Blood Gulch Blues

[BoltBeam]

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

Flagged For Stealing

"I've been thinking: yeah I know thinking isn't my strong suit but hear me out! What if we just end this perptual war? Take a flag from one side and put it on the other side. We know how trigger-happy these people, we do the same thing as before. But this time we take their flag and try to get it into the other base! It's risky I know. But ----"

At the mention of this 'flag', and this war, Red Riding Hood took a moment to stop, think, and assess the thought. If they take a flag from their base, and then 'escort' it other to the other base, she suggests it'll end the fighting. Red Riding Hood hadn't heard of this before, and had unintentionally left it out before, but when she thinks on it, she thinks it'll make sense...! She would refrain from saying anything for the boy from earlier would speak up once again, seemingly having a new burst of confidence from people giving their plan a thumbs-up.

“Should we really involve ourselves in their shit? I say we should just look for the robot and not mess with whatever their whole mess is”

It’s not like ending this whole conflict would even help them find the robot which, as of know, seemed to be one of the more important goals. Plus, considering how her first thought was to shoot the fuck out of them when they’d first encountered one of the teams, Narancia was hesitant to just go along with what she said without some bare consideration. With his face scrunched all up while deep in concentration, Narancia suddenly had an idea. He’d soon go back on his previous statement as he soon spoke once more.

“but...I guess if you really want to, maybe we could use that plan as the distraction for the guards? Like, and this is just me spitballing, someone would go into the base, steal the flag and bring it to the other base, which would get the guard’s attention and most likely get them to chase whoever’s stealing the flag. Then, when everyone’s gone, someone else will come in, do ‘operation steal Mr. Español back’ and we all get the fuck out of there. It’d be pretty fucking risky, maybe even too risky but, if we don’t have any other ideas I guess it might work. But for now, is there any other way we could distract the guards so we can look for Signor Robot?”

Red Riding Hood kept thinking about it, and when it all sank in, she smiled widely as she thinks it'll work nicely. "Oh, this is going to be a ride and a half..." She mused a little, laughing and nodding. "It's a lot of risk, you're right, but with high risk can come high reward!" She reinforced as she remained positive, then going silent as the original members of the Red Team would speak up in relation to the plan.

"Anyways...." Simmons said as he slowly turned back to face the rest of Red Team. "I think that I like those two plans. It could theoretically get all of us shot and killed, but there is also a high probability that it could work, which in turn will allow us to escape with our heads and other important organs in tact." Simmons explained.

"I agree with whatever the fuck he said," Grif chimed in, thumbing over to Simmons. "All in favor of the two new recruits' plans?" He asked.

"Sounds good to me."

"Abso-fuitly-utely!" Donut said as he did a salute.

"Well then, guess a plan is settled!" Sarge exclaimed, happy about the short amount of time it took to (hopefully) reach an agreement. He fell silent for a moment, however, and began to look towards the rest of the group with a hum. "Hmmm.... but which one of you wishes to enact this here plan of ours?"

"I'm down. I'm gonna need some backup, though. I don't think any of us could do this alone to be honest." She voiced, looking to the others and shrugging. "Surely, we weren't planning of going in one only, right? That's a suicide mission!" She added, shaking her head in 'let's not do that' and then sighed. "But - either way, if we're to pull this off, though it's a little bit cheesy, we've gotta do this together, yeah? It's probably best we decide on who does what before we go in there though - sure we have the base plan, but who is going to play what part?" She advised, flashing a smile.
Character Information

Link to CS: Here!​

Hex Code: #c93648​

Status (physically): Fine​

Status (mentally/emotionally): Confident, serious, happy​

Powers: Magical abilities and species abilities​

Items: Blood Weapon Scissors, water bottle (2/4 uses left), sniper rifle, pistol (X2), grenade (X3), throwing knife (X10)​

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

Course of action: Trying to think of a battle plan​

RP Information

Location: Unknown Bases (outside)​

Interactions: thatguyinthestore , SheepKing , PolikShadowbliss ​

Mentions: None​

Nearby/In Group: @UnknownBases​

 

[Ineptitude]

Celty gave a cursory glance around the building's interior. It looked like... a house? That wouldn't be so strange if it wasn't in the middle of a freezing tundra. Even now, she could already feel the cold beginning to seep into her leather jumpsuit. She lamented the loss of her powers, for if she still had them she would have transformed her clothing into something more appropriate. Willing away the thoughts of the chill, she began to inspect what looked to be a living room.

thatguyinthestore @ExploringIsFun

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Odessa raised her hand.

