight to the central hub. As he gazed at the "pipe", the AI couldn't help but mull over it further, [color=397E0]

"Is this a proxy connection? Why would this even be here? The network spans the whole facility..."

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But, if security seemed to phase over it, then perhaps Dimitri could make use of it. Phasing the NINE_IRON from it's zipped packet, Dimitri gave the pipe a hard whack. As luck would have it, a "panel" on the pipe popped right off, leaving a crawl space just large enough for the Butler to crawl inside. With a bit of careful arrangement and resetting the panel, Dimitri began slowly crawling through the space towards the hub. However, the Blue Butler hadn't paid too much attention to what was inside the proxy, because the moment he began his journey towards the hub, he "felt" his hand "squish" on a piece of material in the pipe.

Dimitri's senses were suddenly assaulted by a multitude of text, images, and sounds; jabbering, flashing, glaring. Insults of all variety assailed his sensors, images of unspeakable nature filled his visual sensors, and the sounds... oh the sounds. Removing his hand from the "material" Dimitri blinked in confusion, before he saw the "source", a cached URL by the name of "69chin.org" In fact, it seemed to be the source of most of the material in this proxy...Well, that certainly explained why it was there. With a shudder, the AI continued on his quest, doing his best to avoid any other "sludge" as he crawled his way inside.

---

Slipping out from the pipeline into the hub terminal, Dimitri looked up towards the "screen" and saw the sleepy Systems Administrator nodding off in front of the control panel, allowing Dimitri to have a bit of time to think. As far as this terminal was concerned, he was a "program" in the system, another bit of data transferred from the network to be stored away in a temporary cache. But, if he wanted to take control of the terminal, he'd have to wrench control away from the User. And to do that - he'd have to access the active directory and change the user permissions; effectively locking her out of the computer - at least until a technician arrived and modified the system to allow her back in. But first... he needed a distraction. She would see Dimitri open up a window, even if it was something as simple as the Command prompt. If he could somehow put her out of sorts...Ah, of course!

Dimitri wandered over to the audio jack of the terminal, and began to whisper quietly, his message travelling out from it and up to the user's headphones, [color=3897E0]

[sub]"How does that song Her Ladyship likes go again - right.[/sub] Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the- one, two-
[HEADING=3]FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!"[/HEADING]

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Avatar Adventures | Undisclosed Location | Cell
Nightfall
Mio | [color=0E59E4]Teri[/color] | Bruiser | Caim | David| [color=6c1504]Bison[/color] | Shadow/Agent | FULGORE
​

She turned to Teri. "So ... do you think you can help a bit? I know that it might hurt, but can you patch up this guy a bit? And then ... there are people in the other cells, but I can't really see them. Can you describe them to me? Maybe they can do something useful, as well."
"[sub]...I know-...I hurt you...but I mean it: you...shouldn't be here....I should....will...but you...[/sub]"

Teri rubbed her temples as she was being buffeted at three different angles, be it an apology from a dying man, a query for information, or being verbally abused by a dictator, the Cleric tried to think of what to do first -

[color=6c1504]"HEY! YOU LITTLE PSYCHO SLUT! DON'T JUST STAND THERE! HE'S FUCKING DYING! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO DO THIS TO ME! I JUST-...I-..."[/color]

Without even thinking, the Cleric turned to Bison and shouted, [color=0e59e4]"MAYBE IF YOU STOP FUCKING YELLING AT ME, I CAN I CONCENTRATE!"[/color]
[color=6c1504]"AND I'LL STOP FUCKING YELL"[/color]Bison's voice cracked midsentence before he finished, [color=6c1504]"-ING WHEN YOU HELP MY FUCKING FRIEND!"[/color]
[color=0e59e4]"I AM A TRAINED DOCTOR WITH NO GODDAMNED TOOLS, SO YOU NEED TO BACK OFF FUCK FACE - OR YOUR CONSTANT DISTRACTIONS MIGHT CAUSE MY HANDS TO SLIP!"[/color]

A heavy silence filled the air after Teri had shouted her piece to Bison, who in turn remained quiet. Turning away from the young woman, he found himself content to try and find something else to grumble about... Which in turn brought a realization to Teri - she had openly declared she'd do her best to help with Bruiser's condition.
[color=0E59E4]"...If only because you asked, Mio."[/color]
She stood quiet for a moment longer, and turned back towards her cellmates, gingerly advancing towards the Machoke and bending on one knee, [color=0E59E4]"...Can you walk?"[/color]
[sub]"...where-...do you...want me?"[/sub]
She pointed at one of the cots and watched as Bruiser slowly got up from his spot, the stump where one of his arms used to be healing in a way that looked particularly nasty. Teri grimaced, and gestured over to Mio to help Bruiser up, the duo working together to move him towards one of the cots as an impromptu examination table.

The DC for a Heal check [http://www.d20srd.org/srd/skills/heal.htm] to stabilize a dying character is a 15. Uh.. Even without her magical items, Teri has a +15. She auto succeeds. Her Skill Trick - Healing Hands, activates, allowing her to heal 1d6 of damage..she rolled a 1.

What followed was frankly, a blur. Teri had thrown herself into her work, the task of patching up the Machoke allowing her to overlook the patient himself, her mind switching into that of when she overtook a great quantity of patients on the Dawn. It started simply - she needed bandages, and to clean as much of the wounds as she could. With Mio as an assistant and her patient being, for the most part, compliant, she was able to use the ragged covering that used to be a shirt as well as converting the pants into shorts for bandage use. She used the toilet to wash the rags before either cleaning up the wounded areas; then rinsed and wrung them as tightly as she could before using them as bandages or splints. It was long work, and thankless, but after some time had passed, the Cleric was able to step away, her own clothes now covered with spots and stains from her handy-work. She would have preferred to have her usual tools on hand, but for the equivalent of a back alley job with naught but bandages and some water - it was enough. At least he wouldn't bleed to death.

That left Mio's questions. There was a lot to cover for each of the companions in the cells, so Teri made herself as comfortable as she could, sitting down and leaning against the wall closest to her bars. She gestured Mio over, and in hushed tones, began pointing out members of the Dawn, [color=0e59e4]"Alright, I'll start with the people I'm most familiar with, friends of myself or my Dad."[/color] she pointed at Caim first, [color=0E59e4]"Over there is a man named Caim. He's a bit taller than us, has black hair and blue eyes. He doesn't talk much, because something happened that made him mute. He has a device that fixes that, but like everything else, it was taken away. He's the best with any sort of melee weapon you can think of, and jump really high."[/color] As she described the mute, a reverent tone crept into her voice, and she finished with, [color=0E59E4]"He's really powerful, strong enough to go toe to toe with my dad and come out even; and he fight side by side with Angelus. They're unstoppable together. If she's not here, she's probably going to come tearing this place apart looking for him."[/color]

She pointed next to David, [color=0E59E4]"And over there is David, he's older than me and Caim, aaaand kind of an alcoholic, but that doesn't stop him - he's the best sharpshooter we got on the team. Aside from that, really good at brewing booze and great at cracking jokes...When's he's not shoving his foot in his mouth."[/color]

Next was Shadow/Agent, which gave the Cleric pause before recognition colored her features, [color=0E59E4]"Oh, I remember him - I don't him too well either, but he was a good friend of Caim and David's. He's a Russian soldier, swears a lot, but he's good at what he does. And let's see... Who's left?"[/color]

The Cleric looked around for her other two comrades, and clammed up when she saw Nadalia and Katya pass by, collarless and with Nadalia regrowing her arm. Teri wasn't quite sure what was going on, but if the duo were able to get out and get their collars off, then perhaps they had a plan... Teri could only hope, anyways. Giving a small indication of her head, the Cleric continued to whisper to Mio, [color=0E59E4]"Those two that just passed by are Nadalia and Katya. Katya's really smart, and I think she does things involving digital stuff, but I'm not really sure.. We like undwinding by the bar a lot, so if she mentioned it, I don't remember, and the hangovers didn't help either. Nadalia on the other hand, she's.. Oh she's something alright. I don't know her super well, but I know she uses fire magic? That's about all I can really say, she worked more closely with Dad than me."[/color]

After going through the laundry list of her companions, Teri's eyes settled on the cyborg standing by the cell, the somewhat light expression on her face fading as she gazed upon her captor, [color=0E59E4]"And that one. That's the guy who brought me here. He's called Fulgore, but when we fought, I saw his face. His real name's Adelheid, and... Well, given the current state of affairs, something's wrong with him. For one, Adel would never work for the bad guys not after... Anyway, he was more the wandering warrior type, just kinda does stuff cause he feels like it."[/color]

Following that, the Cleric's head turned back towards her companion, leaving the floor open to Mio.

