Blood Gulch Blues

[Chungchangching]

Interactions:
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Oh gosh, he's coming after me. This is the end. Tell Bart and Dave I love them if I don't make it back alive! What cruel fate has Notch bestowed upon me!! I picked up the pace to escape this weirdo, running into the armory before looking back to see him still chasing after me, what does he want?! I saw a man and decided that he'll be the one who can protect me from this weird soldier. I ran behind him and pointed at the stalker trying to get me, commanding this stranger that he should defend me from the armored man even though we don't know each other. . . but we're on the same team at least!​

 

[Kameron Esters-]

"AAAAHHH! I'm sorry I won't touch another gun in my life, I swear!" Captain Falcon jumps as Slamacow hides behind him. He looks to the pixelated, box man curiously "Wow...Talk about being a square." Falcon chuckles to himself "What's go you all spooked, pal?" he looks back to the entrance to the armory to where Slamacow was point at.
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[Atomic Chucklenuts]

Rex looked at the man puzzled and at the others with a confused expression, but Sora who was intrigued by the strange man's backstory begins to ask more about him.

"Uhhh. Where did you did yo-" Before Rex could question as to where the man showed up and how he got that ice cream in the middle of the desert, Sora interrupts him and is saddened by his backstory. "Ah, I'm sorry. I don't know what this "outbreak" is, but it sounded like guys sound like you must of have pretty rough lives. Where's your sister now, is she safe?"

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[jigglesworth]

Blue Team
GeorgeTownRaja StaidFoal Kameron Esters- Veradana @armorygang​

Well, seems like Price got his message across. The girl better of learnt her lesson, for everyone's sake. John doesn't bother to help her up; besides, she asked someone else for help. The newcomer walked in, trying to get their attention. Price nodded to them. He'd go to shake their hand, but they might be too occupied helping the kid up. "Lookin' for guns? Found the right place." Price assumed what they were here for, and went back to readying himself.

He nodded to Corvo as he decided to tag along with the practice session. Good, people need to learn how to use these things if they're going to survive. Michael said he'd come too, making a good point about having not much else to do while they wait for orders. If that goes on long enough, Price might not wait for Church to get off his ass, whatever he's doing. Meanwhile, as they talked, some large man walked in talking to himself. One accidental discharge later and a bullet ricocheted and hit him in the face, his helmet protecting his thick skull. Price swore under his breath, looking at the large man. "Yeah, leave the guns to us, mate. You'll get yourself killed more than others." He'd react more but, unlike the girl, "Falcon" understands his incompetency once it happens, as he put down the weapon. Who exactly this "Falcon" is going to punch without getting shot, Price wasn't sure. He seems confident, though, and very big, he might last long enough to get in close. Better than him holding a gun. John feels like he'll have that same sentiment about most people in this canyon, and he does not like that feeling.

Considering the Dame also doesn't have experience with modern weapons, he extends an invitation to her. "Care to tag along, Ryder? Every head counts."

 

[Addicted to Coffee]

Atomic Chucklenuts thatguyinthestore

Before Chris can speak he would regreted picking up the ice cream in the middle of the desert... As good as it was the sand build up in his mouth was unbearable.... Clearing his throat Chris reply

"I have not seen my sister in 5 years I don't know where she is" Chris said in a low tone.... "I have been looking for her since"

 

[BoltBeam]

Spoiler: BGM (Listen while you read if you want!)

Pain On Wheels

Finally, in the garage, Red Riding Hood would find that it is empty and pretty dark. It took a bit of searching, but she eventually did find a light. And, upon doing so, she would notice that the garage itself was very empty. Some miscellaneous tools laid about, as well as some half-eaten pizza, though only one object in particular probably really stuck out to her.

A pretty large vehicle with a turret attached to the back! Cool!