”I will do the base part. I can easily take out two guards! While little red can take the flag! Or at least distract them enough so that little Red can sneak in. That or we go in guns blazing, take the flag, and make a run for it! Then the other team searches the base for this Looez guy!”

thatguyinthestore
BoltBeam
SheepKing

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Lana
Obviously the idea didn’t work and they kept firing. I stayed behind the wall trying to avoid the bullets and as soon as I saw an opportunity I dashed out of there as fast as I could.
“They’re just mad they can’t have a piece of this~”
I just barely made it out without getting hit, but I was able to make it out safely and caught up with the everyone else. I glanced at Grif and of course I opened my dumb mouth.
“Yeah sure! I’m the moron! Keep telling yourself that dumbass! I bet you fuckin’ flunked out of tard school! At least I’m not a fuckin’ pussy!”

thatguyinthestore ​

 

[CocoaMarshmallow]

Eric

"A fair plan! I'll go ahead and stay behind. While the thought of sneaking around and maybe snapping some necks from the shadows makes me all giddy inside, someone here needs to watch the outside~" I calmly take Church's sniper and inspect it over for its peculiarities. Hmm... curious! It's not a bolt action. Good to know~ I lay down next to the rock, stabilizing my aim with the bipod. "Be safe, everyone. I promise I won't miss~!"

Once they're out of hearing range, I giggle. "I haven't done this since I first got the nickname 'Bone Eater!'" I tell no one in particular. I then glance around, sensing something a little off, only to find a newcomer clad in blue and gold has 'joined' us. "Oop- I spy with my little eye, someone who needs a new game~" I put my eye back up to the scope and keep watch on the outpost. After all, this new blood certainly doesn't pose a threat~

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Outpost Team:
thatguyinthestore Kameron Esters- jigglesworth Chungchangching FactionGuerrilla Veradana StaidFoal darkred P PopcornPie

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[jigglesworth]

Blue Team
thatguyinthestore FactionGuerrilla CocoaMarshmallow StaidFoal Chungchangching Veradana @whoeverwentwithprice​

Price, and whoever else snuck around with him, were able to hug the cliff without an issue. Well, unless you count the freezing cold that's biting into their bones. But that's more of a secondary threat to things like bullets and dying, so John is putting a pin in that for now. Maybe they can find refuge in the outpost, if things turn out well. Judging by how the past day has gone, it probably won't go well. But, still, it's good to plan for both the best and worst outcome. And, it seems like their fears were warranted, as they are just coming up on the outpost now. In front of the entrance? Two guards.

Price stopped, and raised his fist to signal the others to halt. He knelt down, keeping an eye on the guards. Okay, think fast. Blue armor, assault rifles in hand. John was right about the armor, which also means they can't take them head on. He does have a knife, but getting it through that visor? If the rest of the armor is tough as hell, that visor oughta be, too. Well, they could go for under the helmet, shove the blade right in that weakspot. Could work, if they're quick and accurate. There's also the problem of even getting to them without being spotted. They seem oblivious enough to sneak past, but it would be hard not to notice at least two people sneaking up with knives.

John, fist still in the air, then pointed forward. He stood, using the snow-filled wind as cover for sound and sight. Then, continued forward, making his way to the closest staircase. Whether or not the others decided to follow is up to them, but John simply hopes they know the likely consequences of attacking the guards.

 

[Riven]

Despite the appearance of the strange structure, and the sighting of the character with the top hat, Umbra kept its head to the building of ice and snow, seemingly curious at it. As the other boy and the top hatted individual were having their ways of talk, the warframe decided to make his way to the igloo, slowly making his way over with small steps as it began to curiously peek into its entry way.

The object's inside was small, but, upon looking around, the frame has its gaze immediately almost hypnotized by the sighting of the three bird creatures in a joyful dancing motion with their different colored bow ties. "What in the world..", the Operator mutters to Umbra. The warframe slowly walks over to closely observe them as it takes a knee, looking at the trio.

It was, certainly, strange to say the least. The weirdness seems to just continue on.

Especially when a green woman began to talk about being hungry and eats one.

And then. A crazy massive man began to scream at another.

As it seemed Umbra was remaining silent and observed the others, in reality. The operator was spitting words and sentences of curses in confusion as he watched everything unfold.

