Blood Gulch Blues


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"Aww...okay..." B.B. Hood was saddened, but deep down, she is pissed. "God fucking damn it! How am I suppose to enjoy this bloodfest without getting payed a single dime?! Fucking broke ass tinhead." She thought with murderous intent. She sighs and thinks of what to do next.

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Sora looked everyone ignoring him, everyone but a boy in strange clothing walked to him and asked for his name

“Uh, yeah. It’s Sora, nice to meet you Narancia. I don’t suppose you have any idea where we are right?”

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Lana

My ears perked up as I heard people approach where I was sitting. I looked over to see who it was. Unsurprisingly, I had never seen these people before it my life and not only that, but their introduction was a little... threatening to say the least.
“O-Oh uh... My name is Lana. I’d like to not be punched please hehe... I bruise pretty easily.”
Pretty soon, someone else had walked over. I turned to look at them as they sat on the arm rest of my chair. The smile was... clearly faked. At least to me it wasn’t hard to tell. I sorta had a knack for being able to tell those sort of things. I decided to not say anything about it though.
“Homesick? Nah I wouldn’t say that. I doubt really have an exact home anyway really. I just... miss a friend is all.”

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Lealan groans, having become bored quickly. She goes into the cockpit, ignoring the song that's playing, and looks over the landscape they are passing by. "We better be getting there ssssssssssoon."
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“I don’t know. I spoke with David and passed at the Boss’ grave as the suit gave out. Told him to live his life not as a snake, but as a man. I then woke up here, in my old gear. But, it is nice to know that David made some friends, even though I could not see it.”
*Snake smiled at the thought of seeing his last living son live the rest of his life.*
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Lobo

The Czarnian narrowed his eyes as the purple soldier backed down with ease. This only encouraged him to continue intimidating him.
"Even if you didn't take my crap, you're still here having something to do with this whole fraggin mess. So it'd be real generous of me to let this slide. But I'm not in a generous mood Doc!"
He shoved the medic back harshly.
"So maybe if you be a good little passifist I'll pound your face in so quick you won't even feel your teeth getting lodged in your esophagus."
He growled at the man and reeled back a fist. Only to be distracted by the ear shattering screech behind him... From a kid? His red eyes locked on to her but he didn't say anything to her, looking back at Doc he started to laugh.
"Wait wait wait! This has got to be a fraggin joke! You went and got some kids to fight in this as well? You must be some desperate sons of bastitches."
He gestured to the ghost girl still grinning cigar still in his mouth. He hadn't really payed much attention to anyone else since they didn't have a price on their head as far as he could tell.

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"Hey, It's really no problem. It was an honor knowing your son. I wish I was hanging out with him now in his last days. Sitting next to him on one of his cardboard boxes, looking at the moon above us while he lights one up and I second-hand smoke. And we just sit there and say nothing. Just take it all in... One of the coolest men I know... Shoot, he was a real hero. Takes up alot after his old man, wouldn't you say?" Falcon pats Snake on his shoulder "But seriously though." Falcon take's snakes hand into both of his and shakes firmly "It's a real honor to finally meet the legend himself. But Imma have to put our budding friendship on hold for now. I'm still trying to get us off this thing." Falcon continues to look around for a way off the aircraft
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Seiryo woke up to find himself in the middle of nowhere, everything seemed peaceful. This had happened before but only in a vision. "Where am I?" Seiryo spoke, as he stood up. Then a loud voice woke him up. "Seiryo!" He found himself awake, again. Standing in the middle of a battlefield. "Oh, here we go again." he spoke. He looked around and saw a lot of people before deciding to walk in the opposite direction of the sounds of pain and agony. Before being teleported back to his original position. "Seiryo, you jerk! You cannot leave here yet!" The angel that presided over him kept him from leaving. So he tried to leave again, and again and one more time, "Seiryo!!!!" After finally getting the picture, he went towards the center of the commotion. Sword in hand, "Let's do this."