Red Riding Hood whistled upon finding this vehicle in question - she had seen vehicles back home, but not ones with weaponry attached to it! "Oooh, lookie here..." She said in a curious and hopeful tone, opting to approach and take a better look at this thing. Four wheels, looked durable, it's armed as well - she's struggling to contain herself. "And this is just how it looks - I dare wonder what it can do..." She thought aloud, now standing by the side of this vehicle in question. Whatever this thing was, Red Riding Hood's curiosity had been piqued. Perhaps she could sneak a peek at it - though she is fairly certain that taking this thing out for a test run is 'not' a good idea when it's unauthorised.
Character Information

Link to CS: Here!​

Hex Code: #c93648​

Status (physically): Fine​

Status (mentally/emotionally): Fine​

Powers: Magical abilities and species abilities​

Items: Blood Weapon Scissors, presumably full water bottle​

Skills/Abilities: Adaptable fighter, versatile (weapon-wise), best in none​

Course of action: That's a cool ride!​

RP Information

Location: Blood Gulch/Red Team Base/The Garage​

Interactions: thatguyinthestore ​

Mentions: None​

Nearby/In Group: Red Team (The Garage)​

 

[FactionGuerrilla]

• Kassandra
• Status

• 
  Kassandra had turned to begin examining the grenades in particular when she heard the sound of metal being smacked right against someone's heads. Turns out the less-than-athletic man, Michael, had had taken a contraption and whacked the girl and some weirdo who had also been arbitrarily using these unfamiliar weapons with absolute impunity. She didn't even bother addressing the irritating duo at this point, nor the people that came in- Not even Raven, since she was more intrigued by the gadgets. She hefted a grenade in her palm, feeling its surface and examining the chain on top of it but not daring pull it off lest it had bad consequences. She wasn't stupid; no way would she touch anything she didn't know, especially since she already saw just how powerful the "pistol" was.
  
  As Kassandra put a couple grenades away and moved to take the sticky grenades- blue spheres that she assumed had a similar function to the other spherical weapons- Price suggested the group head out to get a better feel for these foreign weapons. The Ancient Spartan nodded in agreement, though before she moved on Corvo stated she needed "ammo" and pointed out the boxes of metal contraptions, much smaller than the weapons. At this, she nodded before heading over to the boxes of ammo, taking a pistol magazine and looking directly in. The shells seemed to be similar to the metal cylinders that she examined from Vitan's pistols, though they were filled inside plus had a tip. Of course, the Spartan quickly picked up two and two before inserting the pistol mag where it belonged, the magazine fitting in the pistol's "hole" with a satisfying "CLICK". She put the pistol away, eyeing that curved protrusion towards the bottom of the pistol; from what she saw from Vitan's motions, that part was likely what released the metal shells, and she did not want to use that too early.
  
  "Alright. Now we're getting somewhere," The mercenary nodded to Corvo out of gratitude, grabbing a few more pistol magazines and putting them away for future use. However, she did notice right off the bat that her Sniper Rifle's "hole" for the metal extension was much longer; no way could the ammo she had fit. She reached forwards to dig into the ammo box before yet another moron decided it was smart to mess with the weapons. This time, it was a blue-clad man with a red helmet covering his eyes and embroidened with a bird. Her brown eyes snapped over to the newcomer before giving him an irritated glare- More out of disappointment than anger, though.
  
  "Can we go for a few moments without one of you malakes (assholes) using these weapons if you don't know how to use them? How hard is it to understand common sense?" The warrior remarked to Captain Falcon out of irritation, turning her attention right back to the ammo. Within a few seconds, she found an "extension" for her giant weapon that looked like it was long enough to fit the hole. Inside was "ammo" that was much, much longer. Not as long as an arrow, but its thickness almost certainly made up for that.
  
  "I think this ammo works," The Blue team member commented aloud to herself, completely unaware of her slight misuse of the term as she put the magazine right into her Sniper Rifle, loading it but not chambering it just like she did with her pistol. Either way, she slung the sniper rifle (which nobody else had told her their names) over her back, taking a few extra magazines before nodding at the rest of her competent crew.
  
  "I think I'm ready. Better show me how these..." She struggled to find a proper word for 'gun', since nobody had really given her words to work with besides for 'ammo'- "...weapons work." She walked over to the exit from the Armory, waiting for the other men to take the lead.
  
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  Physical Status: Healthy
  Mental Status: Ready
  Location: Blue Base Armory
  Direct Mentions: Corvo StaidFoal , Price jigglesworth , Captain Falcon Kameron Esters-
  Indirect Mentions: Suburo FactionParadox , GM thatguyinthestore , Vitan Chungchangching , Benedict Benedict Cucumberpatch
  Acquired Equipment: Sniper Rifle, Pistol, Throwing Knives, Grenades, Sticky Grenades
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[Raynar Saassin]

Prologue
"Roses are Red, Violets are Blue"


Whatever you were doing mere moments before, whether you were fighting an epic battle or simply sitting on your couch and eating Cheetos, each and every one of you suddenly felt a sharp pain course through your body. It felt as if every fiber, every nerve of your being was being ripped apart by some unknown force. It was almost like a burning sensation, to some it might have even been the worst pain you’d ever experienced. Perhaps some of you were able to endure this longer than others were, but eventually, even the strongest of you gave in and passed out from the sheer pain alone.