Benedict Cucumberpatch
DerpyCarp
ManyFaces
GeorgeTownRaja
thatguyinthestore

 

[Caffeine Freak]

From somewhere far off, the members of Red Team would be able to hear the muffled yet steady beat of Hip-Hop music. At first this foreign sound was subtle, but continually rose in volume until the rattling bass of Eazy-E's 1987 debut single Boyz-n-the-Hood rose well above the sound of gunfire. A nearby door flew off its hinges as an extradanarily large and strangely familiar pimped out rodent appeared in its place.

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"YEAYH BIGGIE CHEESE!" the big-ass rat carrying a boombox exclaimed as he whipped out a .45 and started laying down more lead than Flint, Michigan. Unfortunately, even though he emptied the entire clip into the blue team members, the small caliber had little effect on the armored targets, and Biggie Cheese's advantage of surprise was quickly waning. Without hesitation, Biggie Cheese dove behind the nearest wall and sucked in his sizeable stomach as much as he could to avoid getting turned to swiss cheese by the sudden hail of bullets.

"Wussup homies, what I miss?" Biggie Cheese called over the gunfire to his comrades between wheezing breaths.

Atomic Chucklenuts PolikShadowbliss BoltBeam Sayo-Nara thatguyinthestore

 

[GeorgeTownRaja]

"Hm, you're right... But how long are we going to stay here? I won't mind if we stay here as long as we don't get into someone's business..." Raven said.

"I'm going to meditate to get the bad things out of my mind..." She said.

ConnorOfficials Chungchangching

 

[SheepKing]

Narancia Ghirga
Narancia wouldn’t have imagined that there’d be members of the group who’d offer themselves up for the task of getting the flag. It was probably the most dangerous of the two considering they’d need to hold the attention yet evade any guards who were, more likely than not, going to be absolutely shooting the shit out of them. Plus the two would be running all the way across the area and into the other base to give the opposing team their freshly stolen bag. It sounded a bit like a death sentence now that he thought about it but Narancia couldn’t help but admire the two women who offered. Narancia might have joined in with the but he felt it’d be a tad contradictory to not be apart of the plan that he’d come up with.

“Alright, so you and Oddie are going to be the ones to get the flag and run it over the the other base? That sounds good to me. But be careful, you’re probably going to have a bunch of armed guards on your tail when you take the flag. Just make sure you guys get the hell out of there alright? Oh, and does anyone else want to join them-?”

Narancia’s words would be cut off by the sound of... American hip hop?



“Okay, who the fuck is playing Boyz-n-the-Hood!?”

In Narancia’s personally (but obviously right) opinion, American Hip-Hop was obviously the best genre out of all the fucking music out there but, much more importantly, why the hell was it being played in a literal fucking battlefield? As his foot subconsciously tapped along with the lyrics the boy would look for any possible source of the music, really just so he could try at pawn it off of whoever owned it. God, he missed his boombox. Sure it short circuited the first time he’d use the damn thing but for what it was worth, it fulfilled it’s purpose pretty alright.Having the time to just plug in a pair of headphones and listen to some honestly sounded like pure fucking heaven at the moment. But, as he looked over to the entrance of the Blue Base, Narancia found that the owner of the music wasn’t all that...pleasant.

“Is that a fucking rat!? Porca puttana, that thing’s huge!”

At first Narancia had wrongly mistaken it for a small, weirdly, and very deformed dog but the teen quickly took notice of the giant worm like tail protruding out of the thing’s ass. What the hell did that thing eat to grow that big!? He’d seen his own fair share of rats during his time on the streets but that monstrosity looked like it eat toddlers for every meal. Even stranger was the bizarre getup the rodent wore, looking like some lazy attempt at impersonating a rapper with golden chains wrapped around the creature’s bulbous neck, a microphone in one tiny gross hand, and a fucking gun in the other. But almost like a cryptid, the thing scampered into the Blue Team’s base where the fox girl was currently being shot at, leaving Narancia’s sight, hopefully never to enter it ever again. It was a shame though, as disgusting as that fucker was, it did have some pretty nice taste in music.

Spoiler: Tags and Items

Team: Red
Location: (Not so) Serene area,
Interacting/Interacted With: thatguyinthestore PolikShadowbliss BoltBeam Caffeine Freak
Other Team Members: Sayo-Nara StaidFoal Dylan.thomas7 RedLight Atomic Chucklenuts

Current Items:
On Hand-
1. Paper clip (1)
2. Throwing Knife (1)
3. Pistol (1)
4. Silver Plate (1)

Bedsheet Bag-
1. Assault rifle (1)
2. Pistol (1)
3. Ammo
4. Extra Ziplock bags (9)
5. Miscellaneous Food and Water
6. Sandwich

 

[GeorgeTownRaja]

"What the hell!? Why did you eat a penguin, Lele!? Are you out of your mind!?" Luffy asked in shock as he is referring to Lealan after she ate a penguin.