Walking for a good minute, he saw someone with pink hair. "Oh, snap. I better be careful around him, he has unusually pink hair." Seiryo spoke, and walked in the opposite direction, before looping again and again. "ALRIGHT! I get it! No running away from combat!" Seiryo spoke, "Geez, people watching this will think I have a terrible internet connection or something."

A New Challenger Has Arrived! Seiryo wakes up yet again.

"Freedom!!!!" Seiryo yelled at the top of his lungs. After having the terrible vision, he looks around him, "So, um...How is everyone?"
 
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Doc let out a small "EEP!" noise as he was harshly shoved back by Lobo, and he would have fallen over completely if it hadn't been for Lilith's sudden ear-splitting shriek. The noise cause Doc to almost jump out of his armor, which caused him to turn around again... and bump right back into Lobo. He gulped slightly as he began talking again, this time about how he it was pathetic for them to hire kids. "Sir, I already told you that I had nothing to do with the hiring process! I'm just the medic for the Reds and Blues!" Doc exclaimed, holding up his hands defensively. He slowly made his way around Lobo, turning to Myrtle Rider so he could instead answer her question. Or, rather, request. He did let out a chuckle at her posture, though.

"Haha! There's no need to salute me, Miss! I'm just the medic, after all!" He said, having yet again returned to his cheery demeanor in only a few moments. "But... I'm afraid that it's a bit above my pay grade. I can't exactly send you home..." He said in a bit of an awkward "I don't know what to say here" kind of tone. He even included the awkward, sharp inhale! It was then that he noticed the frame gazing over him, which Doc responded to with his usual peppy attitude.

"Oh, hi there! What's your name?" He asked, cheerful as ever. He then noticed the being staring at his medical scanner, as well as the worried look on his face. "Oh! Don't worry, it's not a gun! It's just a medical scanner. Ya know, for injuries and cuts and booboos and ouchies!" Doc explained.

Meanwhile, Captain Falcon would find no feasible way off the aircraft.

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Lilith eventually calmed down and introduced herself. “Hey there, name‘s Lilith.” she said, “By the way sorry if I scared you a little too much, I just like pulling planks on people when I’m bored.”

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Umbra continued to intensely "stare" and investigate Doc and his strange device. When the question of his name came up, Umbra tilted his head in a motion of confusion, bringing a hand to Doc's face where his mouth would be, before pointing to his own empty face, motioning there being no mouth to speak as he slides a finger across his throat in a no motion before shrugging.

"What a strangely colored character, a pacifist in a room full of essential killers", his operator spoke in his head. Umbra begins to tap the chin of his helmet before snapping a finger, pointing to his hip and moving his hands to his chest, forming a motion of pulling a sword out of a sheathe and moving his finger back to his hip and shrugging in a loop.

It seems the frame is trying to motion a question of where it's sword is.

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  • Kept you waiting huh?



    I know what you're gonna say: "Travis, it's been over a decade, what the fuck have you been doing with your life?" Well Suda51 already made a game about that so I'm gonna cut right to the chase. Turns out Christel wasn't too thrilled when I dropped off the grid to play videogames in my trailer for Christ knows how long, and telling her I risked my life in a fucked-up VR game to bring Bad Girl back to life didn't exactly help. 'I was stricken with grief!' she said, 'You were with that Shinobu tramp again weren't you?' Another chick comes onto me once and all of a sudden I can't accept any help from her? So naturally, I hit the circuit again to bring home the bacon and de-stress with some big spending, and I manage to nail a sweet deal on this thing called the universal fax machine. When you're in the assassin business for as long as me, you start runnin' out of people to kill, y'know? So I thought I'd buy something for the office to drum up more business and make it up to Christel like the supreme gentleman I am. How does she react? She kicks me in the nuts and tosses me out the fuckin' window! God I love that crazy bitch. So I'm hangin' out of the window looking at a ten story drop, when the fax machine starts ringing! Christel calms down real fast, and as I clawed my way back in, she hands me a fresh new contract. The contractor? Mann Co. Yeah, that Mann Co. So how's that for an answer? Good enough for you? It's gonna be one wild ride in an otaku wonderland, so who knows? Could kick ass, could leave all your favourite characters dead. Whaddya say, reader? Let's see how far we can take this.    ​
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"Oh! Well, it's nice to meet you, Lilith. I'm Doc," Doc said, despite having already introduced himself earlier. When she apologized to him, though, Doc simply let out a laugh. "Oh, no! You're fine! I remember pulling pranks like that when I was a kid. I used to take the stickers off my friends' lunch box and rearrange them slightly!" Doc said, unable to contain his laughter at this point as he burst out into a fit of loud... well, laughter. "H-He would be... so mildly annoyed! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