You awake after an unspecified amount of time (how would you know, you’d been knocked out!) to what appears to be the interior of a military transport aircraft. Upon further inspection, you’ll notice that a projector is hanging from the ceiling and facing toward the cockpit, where a projector screen is hanging right next to the door.

“Oh great! You’re awake!” Comes the voice of a man in purple armor seated on the far left corner closest to the cockpit. “I’m Frank DuFresne, but you guys can just call me Doc.” He said in a rather cheerful tone of voice. The man appeared to be holding a pistol of some sort. Due to his helmet, you couldn't see his face at all, though judging by his cheery tone and demeanor, he was most definitely smiling.

“How ‘bout you start by telling me where the fuck I am and why I'm on some fuckin military jet? Did Trevor put you up to this?” Came the voice of an older, overweight male seated on the opposite end closest to the exit of the plane. Doc simply shook his head and remained in his seat.

“Sorry sir, but I don't know who Trevor is. All I know is that you're supposed to be delivered to Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha. You guys are the new recruits, aren't you?” Doc inquired as he looked over at the male, almost sounding surprised that he didn't know where he was or where he was going.

“New recruits? The hell are you on about!?” The man asked with a brow raised in question, sounding confused yet annoyed at the same time. Doc simply chuckled in response.

“Oh, now don't be silly! For the Red and Blue teams!” Doc exclaimed, his cheerful demeanor now returning as he looked to the rest of the group. “You guys do know what I’m talking about… right?” He asked, sounding a bit more unsure now after a brief moment of silence. Michael simply rolled his eyes and scoffed, muttering something under his breath before turning to look out the window.

Whether you didn't answer or you told him “no”, Doc would rub the side of his head for a moment and shake his head. “Oh… well, I was supposed to show you this video anyways.” Doc said before pulling a remote out of a drawer beside his seat. After pressing the “power” and “play” buttons on said remote, the projector near the cockpit would suddenly flash to life, and on the screen would be what appeared to be a normal looking man sitting at a desk.

“Yoyoyo dudes, dudettes, and dudeorinos! It's me, Vic, your local guideorino and best friendo! You lucky dudes and dudettes have been recruited to join the Red and Blue teams at Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha. Now don't you worry your pretty little faces, ‘cuz it ain't that hard, my homies. All you gotta do is kill the enemy!” Vic stated completely nonchalantly in an awfully cheery demeanor. “Anyways, I gots to get off the video now cause this cameras about to be in camerita heaven if I don't get new batteritas, but if any of y'all got any questions hit me up at 555-VICK. See you guys later!” With that, the projector would abruptly shut off, causing Doc to turn and look at all of you exquisitely.

“So… do you guys have any questions?”

The legendary Demon Slayer, ironically named Doom Slayer, was hard at working doing what he does best; cleaning out Mars and Hell of Demon filth. That was when he felt a sharp pain through his body. Either that was a side effect from utilizing his immense strength to literally rip a Hell Knight's horns off and beat it to death with them, or something else was going on. His body felt like it was being ripped apart, as if he himself was being ripped and teared.

That was when he woke up from the immense pain and found himself on a military vessel. Numerous others were there as well, all talking with an armored purple guy who called himself Doc. He simply stood at the back and watched, listening in on why exactly he was pulled from Hell into some silly game. When the video came in with someone called Vic, he heard him say that he was recruited to kill some "Reds" and "Blues" which to him sounded like a fun time. As he continued on with the mission details, he was crackling the knuckles of his Praetor Suit as he knew what he was going to get into. Once all was said and done, and they were dropped off at the destination, he saw a mind to head to the nearest base he was dropped off, but first...

He had some Equipment to scavenge. How could he live up to one of his names as an Unchained Predator if he didn't have any weapons? Throughout the course of the events of this boxed Canyon in the middle of nowhere, Doom Slayer was busy finding weapons.

Several Moments Later . . .

"Sea salt ice cream? That sounds... fucking disgusting," Grif said, visibly cringing at the idea.

"Yeah, I think that I gagged a little at that one," Simmons replied, nodding.