"You should've eaten one of the snacks that have been offered to us!" He said.

DerpyCarp

 

[ConnorOfficials]

"Well I can relate with you on that." Lilith said softly, she might be indicating that she also had bad thoughts trapped in her head, she just doesn't want anyone to find out how she truly felt. Lilith looked away from the two and sighed.
"At least you can get rid of them in some way."

Interactions:
GeorgeTownRaja (Raven)
Chungchangching (Vitan)​

 

[Atomic Chucklenuts]

Sora and Rex sighed in disappointment as the Red decided to go through with Narancia’s plan. “Alright, who’s going in?” The two look at each other before deciding by playing Rock Paper Scissors. Rex wins with rock leaving Sora to stay as backup. “Aw man.” “Eh, won’t be so bad. May bring you back something.” Before Rex prepared to go with the others Biggie Cheese came out of nowhere and greeted the two boys. “Hi?” Rex says awkwardly, forgetting he was even here in the first place

thatguyinthestore Caffeine Freak

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Pearl Pygmy

"Oh, wonderful. Just fucking great! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN NOBODY COOPERATES!" Pearl nearly exploded after O'Malley vanished into nothing. If they had focused more concertedly, he would've definitely been reduced to dust, and they wouldn't have to hunt him down. "Next time we meet an opponent, let's try actually COORDINATING our attacks!" She continued ranting until the group of both reds and blues had reawoken in the real world. Pearl momentarily lamented the loss of her weaponry, but began anew as soon as O'Malley in Doc's body mowed down a bunch of people she didn't strictly remember seeing doing much of anything at all.

"THESE SOLDIERS ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF OUR COLLECTIVE FAILURE TO WORK AS A COHESIVE WHOLE!" she began. Before long, her loud but consistent and constant shouting would've faded in anyone's mind (specifically Lucky's) making her essentially silent and unnoticeable due to her very constant stream of meaningless stimulus. She stopped being perceptible because she was too annoying, is what I'm saying. She continued reprimanding nobody in particular until she noticed everyone had left. She vaguely remembered talk of a portal, and one such device was still active on the top of the blue base (or wherever it is, I don't actually know lmao).

A little embarrassed she managed to rant the entire group away, she picked herself up and made her way to the portal. For the life of her, she could swear her voice was already giving out. Might've been the several hours she spent screaming at the top of her lungs. There was also something weird going on in the base- a bunch of spilled alcohol and perhaps a little vomit...? Someone had been busy while she was screaming, evidently.

She walked through the portal, landing in Sidewinder, to figure out where she got left behind.

thatguyinthestore Chungchangching (you said Vitan was still near where the portal led?)

 

[thatguyinthestore]

"Yeah, I know I fucking died, dumbass! I possessed some dead guy I found! Don't you remember me getting shot!?" Church asked as Lucky continued to threaten him and spout on about shit that he, quite frankly, did not know two flying absolute fucks about. Nor, really, did he seem to care. "And we didn't throw you in a fucking cage! We chased O'Malley through that portal because he took control of Doc, asshole!" Church shouted as he began to brush off his armor with his palms. "Now are you gonna fucking act normal and help me get out of this shithole?" He asked. Regardless of what Lucky thought, Church at least sounded like his usual asshole self.

Meanwhile, back outside the Outpost, Eric would see a familiar figure in dark Blue armor walk right in front of the scope, peeking in through it.

"Hello, Maverick. What is it that you are looking at through the telemescope?" Caboose asked, naive as ever.

Meanwhile, as John chose to head up the staircase, he would find that it was indeed safer than approaching the guards head-on. Before him, a long hallway stretched out, well lit by various... well, lights. As he proceeded down the hallway and into the Outpost, Price would eventually find two pathways to take: down the stairs towards what looked like a cell block, or upstairs towards a bridge, which seemingly eventually let to a watch tower.

Which did he choose?

jigglesworth FactionGuerrilla darkred Venom Snake Kameron Esters- Chungchangching CocoaMarshmallow P PopcornPie @Outpost

The remaining two penguins frantically shook their heads and waved their flippers in response to Lealan's accusation. It seemed that they didn't know anything, and were indeed just humble penguins.