After who knows how long of awkward laughter over a lame prank, Doc finally subsided his hearty chuckled and managed to redirect his attention back onto Umbra. He tilted his head to the side, confused as to what Umbra was doing at first. It took a few moments for him to realize, but when he did, he nodded. "Oh... Ohhhh! You want a sword, don't you?" Doc asked. Whenever they would have answered his question, however they managed to do so of course, Doc would nod again. "Yeah, okay! Sorry, but we don't have any!" He paused for a moment and stared at Umbra awkwardly from behind his cold, emotionless helmet. "...maybe they'll have one at Blood Gulch, though!"

Meanwhile, the older man, who happened to be sitting down next to Travis, only really took notice on him as he began to speak up. Now, Michael was a fan of cheesy eighties movies... a huge fan, in fact. It was practically his dream to make one. Or, even better, live in one. But this...?

This was just plain ridiculous.

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"The ffffffffffffffuck kinda walkin' 80's flick did you walk out of?"

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"You fool! You don't know what you've just done; the world is in my hands, now, thanks to you!" Corvo Attano lay on the floor, raising his arm over his eyes to shield himself from the blinding light as Delilah Copperspoon, the witch who stole the throne and turned his daughter Emily to stone, hovered above the ground. The witch cackled, floating in front of her warped painting that emitted the brightness. Corvo watched as Delilah slowly disappeared, the deafening sound of wind and faint applause vanishing as she did.

Then it was quiet. In the painting, Delilah was now seated on the throne. She was trapped in an illusion, where her desires and dreams had all been fulfilled, where she was truly the hero of her own story. An illusion, nothing more. Corvo stumbled onto his feet. The throne room was wreck of unnatural trees and greenery, despite it being high above the floor of Dunwall. He ran over to Emily Kaldwin, nothing more than a stone statue. Then he ran his hand over her cheek, and rock turned to skin and clothes. She gasped as her face was revealed, the petrification reverting itself. "Emily!" he shouted, catching her as she fell.

"Father? What happened..?" she asked, almost in a whisper.

"The throne is yours again. I trapped Delilah in her own illusion. She won't be stirring trouble for us again..." Corvo let out a loud cough, followed by a pained groan as he fell on his back.

"Father!" It was Emily's turn to try and aid him.

This pain was something entirely new, coursing throughout his whole body like flames over grass. "Delilah... she must've cursed me..." he managed to stammer. As much as he wanted to yell, Corvo forced himself to tolerate it with gritting teeth. He needed to be strong for his daughter, even if he was going to die which is what it certainly felt like. He tore off his mask, breath heavy. He felt Emily searching his pockets, but his confusion found an answer when she opened a vial of S&J Health Elixir. She forced him to drink the red substance, but not even the combined effort of Sokolov and Joplin could rid him of the pain. Emily was crying, now, but Corvo only felt frustration. "Don't cry, Emily... You're safe now... I've done my job... I fulfilled Jessamine's wish..."

Corvo felt his eyes force themselves shut, and Emily's shout of his name arrived to his ears as a faint echo. But even in this state of darkness, the Royal Protector was still conscious. "Oh, Corvo..." That dejected voice. Corvo already knew who it was, but everywhere he looked was a plane of nothingness. This wasn't the Void, but it wasn't anything he could recognize. It was as if he were completely blind. Even then, he felt the Outsider's presence. "I'll break it to you, Corvo; that was not Delilah's doing. I could explain everything to you right now, but there's no fun in that, is there?" Corvo looked at where the voice was coming from, realizing that his sword and crossbow weren't here. "I'll tell you this, though. My mark won't help you to where you're going. No matter how many runes you make there, the powers I've bestowed upon you will be useless."