"Yeah... I mean, I've got some Twinkies on me," Grif said, before reaching into... somewhere in his suit and distributing four perfectly wrapped and perfectly conditioned Twinkies. "Here, take some." Grif said as he handed them out to Rex, Sora, and Simmons. "It's gotta be better than that disgusting salt flavored ice cream you were just talking about. Just... eugh..."

"Do you just... shove food into your armor? Are you seriously that much of a disgusting fatass?"

"Simmons, I think you underestimate the space my armor has provided me for foods. I have Twinkies up here, bananas, cotton candy, chocolate that probably melted... hell one time I shoved an entire pizza up here!" Grif said, which caused Simmons to let out his own disgusted noise.

"Okay okay just... stop talking before I vomit inside my helmet!" He said.

Throughout his time wandering through Blood Gulch, there was no weapon in sight. Looked like it was just a boxed Canyon in the middle of nowhere, with two bases in the middle of nowhere. With nothing obtained at this moment in time, he decided to approach the Red Base. Grif and Simmons; as well as anyone near them, would be able to notice a dark green armored dude walk up the Ramp of their base and walk up to them.

"..."

Not much of a talker, is he?

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[GeorgeTownRaja]

"You really think that he can give our powers back?" Luffy asked curiously. "I mean, this guy doesn't look to be..." He said as he is having trouble finding a word that matches what he is trying to say.

DerpyCarp

 

[Riven]

The way Umbra reacted with slight bouncing with its arm close to its chest, makes it seem it was laughing. With the reaction of Church asking why, The frame had shrugged, but pointed to the marker, following with a slow bow of gratitude. The operator at the time had stopped laughing too, still fighting to keep breaths.

"Alright, that was certainly entertaining." As it looked around for a notebook or something as such, it simply had wandered off, giving Church a small wave and another bow. "Well, hopefully we'll find something to write on for sure."

It didn't realize how long it had wandered off before hearing the sounds of more people, talking? "Hmm, let's see who else was here."

Umbra had proceeded to follow the sounds of voices, running into a room what might seem to be the rest of it's team, and if it is not mistaken, weapons.

More importantly, the first he had laid his lack of facial features face on, was a man with a beard, a funny hat, and a strange accent.

thatguyinthestore

jigglesworth GeorgeTownRaja StaidFoal Kameron Esters- Veradana

 

[Veradana]

After the others subdued the strange, wild child, Myrtle had more reservations about their captors’ capabilities. Considering that they had no one guarding their armoury, and how little respect for weaponry some civilians could hold, it was clearer and clearer that they few soldiers would be the only ones who could keep this place and the ordinary citizens from the specter of Julius waiting for their last breaths. And even that being the case, Myrtle could not call herself the height of a soldier here. Her limited training left her a liability.

Myrlte nodded at Captain Price,

“I would appreciate the training,” she said, “although our time is limited, I will put my trust in your abilities and tutelage.”

GeorgeTownRaja StaidFoal Kameron Esters- jigglesworth FactionGuerrilla @Armoury_Training_Gang

 

[Kameron Esters-]

Captain Faclon throws his hands back in response to Kassandra "Well myyyy bad, lady. I for one know how to use a weapon....It's just that my finger slipped was all." Captain Falcon shrugs "So what're we doing again? I noticed we kinda just bunched ourselves in the gun closet. Are we the Breakfrast Club something? Are we eating bullets for breakfast?" Falcon chuckles to himself before he thinks for a moment "Speaking of which, what is there to eat around here?"
Blue Team

 

[SheepKing]

Narancia Ghirga


“Uh....jacaranda I guess? Thanks again man, you’re doing me a huge favor.”
Narancia personally wasn’t all that much of a pink person, and while he could respect how well a certain blonde member of his team could wear it with pride, he probably wouldn’t have been able to replicate the same sense of style. Purple was actually one of his favorite colors besides orange as well. Plus, it’s not like he was going to wear the bedsheet in some fashion show, in fact the exact opposite would be preferable. The easier it is not to stand out once he does finally get out of here, the better. The last thing he needs is to get forcibly brought back here because his bright pink bedsheet could be seen from a mile away. He idly listened to the chatter about something called Hunky Guys monthly and gave a light wave goodbye to the young girl as she left. It was pretty understandable that after being followed by a grown man like him, she wouldn’t be so privy towards staying in a small space with the guy. Odessa, However seemed to be more focused on the guy’s apparent femininity as she so bluntly asked for clarification on his sexuality. Even someone like Narancia couldn’t help but mentally face palm at the comment. Though giving the benefit of the doubt, Narancia supposed that she just didn’t want to assume anything about the man before getting a direct confirmation which he could somewhat respect. Still, maybe just to mess with her a bit, Narancia couldn’t resist devilishly adding, “You got a problem with him liking dudes Odie? I never took you for that kind of person.” Now if she seriously was an actual homophobe, then there’d certainly be some issues, but for now, Narancia hoped that he simply was just teasing her a bit.