DerpyCarp Riven Benedict Cucumberpatch ManyFaces GeorgeTownRaja @Igloo

As Celty entered the living room, she would be met with a... cozy looking place. A fireplace, a television playing the show Jeoprady, a comfy bear rug, and a cup of hot chocolate that seemed to still be warm. Maybe she'd just stumbled into someone's actual hou--

click.

And then, just like that, she felt what was most certainly the barrel of a gun being pressed against the back of her helmet.

"Hands in the air. Now." A deep, menacing voice said with a growl. Although you didn't see the source of said voice, it was probably to do whatever they were saying regardless.

Ineptitude

Back with Pearl, as she stepped through the portal, she would find three places of interest. Some buildings in the distance, an igloo, and an outpost that was off to the side and appeared to have several Blue Team members slowly making their way towards it.

Ferociousfeind




"Shut the fuck up, you fucking... I don't even know what you are!" Grif shouted over to Lana, before turning his attention back to those who were planning with him. The main members of Red Team listened to all your plans, nodding slowly. They listened intently, really not wanting to fuck this up, as the slightest hair could spell disaster for--

"What the fuck... i-is that...?"

"It can't be..."

"Woah..."

"Eazy-E's 1987 debut single 'Boyz-in-the-Hood'!?"

Suddenly, one of the doors that led to the interior of one of the nearby bases flew right off its handles, knocking right into Grif and sending him flying off with a scream, the poor man crashing into a nearby wall. Everyone else on Red Team watched in confusion as Biggie Cheese sprinted on over to Blue Base and began to shoot at everyone there, only for his bullets to have little effect, and for him to come sprinting out soon after.

"Son... I think that you just sent us up Pooper Creek without a paddle..." Sarge said in an annoyed, disappointed tone in response to Large Dairy's inquiry, before him, Simmons and Donut all hid behind cover alongside the oversized rapping rat. Moments later, both of the teams of zealots came rushing out of their bases, screaming in their high-pitched voices.

"THE TIME OF THE ANTI-FLAG HAS COME TO PASS! THEY HAVE SENT THEIR RODENT SERVANT TO KICK OUR ASS!" The lead Blue Zealot exclaimed, now apparently speaking in rhymes. "SHOOT THE BLASPHEMERS! KILL THEM ALL!" The crazed zealots shouted as one by one, they charged out of the base, guns in their hands. The two teams faced each other and began to charge forward, heading right into each other, as bullets began to fire wildly from both sides, threatening to shoot all of you from either side!

"WHAT'RE YOU WAITING FOR!? GO AND GET THEM FLAGS!!" Sarge shouted as he and the rest of Red Team remained hidden behind cover, raising one arm and swinging it wildly towards the opposing base. Looks like your only option was to fight your way out of this.

(OOC: FEEL FREE TO GM YOUR OWN FIGHTS WITH THE ZEALOTS! THIS BASICALLY MEANS WRITING YOUR OWN FLASHY FIGHT SCENES WITH THEM, TAKING OUT AS MANY AS YOU'D LIKE HOWEVER YOU'D LIKE! YOUR ONLY GOAL IS TO GET THE FLAGS, BUT HOW YOU GET THEM IS UP TO YOU! WRITE HOWEVER BIG OR SMALL POSTS YOU WANNA WRITE HERE!)

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[CocoaMarshmallow]

(Art credit: Xelo on Twitter with special credits to Sayo-Nara for commissioning it)

Kendall

"Caboose!" I exclaim, pleasantly surprised by his appearance. I turn my attention away from the outpost and grin widely at him. "Why, weren't you going to the bridge? You must've got things wrapped up there fast. Color me impressed." I then point over at that outpost. "I'm having a looksie at that building overmahthere, y'see. But I'm starting to realize this really wasn't a good spot for birdwatching." A chuckle follows. "Anyway, my buddies went in there because we think something bad happened to Church. He went to go visit some friends and hasn't come out yet. And before you say anything, I doubt it's a tea party."

Again, I hold my eye up to the scope, zooming in on the outpost to get a better view.

"Would you like to watch with me, Caboose~? Maybe we'll find some friends to play with~!"

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Interactions:
thatguyinthestore (Caboose)

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[Chungchangching]

Interactions:
ConnorOfficials GeorgeTownRaja Ferociousfeind
VITAN ARMERSTRANNIE

I am not that smart when it comes to emotional support but I still wanted to ask Ghost Gal if she's okay. I weakly reached out for her before backpedaling and retracting my hand. I should mind my own business since I barely know her.