 

[bluecrimson]

The Rising Dawn: Hangar
Slindis, Diana, Kazuya, Angelus, Kalastryn

Slindis moved back to allow the transports more room to land, and she rubbed her chin as she listened to Kazuya's talk. In her mind it felt like some backpedaling and wishy-washy attempt for Kazuya to pass the buck off; something that she personally wasn't too fond of as Kazuya was supposed to be taking charge here. Her soft sighs of disapproval made her mindset rather apparent to the badly damaged man, though as she uses another Lay on Hands she managed to bring Kazuya back to fighting-fit shape. [color=c200]And I thought they'd have it handled here with us gone, though now's not the time to complain about cleaning up their mess. There'd be no way I could look Teri in the eyes if I did.[/color]

Slindis used Lay on Hands, healing a rather massive chunk of Kazuya's wounds! He does not regenerate any body parts or wounded pride, though. Uses left for the RP day: 2

After she gave the man a moment to fully recover from the massive level of healing, she then directly replied to Kazuya. [color=c200]"We are going to recuperate, me and Devon are going to have to aid your medical staff to heal the others here, and then we will get them back. Rushing in recklessly to save them will only bring more failure, and I am not about to risk their lives on multiple rescue attempts."[/color] After that, she lowered her voice and whispered in Kazuya's ear as she got near him.

Spoiler: Whispers, sucka!

[color=c200]"I don't care exactly what happened to make you lose your arm, but I don't care a damned bit about your wounded pride. As a leader, whatever happens from decisions made by subordinates still falls directly in your lap, and if I even catch a hint of you letting petty politics get in the way of getting Teri and the others back rest assured there is no force in the multiverse that will stop me from seeing justice done on you."[/color]

After that, she approached Kalastryn with a rather broad smile, patting her on the back before handing Kalastryn a vial from a pouch. [color=c200]"I wish we could have met up again in better times, friend. If you drink this, it should help you out a bit; I had to aid some undead while I was gone and it's a rather powerful tincture that should aid you."[/color]

The Rising Dawn: Lower Levels: The Armoury
Icarus, Melethia.

Melethia spent a good bit of time cleaning up the armory after the havoc that had been wreaked, giving Icarus some time to simmer in his anger. The young elf doesn't seem to struggle with even the larger chunks of shrapnel despite how heavy they looked, however, and before too long the Armory's left in a more-or-less functional state sans the damage done from Eddie's intrusion. "I will not pretend to know what history you have with anyone else here, but you will not change how anyone sees you if you sulk about it. Time spent dwelling on how others see you is time better spent improving your talents, and improving yourself will shut them up." The elf's words were still rather terse, though, and the detached tone of speaking was outright bizarre considering her appearance.

As a matter of fact, the green-haired elf's entire being shouted 'veteran', from the rather sturdy stance she took and the stern eyes critiquing the half-angel to the myriad crisscrossed nicks and scratches on her bracers and armor that could be faintly seen in a few tears of her tunic. "You already seem content to coast on natural talent as well, but that will only get you so far. Your energy is erratic and unfocused, which any enemy that is actually versed in combat could exploit. I will not say whether or not your survival until this point is due to sheer luck, but if you continue like this you will be nothing more than a rotting carcass when fate catches up to you."

Following those rather harsh words the elf proceeded to quickly set up some new traps on the floor, and even if Icarus's eyes could catch the movements the elf's vast experience with traps would make it hard to discern exactly how it worked. A few light pokes and scratches with her odd purple dagger are followed up with a grunt of approval, and shortly after the bold youth locked eyes with Icarus and rather harshly intoned, "If you are content to wallow in your untrained talent you are free to do so, but if you intend on actually having some use in the upcoming missions you will be following me to the training room and leaving your pride at the door."

The Rising Dawn:Canteen, Bar
Selena, Luke, Alashi, Tania, Violet

Alashi lightly nodded as Selenia introduced herself, and as she worked on her drink she stretched some more. "Business as usual, though to be honest I thought it wouldn't have gotten that bad. I did come with some other friends, and I bet you we'll have our other team members back before too long." Her drink was finished up before too long though, and as she waved down Luke. "You know we will be getting them back, right? You don't need to drink yourself into a stupor."

She also did give a curt wave to Tania as well, though for some reason she felt something slightly off about the woman. Nothing she felt she had to be worried about, but at the very least she didn't want to be completely lax around her, though her focus was thrown off as Violet greeted her in the boisterous manner that only he was capable of. "Just got back with Devon and the others, actually. Now, do you mind holding still?" Shortly after her request her nails sharpened up, and she sliced the collar off of Violet with only a minor nick to his cheek.

The Rising Dawn: Hallway, transitioning to the living quarters
Devon, Rugal

Devon was certainly a bit surprised to see Rugal was the one with the scent, though as Rugal states that he needed assistance the Bard patted his back. [color=00c863]"Very well then, follow me. I doubt you want to talk for too long anyway, Slin and Mel arrived with me and Alashi."[/color] Thankfully the hallways in this part of the ship were a bit more secluded, and before long Devon guided Rugal to her room. It was still slightly disheveled, as they'd had to leave on rather short notice, but it was more than clean enough for the pair to sit on the bed. [color=00c863]"So, what is it? I'd wager it's got something to do with that deal you just made with Lucifer - don't bother denying it, I know that scent from anywhere."[/color] Even though Devon was speaking rather casually, Devon was admittedly nervous. She hadn't dealt too much with Rugal personally while she was last on the ship, and even though Slindis had been fine with him there was still reason for concern considering the size difference.

It wasn't enough to make Devon shake, however, and as the door was opened the pair could see the disheveled Garm napping on Teri's empty bed in the room across the hallway. Feeling bad for the lonely wolf, Devon sung a light tune that would both comfort Garm as well as wake him up. [color=00c863]"Mind if we have Garm in here? Poor pup looks like he's been through hell."[/color]

 

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Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Hangar -> Canteen
Nightfall
Diana | Angelus | [color=9f2c68]Kazuya Mishima[/color] | [color=c200]Slindis[/color]
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Diana had not expected someone to touch her and heal her wounds, especially not after it did not happen to her while she was in the draconic form. At first, she nearly tried to squirm away despite Slindis telling her not to. Still, she was not really in a state to just walk away. As she felt the Lay on Hands, she stopped squirming as well, and just enjoyed the sensation of her wounds being healed. Despite still being in a very bad mood, she wanted to smile and say her thanks.

As Slindis stated this, however: [color=c200]"You should be fine for now, but next time be more careful around missile defenses, Miss."[/color] Diana instead just said "Pfft. How about anyone tell me beforehand, that there are missile defenses?" as she was looked at further.