Interacting with: PolikShadowbliss StaidFoal thatguyinthestore
Location: Red Base, Donut’s room
Current Items:
1. Paper clip (1)
2. Throwing knife (1)
3. Assault rifle (1)
4. Pistol (2)
5. Ammo (bagged)
6. Extra bags (10)​

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Odessa

Odessa looked at Naranica as soon as he asked that question: this was what she wasn't hoping to hear. The man (woman?) was clearly teasing her for now but she choose her words carefully.

”No. I'm honestly just curious.” Men generally didn't act so feminine but she was aware of the double standard she was unintentionally supporting but..... Men generally weren't so feminine...... Ugh why was that bothering her so much? She wasn't homophobic at least she thought she wasn't --- she hoped she wasn't. So either he’s a horrible stereotype or he is a surprisingly feminine man. I am fine with either of course. But one is definitely better than the other.

thatguyinthestore
SheepKing

 

[Atomic Chucklenuts]

Sora was going to reply to Chris, but then Doom Slayer came out of nowhere and just starts staring at the five men.

"Ok? Hello, can we help you with something?" Rex speaks up after being interrupted countless times "Why do we keep attracting all these people?" Rex commits with a little chuckle only for Sora to replay with, "Heh. I guess that's part of my charm." The boy says smug and proud

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[Raynar Saassin]

Sora was going to reply to Chris, but then Doom Slayer came out of nowhere and just starts staring at the five men.

"Ok? Hello, can we help you with something?" Rex speaks up after being interrupted countless times "Why do we keep attracting all these people?" Rex commits with a little chuckle only for Sora to replay with, "Heh. I guess I that's part of my charm." The boy says smug and proud

"..."

All Doom Slayer responded with was his usual menacing glare. He didn't really seem to talk much, if not at all. He motioned towards one of the weapons that the people were carrying, as if to say he wants one as well. Otherwise, it was pretty evident that he doesn't talk.

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[jigglesworth]

Blue Team
FactionGuerrilla Veradana Riven StaidFoal thatguyinthestore @armorygang​

Well, looks like Blue Team's gonna have a fun practice session. The Dame agreed to tag along, learn how to use these modern weapons. "Wonderful." John wished at least one of them would choose an assault rifle over a sniper, but he can understand the appeal. Who knows, maybe he isn't the only one who'll use a rifle. At first, Price wasn't sure how this whole thing would turn out, and although he's still very annoyed with the situation, it isn't the worst it could be. By the time the shooting starts, maybe these folk will have learned how to use their weapons well enough. They'll have to, for everyone's sake. John grabs his own sniper munitions, and at Kassandra's word starts to head out, beckoning for those who wished to join to follow.

He's stopped, however, by an armored.. man? Robot? Thing. The armor looked quite intricate, and definitely not from Earth's history. John tipped his boonie to them, a little confused. "Uh, hello, mate. You looking for something?"

 

[Birb]

Delta

Another sigh escaped his lips soon after, mostly directed towards himself, before he redirected his vision to Delta. "If you refuse, then I suppose not much would change. You would pretty much be stuck doing the same thing. It's already been set in stone with the Reds and Blues that you will be acting as mercenaries for them. However, if you were to say... refuse them, well..." Toffee smirked. "Well, let's just say that things might not bode well for you, especially when you all lack any powers or weapons."

".... Alright."

He didn't have much to say. He just shrugged and nodded, as if looking uninterested. But was he really? Who knows.

"That is wonderful to hear," Toffee said in response to Double Trouble, nodding slightly as well. He then watched with a bored expression as he saw Luffy's display. "Are you finished?" He asked, slightly annoyed. With yet another sigh, his attention was refocused onto Bonnie Hood. "I'm afraid not," He said with a shake of his head. "I don't make the rules, though I'm sure that it would be in your best interests to follow them, hm?" He said, then answering Snake. "You will be able to access your funds when you return to your home world. Either they will be directly transferred into your bank account, or if you do not have one, you will simply receive a check for your efforts."