Oh look, Raven's the type to meditate. Should have guessed. I am not one to do that crap. My mind is too unruly. I was whistling as my way to past the time until a special somebody popped out of the portal. It's the serious squid girl! I honestly thought she died from the explosion or something since she was out of the picture for a while. We kind of never did our practice session since she went God knows where.

I gave a weak wave towards her with a crooked smile on my face.

"Oh hey there, uh, Pearl." I said before approaching her and whispering. "Might wanna calm yourself down with these two. They're kind of sensitive."​

 

[PopcornPie]

Well! He certainly wasn't expecting a confession that quickly. Perhaps he was more threatening than his earlier reception made him think. "Toffee probably programmed the old guy's memories into you, could have changed them up a bit. Pretty stupid of him to keep your death in, though. Meanwhile, Doc is still alive? Under O'Malley's control, eh...?" He would take "Shit Nobody Not Tossed In A Cement Mixer As An Infant Would Buy" for $400, Alex. "Tell me, how does an AI spread like a common cold? And why the pansy medic, instead of any of the very powerful folk locked in with him? Why retreat here, the same place everyone was killed? Unless O'Malley was really just heading back to his original owner..." Lucky had forgotten all about his hate for Doc, and he had a feeling he wouldn't forget again. "Of COURSE Doc is the only one spared. With O'Malley, and Toffee, he's the only one not on any team! He has access to all of us, he could have planted that AI inside Caboose! I knew that motherfucker couldn't be trusted! He's getting these knives through his eyes as soon as I see him!" Unless Doc really was being mind controlled, in which case...well, he would probably be executed by Toffee's goons for failing/knowing too much (most likely both) anyway. And then Lucky would be outed as still alive, and have Hell to pay, regardless of if he killed Toffee by then. As well as clone-Church being destroyed for helping the enemy. Sort of a lose-lose situation for everyone here, really. Lucky didn't know. He had turned this innocent little war into a fucking nightmare by trusting people, so "Church" could kiss his ass if he thought he would just blindly fall for monologues again. Last he saw, O'Malley was lost in that explosion. Granted, Lealan did obscure his vision, but that explosion looked absolutely unsurvivable. "You really think I think it's a coincidence that we were sent into that Caboose laddie's head immediately after I squealed about Toffee? Of course...How did I not realize that Doc was his spy...Why else would he have been watching over us on that plane..." He whispered.

Then again, assuming that this clone was given the memories of the original, what of he was trying to become a turncoat as a result? After all, the phrase was "true blue", and he could have been locked up for another reason. If he were bait, then the trap would definitely have been sprung by now, right?

"You're not." Lupé cut in.

"I'm not. Not right now. We know too little...Just when I thought I knew too much." Lucky quickly hissed back, turning away from Church, and hunching over.

"Good. Now then, Doc being Toffee's spy, and O'Malley's master?...Kind of a stretch, no offense..."

The rabbit considered. "I suppose, it's just that all these evils are runnin' together now...But didn't you notice that Doc wasn't present up until now? I saw nobody with bandages on. If he wasn't cleanin' wounds, then what could he have been doing? Maybe I should have hurt meself, or at least faked an injury..."

"I have only existed since you isolated yourself in Caboose's mindscape, so I can only go off your memories. And I don't see very suspicious things. But if these clones had memories reprogrammed into them for authenticity or whatever, then maybe you can get such information out of THEM instead. Someone could have gone to Doc while you weren't looking. You never know."

"I'd have to weasel me way in, though. Get into their little clone circle. I'd have to make them owe me such favors. Starting with..." With a weary sigh, he turned to face Church. "This doesn't mean I like you, and I will be waiting with baited breath for when you try to turn me in. But I need to get you in me debt in exchange for worthwhile information, it seems. Did you see how this cage was locked?" If it was a PIN code, or anything involving buttons, then they were shit out of luck. Hell, he couldn't even turn a key properly with no fingers...

thatguyinthestore

 

[FactionGuerrilla]

• Kassandra
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  Kassandra's question had been half-rhetorical, but the fact that other people reciprocated the trust she put in them made her feel a little more at ease. Corvo showed her the basics first, giving her a basic idea of the small contraption. Rip the metal piece off, throw it, and it'll go boom. Yeah, she was completely fine with that idea; it was just metallic bombs, she understood those and explosive arrows pretty well. Price pointed out another part of the "grenade" (according to Corvo) which would keep it from exploding in her hands, and she nodded at this to indicate her quick understanding. Unlike some misthioses, she could certainly pride herself on her astuteness and adaptability- something that was mandatory in this new world.
  