Now, with a clearer head, she listened to what Kazuya had to say: [color=9f2c68]"...After a unexpected change in management, the details of which are un-important at this junction in time, Violet was left to command our latest operation to try and capture Bison. It went badly, as Angelus can attest. I'm currently in the process of recalling our forces back to the airship before planning our counter attack to eliminate both Armstrong and Bison."[/color]
This was not really something Diana had expected. It put the blame on Violet, and there was no explanation at all why exactly it had happened. A temporary change in management? Who was the manager, anyways? There was an easy way to at least find out who the person speaking to was, what role he had. How to punish him best, too. Probing his mind.

She got into his head easily. He seemed distracted. Internally, he was screaming about what had happened, which pleased Diana at least. Feeling the blame was, for her, crucial, and this was noone who needed help with it. Looking further, she easily found out that this, indeed, was the 'Kazuya' Bison had spoken of before. The one she was confused about, because she had not gotten the task to attack from him.

"Hey. I met Bison down there, he sends his regards. I think he is in trouble now, too, though."
She did not know if that would make things better for him, but she did not care. Another thing she found interesting, and her response to it, whispered, made it clear: [sub]"If you really want to punish the one who changed your management, I would like to be of help. I'm starv ... I really don't like this guy anymore."[/sub] Killing Violet was something she had thought about herself. Alas, having some fun on the Rising Dawn without permission wasn't something she would do, as it would make her a villain. But if she was allowed to ...

She put the thought in the back of her head. She needed to appear as if she had at least some humanity in her, at all times. It was pretty risky to suggest something like it. Instead, she distracted herself by reading Kazuya's mind further, finding out he failed to woo over Slindis. Which she found pretty funny. Why were people like that? Always desiring what they couldn't have. Of course, she could try to get his hopes up, because it would be funny, but for now, she was interested in more murderous things, or just to crawl into a corner and hate everything, not in opposing the incompetent 'leader' of the Rising Dawn's operations.

[color=9f2c68]"I assure you, with my command restored, I Can win this battle. Had I been aware of Armstrong's involvement in Bison's last stand, I wouldn't have lead such a headstrong attack like Violet did. I'm not going to let either one of them appear as victors nor will they remain in possession of your crew and family. Now, shall we begin?"[/color]

"Later, I have to drink to this situation." Diana stated bluntly. "Give me a call, will ya?" she winked, her phone number appearing in Kazuya's head. "At least once you find out where our people went, exactly."

Then, she walked away, hips swaying, planning on a direct route to the canteen. If she could not murder, at least alcohol would put her dark mood to rest for some time. And it was not really like she had any reason to just stand around and wait. She glared at any people she came across hatefully, not even really realizing it. After a few staff members had gone past her, she felt like spreading her misery a bit more. As a woman with a white face, maybe due to shock, went past her, she called out: "Put some make-up on, this looks like you belong in a basement doctor's office, not on the Rising Dawn."

Diana did not even wait for an answer as she just went past the woman, glaring at the next victim for her bullying. And she found one in a girl with really long blonde hair, Nina. "Cut your hair, this looks stupid." she said. "And is impractical. It's like you decided to make it as bad as possible. Also, your dye looks fake." With that, she just walked further, arriving at the canteen.

Before she sat down next to the first person she saw, she took an imp by the neck, held him directly before her face, and said: "Get me a Bloody Mary. Or two of them." Then she put him down again, and watched him scurry away, hopefully getting her order.

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Avatar Adventures | Undisclosed Location | Cell
Nightfall
Mio | [color=0E59E4]Teri[/color] | Bruiser
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Mio noted and remembered everything Bruiser said about their captivity. That it was a prison to rot in did not affect her at all. After all, every prison was meant to be rot in, at least every bigger one, and none of them were only that. In other places, smuggling was rampant, and while she did not know if these cyborgs would not allow it, what she heard so far did seem to indicate that something was happening, and not just nothing.

After all, there was the possibility of real talk or real stealing something from a guard if food would be brought inside. Maybe she would not even get interrogated. And if they were just not there to talk, if they were just robots, the possibilities were limited, but you could plan on what you could do precisely. How much did Bruiser even know, if he did not know if there was smuggling? And time to get together would be nice, but, as evidenced by some guys in other cells shouting shit at each other, apparently talking was possible. And you could do a lot with just talking.

All in all, Mio's spirits were still high. She might just have to use some other people, Bruiser's information was not perfect.

[color=6c1504]"Ahhh-...ahh- YOU! WHAT'S YOUR NAME- Please tell me you know something about first aid! I promise you, you help my friend out, I will give you an entire African country of your own when we get out of here and I take over this stupid fucking world!"[/color]

Realizing Bison was talking to her, Mio thought and shrugged, calling back: "My name is Mio. Better remember it!" She started helping Teri drag Bruiser with some difficulty, but assisted her as best as she could. "I will take you by your word!" she added towards Bison. "If you get out of here, and somehow take over the world, you give me the country!" She laughed at what she had said, not taking it completely seriously, although making it clear that she would actually demand it.

The heavy steps of the Fulgore made her look up, but not making out much more than metal, she did not take more than a glance. This would probably not be something she would try to deal with, anyways. Then, finally, Bruiser was stabilized, and Teri could answer her relevant questions. Like who she wanted to make friends with, who would be of use, and who would just whine all the time, like Bison or Bruiser.

Liking to talk, she also gave comments to each one Teri described: "A mute warrior? Good in melee? It's like out of some legend. I'll be sure to give him a crowbar if I find one!" she laughed. "A sharpshooter, too? So far we would not even need magic or something! Maybe I can get some booze from him, too ..."

After Caim and David, Shadow was next, which Teri did not know much about, and Mio therefore could not say much. "Always good to have more drinking companions."
And, speaking of Nadalia and Katya:
"So these two ... they can just run around like that? Hey, I want too!" Realizing the Fulgore was still standing around, she did not say much more. Just: "I wonder if those two like each other, or someone else. I mean ... I don't know what 'digital' means, but it sounds nearly as hot as fire magic!"

At the last one, Mio made a short laugh. "Adelheid? That's a woman's name in some places! And nowhere else I even heard the name! Maybe he was a wanderer because of his name?
And if there's something wrong with him ... aside from his name ... can you try to find out what exactly? I can't really do psh ... psychiatrology, but you're a doctor!"

She got more serious again. "Really, do you think you could find out anything if I talk to him?" she said to Teri before stepping closer to the bars of the cell, but still having enough distance to step away fast, if necessary. "Hey! Adelheid! What's with the metal? What's with your name? Feeling unhappy? If we had a couch here, I would ask you to sit and relax on it. Wait, is it even pleasant to sit in that metal?
... Can you even sit? Seriously, I'm worried about you. We should all be friends to each other! The world would be a better place this way! What do you say, man? Time to make peace?"

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

The Rising Dawn: Hallway/Bedroom: Devon, Rugal, Garm

"...How did you-!?...God dammit, is it seriously that noticable!? urg, Remind me to wear more cologne when this is over then..." Rugal groaned when Devon casually revealed the all-so-secretive deal with the devil he had just made.
"...Lucifer wanted to be of assistance in the upcoming rescue mission, we believed that this was the best way to work around his limitations on interactions with mortals. Don't think I need to tell you to not to make this public knowledge. Either way, we're going up a well armed and well trained force with several tactical advantages over us and some of our allies hostage. I'm not about to refuse some "Divine Intervention"..." He explained to the bard as he began to pace around the room, seeming to massage the back of his head (Which seemed to be where the "Scent" was coming from).
"I can have regrets later when I know my daughter isn't in the hands some of right-wing nutcase with a military fetish..." He then added, least until Devon turned the topic of the conversation to Garm, who had seemed to be back on his feet for the most part.
"Garm? I thought he was still being treated..." The "Captain" (a term that sounding more and more hollow to him) remarked as he glanced at the depressed wolf.