That's right.. funds... The man had forgotten they were being paid. Perhaps because he didn't care much for the pay.

"For the last time, I did NOT take your powers." Toffee said in an extremely annoyed voice as he listened to Luffy scream, and allowed Leala to subsequently attempt to calm him down. He let out another sigh, this one quite louder than the others, before redirecting his attention to Lucky, who seemed to be at least acting more sensible than the straw hat boy. "Time is relative across the multiverse. You could be here for years and only five minutes could pass in your own world. Or, you could have only been here for five minutes, and within those minutes, ten years could have passed in your universe. So, it is hard to say," He paused for a moment. "But if you are presumed dead in your universe after the end of this ordeal, then I'm sure that we can find you work. As for me? Well... let's just say that I represent a group of very powerful people. Very powerful people who happen to find it in their interests to make sure this mercenary plan goes off without a hitch, and is prepared to reward those involved for their efforts to ensure that."

"As for how they would hire you... well, just trust me on that one. Trust goes a long way in a partnership such as this, after all."

The ninja looked around at the rest of the group, and scrunched his forehead.

"If you people keep damn asking... I'm sure if he wanted to pull off this.. scheme I guess, he wouldn't have taken our powers... if anything leaving them with us would be an aid to accomplishing said scheme... if any of you tone deaf deadheads make me talk again to clear something up, I swear..."

He hated talking, and having to explain things. The more he talked, the more likely people were to deduce about him. That was the last thing he wanted.

So... he was also offering some sort of job? Delta thought about it for a second.. but that really wasn't for him. Sure, he'd probably be allowed to continue whatever work they would be assigned here, which sounded exciting and all.. but it really wasn't his thing to work with or for people. Perhaps his mind could be changed later on... but it probably wouldn't.

Mood: Irritated
Health: Healthy
Actions:
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Interactions: thatguyinthestore , SOLO TEAM
Location: In the military aircraft

 

[DerpyCarp]

"I think, that even if he can't, we will be getting them back, one way or another. Whatever is suppressing us cannot last forever." Lealan informs Luffy, then turns to Truffle. "Sssssso, can we leave and get ssssstarted yet? I'm sssssure we are all raring to go, and you sssssseem like a busy man."
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[PopcornPie]

"To be honest, I didn't even know I had powers." Lucky blinked. "So I can't say I'm really shaken about losin' mine. Especially since I'm more worried about how I'm gonna survive back in society." He growled. "I can't be the only one feeling like I'll be sent back a dead rabbit walking...." Maybe that's why Toffee was so cool about being stuck here as well, knowing that he, too, was too soft to go home.

 

[Rodan The Asexual Kaiju]

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A mysterious figure would arrive at the entrance of the blue base, their white robes and cape would flutter in the wind. They would look to the side of them making sure no one was ready to attack them. The figure would proceed to wipe the dust off their mask before reaching for their saber, they would realize their saber wasn't on their waist. They would let out a big sigh before opening the entrance of the base and walking inside of it with their hands behind their back. They would look around before flicking up their hood around their mask.



Jedi Knight
Revan

Blue Team

 

[Riven]

"He certainly seems more human than anything of Grineer, it seems from where we are this place is definitely not the same time as our home." Umbra watches as the stranger tips its headgear, most likely a sign of greeting or respect, to which, he responds with a bow as well.

The warframe holds up its hands and begins showing motions of holding a rifle, bouncing its arms in shape of an automatic by the looks of it. It seems it's trying to hopefully show this human.. Price, it is definitely wanting to join in shooting things. If it'll help get these things out of the way faster, might as well join the fun.

After a few seconds of the motion, the warframe decides to take a second tactic of showing what he meant. Pulling out the sharpie, it proceeds to uncap it and write something onto the palm of its left hand, before moving it close so the other person can see. "Oh yes Umbra, hopefully he will understand, knowing they have firepower, they can't be too primitive", says the operator from within it's mind.

Give gun. Let's shoot things.

​

jigglesworth

 

[thatguyinthestore]

"Right... well, I am pleased about your cooperation regardless," Toffee said to Lucky. He then looked at Snake. "I do not know. As I've said, I was not behind taking any of it. I'd hope sooner than later, though." He said, before turning to Delta. "Ah yes.... You may work away from these.... others if you so please. As long as the job gets done, you needn't worry about the finer details such as that." He said, and then finally, looked to Leala. "Yes, I suppose that's it. Does anyone else have any further questions, comments, or concerns?" Toffee asked, wanting to make sure before he ended their conversation.