  "Right. Pull the 'pin', let go of the lever, throw it, and the grenade goes 'BOOM'-" emphasized with a miniature explosion with her hands just in case- "How hard can it be to throw it?" She asked, nodding one more time to gratefully acknowledge her friends before sauntering back to her deployed sniper rifle, kneeling down and peering through the scope. Better get comfy...
  
  And the Spartan certainly became comfortable. The air grew colder around her, both socially and temperature-wise. There was no conversation that pierced the impending winds, no word from anyone- not even her own "team"- and although she was used to working alone the silence seemed too gods-damn oppressive now. It was one thing to be a silent lone wolf, and completely another to be a part of a whole group of ragtag people, though each were just as deadly as your average misthios.
  
  After two hours, the cold air was howling around the group and mordantly biting at Kassandra's exposed skin. She'd remained still for the entire time, however, up until Corvo mentioned making a move. She didn't budge once at the crazy animal's nudge, continuing to look through her sniper scope before shaking her head the moment Captain Price did. While Price packed up his equipment, Kassandra threw the bipod back up and slung the heavy weapon over her back. Despite the sniper rifle's weight, she was completely fine in leaving it where it was; after all, she'd had experience in larger weapons such as maces and staffs.
  
  "I'm on you," The Spartan merely nodded at the future soldier, ignoring the loud and freezing wind as best as she could whilst she made her way across the cliff wall. Even when the wind grew stronger, she merely grit her teeth and pushed forwards. She'd worry about potential side effects of being near-freezing later; for now, she was on her companion's flank.
  
  Soon enough, the duo (plus any companions who decided to tag along) ended up above a pair of Blue-armored guards, though were (hopefully) not one of their original superiors. The Ancient Greek stopped dead cold, though not simply because Price had stopped too. No, she dug into her pockets before pulling out two of the throwing knives she had pilfered from the very beginning- one in each hand. No, they still weren't replacements for her Spear of Leonidas, but they should hopefully be just as deadly if she used enough force to slam it right through their armor. And if she had the strength to rip her Spear through pure metal armor, then she figured it would be worth a shot on this armor despite her failure with the Sniper Rifle way back when.
  
  While Price began moving out, Kassandra shook her head, still stopped, before turning towards the future Spartans. She only tilted her head slightly to half-whisper, half-speak, her voice likely only loud enough to be heard by those around her before being drowned out by the loud wind.
  
  "I'm taking these two out. Better to deal with them now than risk running into them later." She called out after Price before taking a couple steps backwards. She had to get enough momentum to build the force likely necessary to guarantee a kill on not just one, but two guards. She sucked in cold air through her teeth, steeling herself for a few moments. As the wind howled loudly, masking her approach, she began a dead-on sprint towards the cliff ledge and the guards. At the very last moment she leapt from her perch, building up more and more momentum from her fall and getting closer and closer to her targets. At the very last moment, she plunged her makeshift daggers directly above each guard with the extra force of her fall, landing directly between her two targets. The effects were two-fold: One, it would break Kassandra's fall (though she didn't exactly need it, as she was practically immune to fall-related injuries), and two, it would significantly increase the strength behind her stab.
  
  Regardless of whether or not the daggers did end up instantaneously killing her victims, Kassandra wouldn't be satisfied with this. For good measure, the Greek would then pull her throwing knives out of the guards and stab outwards at both of their necks. And if that weren't enough... Well, she hoped to the gods her allies were watching her back. Either way, she left the daggers sticking out of their victims before pulling out a pair of new throwing knives, finally letting her guard down.
  
  Either way, since the brunette had completely bypassed Price's staircase, the mercenary was left with only one way to go: In. Still freezing her ass off, Kassandra sauntered indoors, leaving the (hopefully dead) Blue bodies in her wake without a noise, as though she were a professional assassin who knew just what she had been doing.
  
  
  
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  Physical Status: Healthy
  Mental Status: Attentive
  Location: Sidewinder Outpost Interior
  Team: Blue
  Direct Mentions: GM thatguyinthestore , Personal Squadron (Aloy darkred , Price jigglesworth , Corvo StaidFoal , Myrtle Veradana )
  Indirect Mentions: Eric @Smallpoptarts, Blue Outpost Team (including GearBlade654 and Kameron Esters- )
  Acquired Equipment: Sniper Rifle, Pistol, Throwing Knives, Grenades, Sticky Grenades
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[Riven]

Umbra looked kinda worried as he just kept his gaze to the penguins that were freaking out to the fact one of its companions was eaten. "Poor fella..", the operator mutters, a voice of disappointment. The warframe walks over and picks up one of the little birds, giving the top of its head a gentle pat.