Walking up to the creature, he knelt down as he ran his hand along his fur before saying "This is Temporary, Remember that."
The wolf blearily opened one eye at being addressed, [color=356D60]"I know... I just didn't want to be in the Med-Bay any longer."[/color]
He gave a quick sniff with his nose, causing his head quirked in confusion,
[color=356D60]"Strange... Is Tear-ri's Luke around? It smells like he just did some magic. I thought he wasn't supposed to..."[/color]
"..."
Rugal silently bit the inside of his cheek for a moment before deciding to change the topic: "I have some good news: We just got some backup and one of them wishes to meet with you." He said as Garm noticed the rather attention grabbing singing of the bard, right before the "Alpha" lead him into Devon's room.
[color=356D60]"...?"[/color] Garm took a couple more sniffs, and along with the singing, his ears and tail perked up with recognition.
[color=356D60]"Devon!"[/color] Shooting past Rugal, the wolf ran up to the Bard's side, rubbing himself against Devon's side, [color=356D60]"I am very happy to see you after everything that's happened!"[/color]
"Hm, actually, Now that you are recovered, is there any information you can give me on Teri's attacker? Devon, you might want to hear this too..."

Garm's ears lowered and his tail drooped once more as he began to recount the events,, [color=356D60]"We had just finished saving one of the groups from being mind controlled by our enemies, and were going to regroup with the pack. Because I'm the faster of the two, Tear-ri was riding on my back. We followed some mapping from the Dimitri voice, and went down a side path, that's when he showed up.
For a human, he looked weird, almost like he was covered entirely in armor or metal. Tear-ri tried to talk it out and asked him to leave us alone, but he wouldn't listen, saying some kind of..order or something. I didn't know exactly what he wanted - but he said "surrender". That's when the fight began. She used some magic, summoned a thing to help, it made his metal get really cold - and then she Reppuken'd him in the face. His helmet broke off, and that's how I know he was a human..."[/color]
Garm paused, the look on his face showing that he was trying to remember more, before he looked up again, [color=356D60]"Oh! She knew the guy! I remember that now. When she saw his face, she called him 'Adel'! So she knows him...Somehow. And then he did HIS Reppuken, knocked out our Support and... Everything after that I can't remember. He was too fast. After getting the summon, he went for me. If you didn't show up, Alpha, I'd probably would have died."[/color]
"Adel....Sorry, that name means nothing to me...Though I am wondering how he was able to know that Ki Technique, While I my own knowledge of it was learned somewhat second-hand, it's not common knowledge anywhere from my experiences...."

The Rising Dawn: Medical Bay: Doom, Major Rhodes, Ghost, Ruby, Rory

*TSK!* "...Can I just say, you two REALLY know how to harsh someone's buzz?..." *TSK!*

Ghost remarked as he slowly brought up his index finger before softly pointing the Major's gun away from his face.

*TSK!* "Alright, alright, I'll bring you to the CEO, just keep your little "Friend" on a tight leash. Management mightn't have their shit together right now, but I can assure you: The rules about dangerous criminals and what they can and cannot do is still in effect. Even if the subject in question can't read. Follow me..." *TSK!*

The special agent said before bringing the group over to the Hanger.
Doom meanwhile was recovering from the shock that comes with being told that a loved one was dead and the shock of being told that a loved one might still be alive.
[color=004d]"Ww--w-wwhat?! H-h-ow do you know!? Armstrong didn't kill him too?!"[/color] He began to ramble as he tried to keep up with the others, only to face plant when his pants fell down because he didn't close the button and pull up the fly.
[color=004d]"YOU SEE MAJOR LADY SIR!? IT'S DANGEROUS TO WALK AROUND LIKE THAT!"[/color]

The Rising Dawn: Hangar Command Center: Slindis, Diana, Kazuya, Angelus Feat. Doom, Major Rhodes, Ghost, Ruby, Rory

While the Drow's kind healing did much to restore his focus and ease the pain he was in, it didn't do much for the part where he was still fit to explode from anger, sheer force of will being the only thing stopping him from having a repeat of last night (and possibly loosing the other arm).
The fact that Slindis was now giving him an ultimatium didn't help matters just salt into the wound at this point really.
"Give me a call, will ya? At least once you find out where our people went, exactly." Diana then said as she walked past him, right as a series of numbers began to go into his hea-....she-...was in...his head?
Quickly a wide portion of his anger turned to instant dread, already attempting to make a inventory of all the thoughts he had made in the last 24 hours.
His panic was rather visual, as noted by a few glances by his men at the continuing mental destabilization of their "Leader".
[color=9f2c68]"...The hell are you all looking at?! Get back to wo-Ark!...And get me a uniform!"[/color] He barked at them, his voice cracking as his sole arm held onto the desk at his post, trembling as if he has Parkinson's.

Before long, the Group lead by Ghost arrived on the scene, the Agent pointing to the one-armed man currently now sporting a topless look on his Purple uniform before saying

*TSK!* "That's the boss-man right there. Personally though, I think that there's going to be another "Change in Management" soon. I mean, he's basically just as far gone as Dr. Dumbass there, only he can actually read." *TSK!*

Kazuya soon noticed the group nearing him (as well as that annoying little ***** with the Halberd), attempting to present himself with some authority even as he stood there in a mostly unbuttoned shirt.
[color=9f2c68]"Mind telling me what you are going in my Command Center?..."[/color]

(More Posts coming soon-ish)

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

This was a Collaborative and consensual beatdown

Avatar Adventures | The Airship: The Rising Dawn | The Brig
Wesker | [color=b4b4]Cortex[/color] | Chrysalis​

"Ta ta for now love, I have bigger fish to catch~"

[color=b4b4]"..."[/color]
It happened so quickly that Cortex still had a joyful expression on his face by the time Chrysalis was walking away, looking love struck before the expression slowly began to fade.
[color=b4b4]"...okay..."[/color]
There wasn't any anger, any sadness or-...really anything, this had happened so many times before in the past.
He didn't fight it, he didn't protest, didn't even shed a tear.
Letting go of the bars, he then went back to sitting in the corner of his cell, having had his daily reminder of the cruelty of the world and why a man like him would never find happiness.

But while Chrysalis was content to merely walk away with another poor man's heart broken in her wake, before she could reach the door, a leather glove came down on her shoulder before she heard a rather chilling sentence.
"Getting out of the cell wasn't the part we had trouble with..." Wesker calmly spoke into her ear from behind, now standing right behind her and several feet beyond an open cell door.

It was then the Changling Queen realized she was going to have a very bad time... [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBJzrkFUot0]

Instinctively, she quickly turned around and did what a lot of women would do in such a position: Kick her tormentor in the nuts.
Wesker merely slid back slightly before catching her foot at the apex of it's swing.
For a brief moment, she saw a smirk on the former Black Mesa Administrator before her ankle was violently rotated a full 180' degrees.
She screamed in pain before her leg was pulled towards Wesker, allowing him to land a powerful palm strike to the chest forced all the air out of her lungs.
Her eye couldn't see it because it was so fast, but the doctor then flash-stepped behind her as she was launched back, grabbing her arm and head before plowing her face right into the steel wall near the entrance, breaking her nose and knocking out several teeth.