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Michael damn near jumped out of his skin upon hearing yet another gunshot, instinctively flinching as it bounced around the room like a rubber ball. When the sound of bullets flying every which way subsided, the former thief slowly looked up and faced Captain Falcon, who seemed to be the culprit.

"Are you.... FUCKIN' KIDDIN' ME!?!?" Michael shouted, though unlike before with Vitan and Benedict, he did not smack him over the head with a laptop. Mainly because he'd put the pistol down, rather than firing it off multiple times like the former two did. Instead, Michael let out a groan and rubbed at the bridge of his nose and thumb, while listening to Price talk to him. He then looked up at Mrytle, his hands now on his hips. "Yeah... well, some of these fucks REALLY need the training," Michael said, and then once that exchange was over, it appeared that they were leaving. After hearing Kassandra speak up, he nodded again. "Yeah, well.. don't expect me to help y-- WOAH!" Mid sentence during his reply to Kassandra, Michael had been interrupted by Slamacow and Caboose running straight into the armory. And then, moments later, they had met Umbra. Deciding to ignore the former two idiots, he instead focused on the latter one. And by focused, that really just meant that Michael gave a half-hearted smile to the individual and a slight wave with this index and middle fingers.

Meanwhile, Church was desperately trying to wash off the marker with hot water and soap.

Anyways, back with Caboose and Slamacow, as the latter had taken to hiding behind Captain Falcon, the former made his way over, still silent. Once he did so, he simply made his way over to Captain Falcon, walked behind him, brought up his arm, extended it along with his index finger, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnd....

"Tag."

And with that, Caboose turned and sprinted out of the armory even faster than he'd come in.

Meanwhile, as Revan entered the base, he would have a few options. He could go into the Main Room, Hallway, Church's Room, Tucker's Room, Caboose's Room, The Armory, or The Roof.

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Donut ignored Odessa's question. Either that, or he didn't hear it. Either way, she got no response.

"Uhhh... well, I have some food in my room if you guys would rather go there instead." Grif said as he took the Twinkies back one by one. It was then that some dude came over eating ice cream made of dirt and started talking about some outbreak and his sister or whatever. Grif was about to acknowledge that he was, in fact, eating dirt, but then he saw him spit it out, which gave Grif the impression that he already knew. With that, however, Grif slowly stood up and Simmons followed suit. "Alright, well.... let's get go--"

thudthud

Simultaneously, both of the Red Team soldiers present had both bumped into the Doom Marine. They backed up a bit, and Grif flinched back in a bit of surprise.

"J-Jesus Christ! When the fuck did you get here!?" He shouted, while Simmons just stared at him fearfully.

Back with Donut and crew, he had given Narancia a thumbs up in response to her thanks.

"It's noooo problem! I'm always glad to help out!" He exclaimed, while continuing to ignore Odessa's words about gay people. Ouch.

Meanwhile, in the garage, Red Riding Hood would find that the vehicle in question was in nearly mint condition. Other than a few tiny scratches, of course. But besides that, everything had been properly shined and washed and waxed, the wheels were as full as they could be with air, and it just generally seemed like a well kept vehicle. For as reckless as the Reds seemed to be, at least it seemed like they took care of their vehicles. In fact.... it seemed like no one was really around right now at all. Maybe she could even try to take it for a test ride, if she really wanted to.

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[PopcornPie]

"Laddie, between you and me, I'm not the luckiest one around. I am doomed when you send me home. I needed me mental strength. Got me through me whole life, it did." Lucky tapped his chin. Enough bitching, he should really ask before he couldn't. "...You have something a rabbit with no fingers can use, right? I don't want to have me head blown open just because I couldn't fit me nubs in the trigger." Now that would be grounds for otherworldly possession.

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Odessa
Odessa balked a bit at Donut´s reaction, as if offended by the fact that she was blatantly and perhaps offensively ignored. She suddenly did not wish to be here anymore, with this man, if he couldn´t answer a simple question, though she had to admit that it was a rather personal question and maybe she shouldn´t have lead with that. Curse me and my bluntness!

"I think I´m just going to ..... um.... go .... um.... explore the place more!¨ She said, jittering around awkwardly before leaving in a huff.

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