Just what did the Outsider mean? As if the black-eyed bastard knew what Corvo was thinking, he let off a small laugh. "You'll learn soon, Corvo. I will be watching you from now with great interest."

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Corvo jolted awake, his eyesight fully returned. "Emily!" he yelled, panting heavily and look around... wherever he was. Everywhere he looked was out of the ordinary. Even the seats they sat on were unusual to him. It was nothing like the dazzling designs of Dunwall Tower. His mask was back on. A man in odd purple armor called Doc tried to explain everything when a middle-aged man who could've easily joined the Bottlestreet Gang asked what in the world was happening. The technology used to project the screen was nothing new, so Corvo felt a small bit of relief at the familiar tech. He figured that 555-VICK was a codename for some outpost like the aforementioned Blood Gulch one.

Corvo calmed himself, eavesdropping on the nearby conversations while checking for his equipment. The folding sword and crossbow, two of the three last objects crafted by his old friend Piero Joplin himself were gone, causing a scowl to creep behind his mask. His grenades, ammunitions, gun, and elixirs were also missing. He unwrapped the cloth from his left hand, and the Mark of the Outsider was still there. However, when he tried to use Bend Time, nothing worked. Same result with the other powers. He cursed something about the Outsider under his breath. He never signed up or volunteered for anything like this; this must've been just a game for the Outsider's amusement.

Corvo removed his mask, figuring that he didn't need it on at the moment. From what he gathered, he along with other people woke suddenly on this craft just like he had. Corvo reasoned that the many odd appearances meant they hailed from an undiscovered yet developed country. He also pondered what kind of vehicle this was, shaking off what others said about the "jet" that was flying them through the skies. It was a very, very interesting situation he woke into, but Corvo needed to know more. The only person that seemed knowledgeable about everything was Doc.

The Royal Protector sat up from the chair, walking over to him. He managed to overhear that there were swords at the outpost they were headed to, giving Corvo a bit of relief. "Doc," he said, mask in hand. "Which island are you taking us to? Tyvia? Serkonos? Or somewhere in the Pandyssian Continent? Also," a small thought had troubled Corvo's mind which he knew was unlikely, but needed reassuring, "you're no puppet of the black-eyed bastard, are you?"

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Travis perked up, noticing Michael's approach and finding his voice...strangely familiar. Pivoting around to get a good look at the man, the ends of the otaku assassin's lips curled up in a grin once again, and his eyes lit up behind his thick shades. "No fuckin' way I just got dissed by Michael de Santa," Travis chuckled in disbelief, "Talk about a star-studded cast; whatever this job is, it's as good as done!" he commented, very clearly enjoying his time on the aircraft much more than everyone else, "Travis Touchdown. Starred in a couple games, not movies. Good guess though," he introduced himself, trying to strike up some banter with an open hand held out for a shake.

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Moved From The Inside

Before the mess she was in now, Red Riding Hood was back in her home world - with several others there at the time. They had just escaped from below the ground and were setting up on the surface as a new place to live their lives. Red Riding Hood had just finished putting a shelter of some sort together, when she suddenly felt this roaring pain shake through each and every one of her limbs as she collapsed to her knees with a gasp and no words escaped her mouth amidst her paralysis. She just fell, and hit the ground, writhing and struggling to move even an inch.
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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.
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After a length of time trying to endure that incredibly weird sensation that saw her to the ground level face-first, Red Riding Hood would eventually pass out from the pressure of the pain itself, being too much for her to handle. She would later be in for a rude awakening, when the next thing she sees is the interior of an aircraft, and several others she had never seen before - including a guy in purple armour for one of those people. Red Riding Hood would groan and shake herself as she woke up, a hand on her head. "What the heck was that? It feels like I've just died and come to..." She said to herself, giving herself a moment to breathe as the aforementioned man in purple armour began to speak to everyone.
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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.

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“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.