"I am not a good person..."
A terrible kidney punch nearly vaporized it within her back while a swift downward stomp on the back of her foreleg, caused the bone to snap and jut out though her shin.
"I've killed people for my research, used that research to kill more people..."
Pulling her out of the head-shaped dent in the wall by her hair, he allowed her a moment to collect herself, even going so far as to step back and give her an opening to hit him back, smirking as he stood there with his arms out stretched, as if to say "Bring it".
While her head was spinning, she knew a fight when she saw one and went to use her magic to-
A roundhouse kick across the jaw soon put an end to that, knocking her back deeper into the brig and way from the exit.
"I know I'm going to pay rather dearly for what I've done in my time. I've accepted it."
Her hair was pulled again as he began to drag her back into his cell.

"I know better then to make excuses, to rationalize my evil deeds..."
Before it happened, she saw it coming, which made it a bit worse when her head was shoved into the toilet, water starting to fill her lungs as his heel drove into the back of her skull, keeping her pinned in place.
Both hands then grabbed her wings, tearing them as he threw her back against the bars of his cell.
"I've learn to live with my life choices, my morals, what few I have." He said as he stood over her, gently pressing his foot against her exposed and broken shin bone.
She screamed as he kneeled down to look her dead in the eye for the next part: "One of those is to repay those who hurt the ones I care about in kind. And you know...you really hurt someone who would have gladly given his life for yours."
Standing back up, he shoved her body along with his foot until she was laying along the cell door, her midsection lined up with where the bars locked up with the wall.
"Remember that when you think back on this."

He then grabbed the cell bars before violently "Closing" the cell, ramming the bars against her torso repeatedly.
She tried to stand up as she spat out blood, only to be hit by the bars again.
Attempting to sit up, she tried using her hands to block the next on, only getting a broken hand and wrist for her troubles.
"So how does that make me different from you? It's simple really..." He said as he sat her up lined up with where the door frame.
"When I wake up and look at myself in the mirror, I can say this to myself and know that it's the most honest thing I might say in the entire day...I. Am not. A Whore."
He marked the end of that statement with one last door slam, connecting with her face, her chest and her..."Downstairs" at all once.
A foot then pressed against her bicep before pushing her out onto the floor in the middle of the brig, right before Wesker relocked his cell and calmly went to wash his hands.
"...Don't blame yourself Neo. When you are ready to talk, I'll be here..." He addressed his friend, though he barely even responded to the violence, instead staring at the rivets in the steel walls of his cell with a thousand yard stare.
*Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn!* "Ohhhh, that was Wonderful na-WHOA WHAT THE SHIT?!"

Deadshot seamlessly inserted himself back into the brig (After all he was "There the whole time") as he glanced at the barely breathing form of the Queen bleeding on the floor in front of him.
"....Someone going to tell me what the hell happened to her?"
"She tripped and she fell."
"...Ah now...you don't really expect me to believe that?"
"And you don't expect me to believe that when the children came in here, they were lying when you said you weren't in your cell?..."
"........I didn't see nothing if you didn't see nothing..."
"Glad we can agree on something."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

The Rising Dawn: Canteen: Selena, Luke, Alashi, Tania and...Violet... /)_-"

"Careful-Careful-ow!" Violet whined as the collar was finally cut off his neck, wincing slightly as his cheek was cut.
"Ah Thanks. That was just-..."A good natured prank" by the staff here. Eheheheh...." He then tried to play it off, only for one of the waiter's to hover in front of his face and give the real version.
{You see, his waste of mortal flesh was in charge of the operation that the crew was dispatched on earlier today. Then he got drunk and began to cause trouble here for the rest of the day instead. The Captain was here and from what I gathered, he might have gotten his daughter killed in action. Now, put that Cone back on him, if you take it off, he won't learn anything.}[footnote]Spoken in Infernal or Demon-speak[/footnote]
Without so much as explaining himself, the imp then flew off, leaving a confused Violet to try and play off whatever the hell he just said.
"...Ha! See? They love me here! Now-ummm-I should go, all play and no work makes-....someone-...something..." The G-Corp scientist then said before attempting his exit, walking at a speed that indicated he couldn't leave fast enough...

(Working on more posts, just got conscripted into some road-working ^^

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

World Marshall Undisclosed Location: Anomalous Materials: ARES, Viscus, Dimitri, M. Lab Tech, Paranoid Guardwoman

"..."
"..."
"...Damn, She burned you. Your two got burned. Burned hard. Like, you're just ashes now." One of the junior techs said as ARES pointed out the mistake the GM had made[footnote]Seriously, Sorry about that. So much to keep track of X.X[/footnote] pointed out the issues with the way they were going about their examination of the android.
"...You are really wiser then most of the machines we get in here, I'd just to say." The M. Lab Tech said as he nervously laughed, it had been sometime since the subject he was examining managed to deliver such a statement to him, pointing out the flaws in his research.
"...You know what? Seeing how you just explained your plans and why they won't work, I think it's save to say you are no real threat to us." he then said, much to the annoyance of the Guardwoman.
"Keep the EM field up but re-attach her limbs. This one has been rather co-operative in her examination. Besides, our measures are able to prevent any and all "outbursts" she might have. After all, she said it." He then ordered as the junior techs began to take her off the machine rack, putting back on her arms and legs.
"Perhaps now you can detail your weaponry a bit better now, hm? Go on, let me seem them. He then asked while the guardwoman kept watch.

Back with Dimitri, the System Admin seemed confused at first, right before her cybernetic ears were blasted with a rather impressive imitation of the famous Drowning Pool classic.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!?" She screamed as she fell off her chair and held her ears, giving Dimitri all the time he needed to open the command line prompt and have his way with the admin's settings and permissions.
He was then presented with the network topology, a blueprint of every device on the network and what it did, and with this access, he was free to do whatever he wanted to the un-suspecting lab techs...

 

[Orinon]

The Rising Dawn: Lower Levels: The Armoury
Icarus, Melethia.
As Melethia Cleaned up the armoury and set new Traps, Icarus Very carefully positioned himself near the door without triggering the traps. Icarus noticed her obvious signs of battle, her rather sharp eyes had effectively caught his inexperience, He was somewhat embarrassed to admit that when sparring with his brother Danny Boy, 9 times out of ten, Danny got the better of him. "If you are content to wallow in your untrained talent you are free to do so, but if you intend on actually having some use in the upcoming missions you will be following me to the training room and leaving your pride at the door."
Icarus took a deep breath and attempted to calm down he managed relatively well but he was not great at controlling his emotions Though his Ki energy was now tamer, He had once been able to hold himself in control but it seemed his current power was something he couldn't keep under wrap.
"Very well I just have one question Would you mind if my brother supervised? He's been my Sparring partner and at this point he;s the closest thing I have to a teacher." Icarus then realized he probably should utilize his sword for practice, when he trained in the Void he had always used a blunt practice blade or a large stick. He held out his hand mentally thinking 'I need a practice sword something that wont break, with a similar feel as my sword, but blunt' suddenly the hallway became cold, he felt like something sort of current was trying to pull him he braced himself, by the time the feeling subsided he felt like he just ran a block but standing before him was a Sword-kin, it was older than the ones he had seen before "Hail Prince,It greeted him in a raspy metallic voice "I have heard thine summons and I hath come forth, You will find I shall be an adequate implement for your practices." The Sword-Kin then transformed into a sword, it was almost identical in general design to His own blade, but without the fine detailing and this sword had signs of age, it was also a single material in this Case Titanium. It was while Icarus was holding the blade that he realized Melethia, was looking at him, "Oh right I umm should probably explain he said. "My father was a bit of a blacksmith, he learned how to make sentient swords, that'd turn into little servants." He smiled meekly he also hadn't expected summoning the Sword-Kin from his Vault would tire him.
The Rising Dawn:Canteen, Bar
Selena, Luke, Alashi, Tania, Violet