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“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.
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"...I have several questions about all of this, but first and foremost, why the heck are we all here?" She would ask, and momentarily, there was speaking about recruits for a 'Red Team' and a 'Blue Team', and everyone here was 'future recruits' for either of those teams? Red Riding Hood scratched her hair a little in confusion, and before she could speak up once more, she would see herself facing a projector that contained a visual and a simple explanation - a short story version - as to what in the world is going on in 'this' world!
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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.

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“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?”

“Yeah, I got one. Why the fuck were we enlisted in the army? I didn't sign up for any of this bullshit!” Michael asked angrily to Doc, who simply shrugged in response.

“I have no idea, sir. Maybe you just don't remember signing up?” Doc asked in an attempt to help out.
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"I don't know about you, but I find it a little suspicious that any of us signed up for something we might not know, Doc." Red Riding Hood pointed out. But that only makes it even weirder - if that is the case, and nobody knew anything about this place or these people - how are they here now? This world is different from theirs, surely such a sign-up opportunity across worlds can't exist! Or can it? Red Riding Hood began to think for a moment before dismissing it and seeing that they practically cannot leave because of an electric door. "...Oh. Well I guess we're staying in here then." Red Riding Hood couldn't help but laugh at his misfortune - but now they know that they're stuck in here...
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Looks like you'd be stuck here for a bit. Perhaps you could mingle with your new teammates, or you could ask Doc whatever questions you may have.
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Red Riding Hood would elect to go and interact with someone - for she would much prefer to know someone in this world other than herself. Only problem - who? Red Riding Hood stood around and thought about it, until she eventually could not decide. Instead of forcing herself on other people, she would wait for them to approach 'her' instead of the other way around, and attempt a search for anything that she may or may not be able to use. Who knows what you're going to find in a place you've never looked in, no less been in before? It may just be worth it!
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​
Skills/Abilities: Adaptable fighter, versatile (weapon-wise), best in none​
Course of action: Searching while waiting for a 'conversation partner'​
RP Information
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Mentions: None​
Nearby/In Group: Everyone, at the moment(?)​
 
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Celty had been... rather passive during this entire mess. The dullahan fiddled with her PDA, looking the least bit concerned about what was happening. It was hard to be surprised by anything when you've lived as long as she had—and were a fairy that guided the souls of the dead into the afterlife, but that was besides the point. She was the tiniest bit worried about how everyone else would react to her headlessness, but a quick cursory look around and she could see that they were all pretty odd in their own right. They would probably be more open about the supernatural. There were also aliens in their midst and she was maybe kind of terrified, but they didn't really resemble the classic grays, so as long as they left her alone, she would be fine.

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Ren, now donning his helmet again, after previously removing it in fury, takes on the floor in slow, yet bold strides. Much calmer and focused at the time being, however he will not let go of this easily. A Supreme Leader of the First Order experiencing such treatment from those beneath him - including all parties in this event. Even without the power of the force and his lightsaber, Ren continues to bless everyone - being in his presence, but without violence. Also confident that his wit will see him prevail... Or is it ignorance? Now standing idly, he glances by his side, paying attention to someone near his company - a mysterious fellow, donning a yellow feline-shaped helmet and a completely dark outfit, just like his (in a way...).

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Sensing that someone was staring, Celty turned her body to the left and towards a helmeted stranger garbed in black, reminiscent of her own appearance. Technically, the fact that she went to face him was just a formality. She had no eyes, much less a head, with which to see, and even then, she really only perceived the world around her through the shadows she emitted from her body.

She held his gaze for but a few seconds before nodding in acknowledgement. Gloved fingers hovered above the keyboard of her device, just in case he wanted to speak with her.

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"I don't know how you keep it so spiky outside of bankrupting amounts of hair gel. That's not important. I'm Raven." He stated, unwilling to give out his real name to the strangers surrounding him. Half of them would be attempting to kill him after all, there were some things best kept secret in case this rivalry went beyond the gulch and spilled into his personal life. "So, Doctor DuFresne. Since none of us have access to our powers, do we get armour and weapons provided or is this a bare-knuckle thing?"

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Whereever they were doing before turns out didn´t matter, luckily for Odessa, that was doing a whole amount of nothing. Unfortunately for Karma, she was in the middle of an important hunt and that ruined her day. Though she didn´t show it.