Alashi was listening politely to Selena, "Business as usual, though to be honest I thought it wouldn't have gotten that bad. I did come with some other friends, and I bet you we'll have our other team members back before too long.""You know we will be getting them back, right? You don't need to drink yourself into a stupor."
Selena set down her glass of whiskey "I had a near death experience, I was in a van plummeting towards earth, so I may need to.. take a break, also A friend of mine may have went a lil... berserk when he thought I died."
She sighed Her head was spinning though of course to her everything else was spinning and it was hard to stay focused or awake.
"Just got back with Devon and the others, actually. Now, do you mind holding still?" Alashi then managed to slice off Violet's collar with her nails. A giggle escaped Selena a somewhat rare occurrence unless if a certain half angel was around.
"Careful he loves to flirt He especially can't help himself if he thinks the girl is pretty," She saiod asd The collar was placed back on him heShe was somewhat oblivous tyo his clear desire to be out of his room and instead grabbed him by the wirst and pulled him in closer to her "Hey Violet do you think You could find where the crew got kidnapped if I gave you a Kiss?" She said snickering she evidently had too much to drink, A touch of magic began to collect around her, It was her Wild Magic. It seemed the tight control of her powers was loosening.

In a Faraway Place.
His body shuddered, he had not felt pain in a long time but that would certainly have registered had he been capable of feeling such a thing. when he looked up he saw a horrendous abomination a demon was before him, It's revolting body was obese from gorging on so many Human souls they were in a swollen belly he could sense their struggle to escape a toothy maw grinned widely "Greetings oh Raven King, I hope you Don't mind my invitation But I Will take great pleasure in Devouring your soul,"
He stood up his staff appeared gripping it tightly the Massive monstrosity Began to Laugh "You are Intend to fight, Foolish Creature it was time you were dethroned" a clawed hand swiped upwards at His Face. the blow didn't injure him however as the Demon did so The claws of the best hooked under the mask lifting if off it's owners face and sending it into the air it connected with the ground.
"Oh dear did I deface the great king Oh please forgive me" It laughing mockingly but paused as Black smoke was drifting off from The Raven King. The Spiritual Psychopomp shuddered as his flesh became corporeal.
"What?" He asked looking at his opponent The Demon was in genuine shock as what seemed to be a mortal man was standing before him dressed in casual clothing. The Immortal Raven King was now wearing Jeans and a T-shirt aloing with a coat made for zipping a grey jacket and a hoodie together.
Dillon looked at himself he was dressed in casual attire and smiled ans his hands clenched it had been so long...
"Ergh It is of no matter you still posses the souls of the Raven King, I shall devour Your Soul and everything you-ergh" The demon had a sudden interruption in the Version of A fist colliding with it's Face. The demon attempted to fend off this attack but it seemed this "mortal' was faster than he should be and launched himself into the air The many eyes followed the movement but didn't anticipate him to launch down so quickly, It could feel it's black bones crunching under the weight of it's adversary.
"Ergh How, HOW ARE YOU THIS STRONG?" the Demon snarled not capable of understanding the power this mere human was displaying.
This didn't last long though as Dillon charged landing a flurry of blows. A grin was spreading across Dillon's face the Demon had clearly underestimated him. The Monstrous Creature growled as Dillon drew a sword, allegedly from nowhere, He slashed at the Beast's gut it howled in pain as the numerous souls came to Dillon, They gathered close to him. his arms sheltered them, a soft melody became audible.
"Wretched Demon you are a threat to Humanity, as such you must be dealt with" He reached into his pocket and produced a Faceted Mirror. The demon writhed as the mirror shined brightly Its twisted and contorted as it's retched form reflected back to it, The demon began to disintegrate In Dillon's Bright light until it;s physical form was no more, but the demon was still visible in one of the facets of the mirror struggling to escape it was not the first creature to enter the mirror and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
Dillon's hands raised and the many souls Shifted Taking the physical form of Silver and gold coins The he gently dropped the coins in a purple silk Bag tied to his belt.
Looking around looking around Dillon Managed to climb out of the hole, pausing to pick up the black Raven-esque mask. He wasn't in a hurry to put the thing back on again, He hand;t felt alive for such a long time, he could at least get some lunch...

And Somewhere Not So Distant
Cabrion awoke somewhere different, He had been couch surfing when he Had a dream from Nythium. As usual it was unpleasant, but He had at least been informed he would wake up with no idea where he was, That wasn't very atypical for him.
When he did wake up His hate had been strategically placed over his face requiring him to remove it. He stretched out groaning, his hand snaked down hoping to find a bottle only to feel plush carpet. With a groan Cabrion got off the Rather nice couch and found his Jacket hanging off the arm of the couch the house was empty and silent He looked around it was clearly a pleasant place to live. He walked over to the kitchen grabbed a post it note writing out "Thanks for Letting me use your couch" he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few gold coins dropping two onto the table he stuck the note to the fridge, taking his jacket before leaving. wherever he was the air felt different here, could there be Magic in the air? was this a world where magic existed? It was faint but he could tell this was not a mundane world, He smiled This place would be worth staying around.
He fumbled around through his Rucksack Searching for his figurines "Thelonious I know your in there somewhere..." He said when he touched something and his mind was filled with curses" "Oh sorry princess" he rolled his golden eyes and started walking, Walking away from the sun.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

New Character Debut!

World Marshall Undisclosed Location: Secure Cell Block: Designation A-Class: Bison, Bruiser, Caim, David, Teri, Mio, Shadow/Agent, FULGORE Featuring B.C. and King Leoric!

The life of a convicted criminal was often a colorful and interesting one, with various events stringing together in ways that often didn't make a lick of sense either in the moment or out of it, usually strewn with victims all along the way. The fact that one prison break landed her smack-dab in the middle of yet another prison was a prime example, and Bonnie Clydesdale couldn't help but run through the entire sequence of events to try and make sense of it. It helped to alleviate the boredom that was starting to set in.

It started with the Confeddie Correctional Authority, prison guards with a fancy-schmancy title, deciding that really, a normal maximum-security prison station in space just wasn't enough for someone with her caliber of criminal skills. It was flattering, really, something that gave her a little chuckle when she heard about it. From there, they put her on a nice little Confederate Prison Transport, where she had quite a bit of fun flirting with and flustering one of the guards. His name was Jimmy, if she remembered correctly, and his face turned such an entertaining shade of red when she licked her lips and winked at him.

She remembered contorting some, mid-flirt of course, to get in a better position to work on the locks on her restraints. B.C.'s mouth twisted into a scowl at the memory of how much of a pain it was to try and shake her ass in that position, but it had worked. Once her legs were free, she went to town. After that... It was kind of a blur. What WAS clear was that she had taken one of the guard's Beamers and in the scuffle, poor Jimmy's face was red for a completely different reason than her flirting. Granted, it was still an entertaining look all the same as his blood-drenched face gaped at her in dumbfounded shock, she admitted with a quiet giggle.

She ran through her mental records, which were a little fuzzy with blue beams bouncing everywhere in the ship--Wait. Bouncing? The buxom convict let out a heavy groan as she closed her eyes and leaned back on the metal box she sat on. Of course, the ricochets. They had to be the culprit.

Because immediately after killing all the guards along with the pilot by some stroke of luck--Good or bad, she couldn't tell--She had taken the helm of the ship and had it go into a warp. From there, everything went wobbly, there was an alarm, and she crash-landed.

Next thing she knew, she was back in the slammer, but one that was a little more primitive than she was used to. And of course, she wasn't alone. She gave a sidelong glance through her eyelashes at her incorporeal cellmate.

"You know, it wouldn't hurt to be a little more friendly, honey. We might be stuck here for some time." she said in a sultry voice, one with just the slightest hint of a southern accent.
Next to her "New girl" was a specter that didn't look too pleased to be here as he hovered above some enchanted looking urn on the opposite side of the cell.
This had not been a good day for the former king of Khanduras, First he was tormented by the antics of Katya and now he was being transferred to share a cell with an even more annoying version of that little brat.

Grinning after a moment, she batted her eyelashes at him and leaned forward, making sure to give him a good look at the girls thanks to the partially-undone prison jumpsuit, adding, "Besides, I can think of worse people to be locked up with, can't you?"
"I once had to share my body with the soul of one of the most evil demon lords in all of creation. I felt his presence though my entire being, day in and day out. I watched as he used my own hands to terrorize my kingdom and my people. I was powerless as he made me kill my beloved and used my sons as vassals when I refused to submit to his power. And even now, centuries later, he has cursed me into this immortal form you see next to you. I do not die, I do not live, I merely am because of that terrible evil..."

There was a moment of silence as Leoric seemed to sigh mornefully and-
[HEADING=1]"BUT I WOULD STILL ENTERTAIN THAT BURNING HELLS BE DAMMED BASTARD FOR TIME IMMORTAL THEN LISTEN TO YOUR INANE RAMBLINGS FOR A MINUTE LONGER!"[/HEADING]
Out of habit, he then tried to strangle his new cellmate, only to watch as his hands faded harmlessly though her neck time after time.
"Oooooh, that's different. Never felt that kind of thrill before. Do it again!"
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ONE OF YOU! SERVE YOUR KING AND BRING ME THIS WRETCH'S HEAD ON A PIKE! YOU WILL OBEY YOUR KING!" He began to scream to both the nearby guards and prisoners, if he hadn't lost his mind to madness all those years ago, he could certainly imagine losing it now.

[hr]

[color=6c1504]"OH WILL YOU SHUT UP!?! THIS WORLD ALREADY HAS A KING AND THAT MAN IS ME!"[/color] Bison then shouted back at his new neighbors before turning back to the on-going medical operation next to him.
He seemed to be rather worried the whole time, even as Bruiser was being patched up.
It was a rather emotional time for him, first his schemes seemed to have been disassembled by his arch-rival and enemies, then he watched one of his closest allies in a state of near death.
But for now at least, he seemed calm, watching intensely as Teri and Mio helped the Machoke out, peering in over their shoulders from his cell as they did their thing.
[color=6c1504]"Is-is-is he going to be alright?"[/color] He then asked when it appeared they were done, judging from the fact that Bruiser didn't seem to be about to die at least.
[color=6c1504]"....T-.......Thanks....I know I-...well-....just thanks..."[/color] He then meekly said before returning to his pacing around the cell, relief starting to fill his system.
"If you get out of here, and somehow take over the world, you give me the country!"
[color=6c1504]"Deal, how about Libya? I've heard about Bengazi so much during my campaign it's the last corner of the world I want to be in."[/color] He even joked, the irony of making such light-hearted humor with people he was trying to kill less then a few hours ago not being lost on him.

Bruiser meanwhile seemed content to just lay there, looking somewhat relaxed now.
Granted, it didn't really help counteract the part where he had been tortured on and off for the last year but even just the placebo of having his wounds tended to did a lot.
"...You-...didn't have to do that, you know....wouldn't have held it against you..." He said, even managing to smile a little as he laid there, allowing the women to converse as he made the most of his current respite.
David meanwhile was just glad they were holding up well enough, even as the topic of conversation turned to their "Watchman", The FULGORE.
"...Huh...So he goes the same kung fu stuff that Blondi does?..." He remarked as both Mio and Teri attempted to converse with the machine.
"Hey! Adelheid! What's with the metal?"

[...]

"What's with your name? Feeling unhappy?"

[...]

"If we had a couch here, I would ask you to sit and relax on it. Wait, is it even pleasant to sit in that metal?"

[...]

"... Can you even sit? Seriously, I'm worried about you. We should all be friends to each other! The world would be a better place this way! What do you say, man? Time to make peace?"

[...]

Bison watched the whole time as little by little, he realized just which "Adelheid" the cleric was talking about.
[color=6c1504]"No, you aren't going to get any peace from that man. Isn't that right, Adelheid?"[/color] The dictator taunted as he attempted to get the robots attention.
[color=6c1504]"Now, this mightn't have been the same man, but the Adelheid I knew of was a truly fearsome warrior that fought as part of a great ruler's army. A man who was able to single-handedly break the fighting forces of countless villages, even cities. A man who was loyal to his leader and people. A man who enjoyed every second of it..."[/color]

[...?]

The last part of that statement seemed to actually get a rise out of the machine as he slowly turned his head towards Bison, walking closer to his cell as he examined the figure, even going so far as to tilt his head as if confused.
[color=6c1504]"But of course, it couldn't be the same man. That man is dead, isn't he?"[/color] The dictator chuckled his hunch confirmed as he walked back away from the edge, seemingly enough to get the machine to return to his post.
Once he was out of earshot, Bison then had a suggestion that he shared with the others.

[color=6c1504]"What if I told you I could bring "Adelheid" back and make him loyal to only me-...I mean, "Us"?..."[/color]
"No."
[color=6c1504]"...Eh?"[/color]
"We. Are not. Doing. That!" The Machoke growled as he managed to force himself up on his feet, looking a LOT more like the Bruiser that Teri would have remembered.
[color=6c1504]"Bruiser, listen to me, I can do this-"[/color]
"I know you could, thats why I'm not going to let you."
[color=6c1504]"What?! Do you WANT to die in this shithole!?"[/color]
"IT'S WHAT WE BOTH DESERVE YOU HUMAN SACK OF SHIT!"
...
A tense air formed as neither side stood down, forcing David to try and break the ice somehow.
"...Uhhhhh....Can we opt out of the "Dying in this shithole" plan?"
...Goddamn it David...

Before a conflict could start along our prisoners, an actual one started outside their cells as Nadalia revealed herself before the guards.
She was spotted LONG before she reached the weapon storage by the other guards along the cell block, after all, she just walked past an entire stretch of prison cells with guards posted along them minus a collar AND an escort.
Quickly she was surrounded by armed Cyborg guards with rifles, but they didn't seem to try and take a shot at her, instead waiting for the FULGORE to bring up the rear before standing in front of her.
It paused for a moment as he went though some of the data-logs, namely Katya's ruse to get her and a few other prisoners out.

[You left your cell with 3 others. Where are they now?]

He droned before baring his blades, intent on getting his answer one way or another.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Escapist Avatar Adventures | Airship Rising Dawn | Medical Bay | Surgical Observation Room
Party's over... can we go go go?
Rory Mercury | Ruby Babbage-Lovelace | Angelus | Diana | Doom | Kazuya Mishima | Naamah | Major Rhodes Selmy | Slindis​

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The Demi-Goddess of Death was neither in awe of nor amused by the false sense of authority the hapless former CEO of G-Corp attempted to put on display. It was apparent that Kazuya Mishima could have been a great warrior in his day though time had not been kind to the wounded warrior and while Rory Mercury could appreciate the stoic manner in which he held himself upright, the man was still a slimy as a minotaur's digestive system. It was this type of creature that Emloy's disciple enjoyed personally sending to her patron, Emloy. Rory licked her lips and tightened her grip on her Halberd as she prepared a response to Mister Mishima's vain attempt to curry some sort of authoritative power.