Both woke up on the aircraft, both listened to this Doc and both were rather forcibly put into this new team and both kept to themselves throughout. Prefering instead to just have a look around, rather than mingle.

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Snake nodded and walked off, towards another window. What he saw shocked him beyond belief, he’d never been to space before, so what the hell? One he regained his composure he tried to study the appearance of the exterior of the ship, but couldn’t see much. He sighed and stood still, staring out the window.
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While everyone else was panicking and figuring out what to do here, there was a certain little girl who donned military uniform, yet it was pink, and the hat had rabbit ears on it, that was calm about the whole thing.

This is just a game. There is no reason for me to panic. These are obviously NPCs. Now then, maybe I should look around to see if I can secure weapons for myself. It seems I'm going to be on Red Team, considering I'm wearing pink, yet these people in game are quite strange.

Llen was right. While there definitely looked to be some normal humans, one guy was an edgy cyber Warrior (Kylo Ren), another was a Furry. One guy wasn't even dressed for combat.

Hopefully none of these guys are on my team.
She would get up and walk up to the Violet armored soldier, she can tell he was one due to being properly armed for combat, before looking up and asking, "Where is the armory? I want to get geared up before we deploy, and possibly paint my weapons pink."

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“Not a single clue, you wouldn’t happen to have plans to get us the hell out of here either huh?”

Narancia replied back with a sigh. Things definitely didn’t seem to be going all that well. If he truly had no other option, Narancia was seriously considering attacking the purple asshole with his paperclip. It was better to have a really, really, really, shitty plan over no plan at all right? He tried to think of what some of his other teammates would’ve or might’ve done in a situation like this. Bruno or Giorno would’ve probably kept cool and thought up some badass plan to get themselves out of there knowing them. Mista on the other hand had the benefit of being a badass shooter (when he wasn’t shooting himself on accident) even without his stand. Narancia was sure he’d have stolen the guy’s pistol by now and-wait no the guy’s gun only healed shit for as far as he knew but....maybe taking it wasn’t such a bad idea. If it did only just heal people Narancia could always just bash someone over the head with the device. Certainly was better than a paperclip anyways. Now he just needed to recruit the aid of the Sora kid.

“Hey, you see the weird gun thing in the asshole’s hand? I wanna try and take it from him, do you think you could try distracting him or something?”

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Ren, upon paying perhaps too much attention towards the stranger, the feline-like-helmeted being, ended up finding himself gazing towards the empty void through the stranger's helmet, as if whoever - or whatever - is behind the helmet had petrified him.

A few seconds, perhaps too long, after the helmeted being had chosen to exchange a nod to his gaze - something a certain Skywalker found unsettling in the past. Instead of the usual; being intimidated by Ren's status as Supreme Leader of the First Order, the tense atmosphere that follows him, as well as everything he represents. The stranger had just casually nodded as formality, before hovering their gloved fingers upon a keyboard of, what looks like, a device of sorts. Now, still at gaze at each other, through the empty voids of their helmets, he takes this as an opportunity to interrogate someone, as past 'interrogations', particularly with the Doc-person, had been unsuccessful.

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Ren, removing the mystery of what is behind his helmet, revealing his identity to the helmeted being. Traces of his boiling rage still glow menacingly throughout his face; from the redness of his face to the visible veins. "Look... Do you have any idea who I am?" Ren, finally speaking, asks the stranger. "My army will sweep this-- Whatever this may be... Everything!" He begins to succumb into impatience, as always. "The Knights of Ren will do an excellent task destroying this and killing everyone... I... Will make sure of it!" Throwing threats upon the helmeted being. "Especially that... Doc-person!" Now confirming Ren's unresolved disputes with said Doc-person. "If you're smart... You would tell me what this... Charade is-- Everything! And I will see to it that you leave unharmed..." As he finishes with such deal, he slowly - being burdened with violent emotions - walks closer in front of the still-helmeted stranger. Now only within a few inches against each other, steadily waiting for a, hopefully wise, response.

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