"[color=9f2c68]Mind telling me what you are doing in my Command Center?...[/color]"

SHLICK!

No, that was not the sound of the giant Halberd slicing off Kazuya's good arm, nor was it the sound of his head being sent out the great Hanger Bay doors, it was the sound of the former but temporarily reinstated CEO's clothing being tightened like a corset. Apparently, one nine year old girl had taken offense to the man's sweaty and flabby man boobs (or sweaty pecs) being out for display.

"Ew ew ew ew!" Ruby Babbage-Lovelace exclaimed loudly as she both covered her face as well as pointed an outstretched finger towards the formerly bare chested former but sort of current CEO of G Corporation. A muffled voice from the side of Major Rhodes Selmy's ample hills could be heard lecturing the Red Faced Executive, "If Auntie Rhodes has to keep them covered up, so should you!"

Now, it's assumed that Mister Mishima had never worn a corset, or if he had, he'd refrained from revealing this side of his personality to the world, he'd have found the experience rather uncomfortable as the super tightened and strengthened cloth, thanks to the magic of a magical girl in a pink dress, would have been trying to crush the man's ribs into dust and deflate the man's lungs. It would not be too dissimilar from a full hug from Miia.

The black and crimson clad loli halted her attack as her prey had been disabled and to have killed him at that moment, while fitting for the man who attempted to kill one of his prisoners, would have gone against everything that Rory had learned regarding the honorable treatment of prisoners. Sighing loudly as she released the tension out of her muscles and released the blood lust that was about of overtake her, the Dark Haired Demi-Goddess eyed the oxygen deprived megalomaniac before addressing Ruby.

"You may want to loosen your stitching a bit Ruby," Rory said playfully to the little girl whose face was still pressed against her Auntie Rhodes' chest.

"Okay Miss Mercury!" Came the still muffled response with was soon followed by sound of stitches popping open and air being allowed back in Kazuya's lungs.

"Now... when you are ready to listen to reason, little Ruby here will guide Major Rhodes, her Angels, what crew are able bodied to join the assault and myself to the location where our comrades are being kept. If you want to send you men, that is entirely up to you. If you want to redeem what honor you have left, you can come along. If you want to stop us, I'm sure either myself of Major Rhodes would be more than willing to convince you why this would be a bad idea." Rory said severely as she dictated how things were going to work until whatever petty nonsense was going on with the broken business man was settled. She turned to her companion with the nine year old girl in her arms and asked, "Have you anything to add?" and turned to the other Rising Dawn Heroes in attendance (Angelus, Slindis), "Or have you any issues with what I propose? I should warn you that regardless, you won't deter me from freeing our captive friends."

Now this was quite the scene that had unfolded on the Hanger Deck. Kazuya Mishima, Former/Current/Future Former CEO of G Corporation was being told in "his" Command Center what was going to happen by a pair of women holding a pair of girls (or girl like beings in Naamah's case). If Kazuya was going to try anything, it would probably be best to do so when he wasn't in such a precarious position.

 

[Kalastryn]

World Marshall Undisclosed Location: Anomalous Materials: ARES, Viscus, Dimitri, M. Lab Tech, Paranoid Guardwoman

"...Damn, She burned you. You two got burned. Burned hard. Like, you're just ashes now." One of the junior techs said as ARES pointed out the issues with the way they were going about their examination of the android.
"...You are really wiser then most of the machines we get in here, I'd just to say." The M. Lab Tech said as he nervously laughed, it had been sometime since the subject he was examining managed to deliver such a statement to him, pointing out the flaws in his research.
"...You know what? Seeing how you just explained your plans and why they won't work, I think it's save to say you are no real threat to us." he then said, much to the annoyance of the Guardwoman.
"Keep the EM field up but re-attach her limbs. This one has been rather co-operative in her examination. Besides, our measures are able to prevent any and all "outbursts" she might have. After all, she said it."

"That's much better..." ARES said as her arms and legs clicked back into place, rolling one shoulder and rubbing it with the opposite hand as you might expect someone to do with a sore shoulder.

"... Well doc, given that you haven't threatened me several times over, I guess I could spare some details." She said. Externally, she was surprisingly calm, giving a rather careless disposition on letting slip what were military secrets on her inner workings. However what she was thinking internally was very different. Reattaching her limbs was a mistake... not one that she would make abundantly clear at the time being, but now that she actually had her limbs attached, her motives changed.

Instead of buying the patience of those in the room with complete cooperation in order to stay online, she was trying to buy time with those explanations. Time for use by the other members of the Rising Dawn. She knew how many were captured on her own transport, but if other trucks arrived earlier or later it wouldn't matter... the result was the same. She'd witnessed them take a well armed military base by storm, level a building while fighting an enormous machine that would make her creators blush at the thought of making... this should not be very different. They fight, falter, and then attack again with a resurgence that far outperformed their first attempt. As of now, they'd probably found a way around their restraints. Keeping the collars on but not functional would be the perfect way to hide in plain sight... hm... given their "subtlety" at MIT that might not be exactly the case, but nonetheless they'd not be down for long.

There was plenty to speak about, and so long as she didn't contradict any earlier information she could inform them of whatever she wanted right? Though, that might prove difficult, seeing as how they've been examining her piece by piece before she awoke and couldn't bluff through what they knew so far. She'd just have to reveal the details slowly. One of the easiest ways ARES had learned to slow a conversation were counter questions. The more time you make your interrogator dwell on specifics and ask for more information, the more time you could spend not answering the questions they asked before.

"While I see no harm in cooperating further, you're going to need to be specific. I have 5 more or less readily available armor and weapon systems, when I switch between them, not only does my exterior change, but I quite literally "rewire" mentally. File directories to information on weapon and augmented performance systems suited to other frames are stored in respective locations, which even as in control of this body as I am, I cannot access without donning the appropriate gear. For example, this is the Astrek corporation[footnote]Given that these armors were based on ones meant for human use, their original designs are credited to their original manufacturers. Thankfully, there are actual corporations in game which I can name![/footnote] designed Dreadnaught frame. It's the least mobile of the five, but that is a side effect of being the most heavily armored of each of them. It most heavily armors the back, and the legs as I'm sure you've noticed. The plating on the arms is less thick to allow for a necessary amount of dexterity to operate heavy weaponry such as the heavy machine gun it was meant to operate." She says, before getting back to her main point.

"The accord were very specific about the limitations ARES units were built to comply with. I could inform you about a select few universal utilities every frame has, but other than that... while my persona is not disrupted in the process, my understanding of how the other four systems work is limited unless I were to actively wield them. It only takes a few minutes to shift between them, but I assume you and your cohorts have priorities on what you want to get out of my information. ARES units were meant to function in groups of five preferably so that each armor's role could be utilized to their maximum potential and their shortcomings would be compensated for by other units. Out of the roles I can fill, one armor is meant for stealth, another for medicinal purposes, an engineering frame which has the most utility of all of them, and a frame armed with explosive ordinance which is faster, but less well defended than this frame." she explains.

"I suppose what I'm getting to is that time is a non-refundable commodity. Valuable to you at that. I could go one with this system's functionality or at your preference I could give you more preferable information sooner with a bit of time to adjust." She suggested, which all in all would sound excellent... but what she really wanted out of that was to bait the doctor into allowing her to shift frames, the downtime making it more difficult to obtain information without actually resisting. More time her information needs clarifying means more time they have to spend learning it. More time they have to spend studying ARES means more time they can't shut ARES down. Of course, more time they can't simply shut her down means more time to be potentially chance upon an opportunity to be useful when World Marshall inevitably comes to regret their choice of enemies...