DerpyCarp
Benedict Cucumberpatch
GeorgeTownRaja
ManyFaces
thatguyinthestore

 

[Ineptitude]

Celty visibly froze, hearing the click of a gun against the polished surface of her helmet. Her muscles pulled taut as they instinctively readied to either flee or fight, she forced herself to relax, not to panic. This... was not good. It seems she stumbled into someone's home, and they did not appreciate her intrusion. Ever so slowly, she raised her hands into the air.

thatguyinthestore @ExploringIsSuddenlyNotFun

 

[ManyFaces]

Lobo

Alright so maybe talking to penguins was crazy. He was fairly sure the only thing the flightless sack of crap was doing was begging for its life. He looked at the plant chick as he clenched the penguin in his hand.
"Nothin', fraggin' waste of my time!"
The bounty hunter snarled as he stared down the well dressed bird. Without another word he thrusted it into the icy bricks of the igloo hard enough that it would leave a penguin shaped hole, whether the bird was alive or not wasn't his problem.
"Nothin' worth takin' anyways. Might as well tear it down maybe use the furniture as kindling."
He replied to Lealan's prospect of looting the igloo. But he heard the sympathetic ramblings of the warframe as he picked up a penguin.
"Unless someone's got a problem with that idea."
He looked directly at Umbra obviously looking to pick a fight with the cybernetic lifeform for sympathizing with the useless birds.

DerpyCarp Riven thatguyinthestore GeorgeTownRaja Benedict Cucumberpatch​

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Odessa didn’t waste any time. As soon as the red and the blues started to engage in combat, she sprinted toward the blue base, dodging and rolling over blaster bolts that were headed in her direction. Her speed combined with her superhuman reflexes made dodging the blaster fire fairly easy, but instead of going around the blues she charged straight through them! Naturally she wasn’t a bull so her weight and bulk alone was not enough to sent them flying in all direction but her velocity was. Some blues went flying whilst some splattered in a mass of whatever their insides were made of. She continued like this until she made it to the base, where she quickly dispatched any guards she can see with her blaster rifle (set on Medium Shot) and rushed toward the flag, intending to get her hands on it.

thatguyinthestore
BoltBeam (flag gals)

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

thatguyinthestore @redteam

Plot and shenanigans later, Llen had been hiding behind a rock while hearing the conflict go on. The two groups of children had teamed up because of an incident involving a certain rat guy, but now that they have no way to escape, Sarge ordered them to go take the flags.

Llen would jump out from behind cover, before throwing her Sniper Rifle at one Blue soldier's head, killing him. Llen then drew both her pistols as the enemy started to open fire. Llen ran to the side as she fired her pistols, the enemy was continuously missing as Llen was getting several head shots in a row, before sliding down at an enemy red and flipping up, kicking him in the face and knocking him down.

She put her pistols away as more reds and blues came with shotguns, and Assault rifles, one blue yelling, "GET THAT BITCH!!!"

He must be really pissed. Llen ran at the soldiers as they fired at her, Llen jumping up into the air avoiding fire, before landing on the ground and sweeping several blues and reds onto the ground. She stole two battle rifles before holding them out at opposite ends, firing them while spinning around.

"HEY! SHE'S HACKING!"
"SOMEONE KILL HER!"
"RUN! IT'S A DEMON!"

One Red ran away flailing his arms as if he was scared beyond belief, as Llen elbowed the red saying she hacked, and kicked the blue who ordered her execution.

She dropped her Rifles to the ground because they ran out of bullets, as a motor vehicle would soon come out, driven by a blue as there was a gun attached to the back, operated by another.

"EAT RAIL GUN YOU BITCH!"
The gun shot laser like shots out as Llen would run to the side. The Gausshog chasing her while she was figuring out how to get around it.

 

[BoltBeam]

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

Let Loose

”I will do the base part. I can easily take out two guards! While little red can take the flag! Or at least distract them enough so that little Red can sneak in. That or we go in guns blazing, take the flag, and make a run for it! Then the other team searches the base for this Looez guy!”

Red Riding Hood nodded and would understand - Odessa had tasked herself with locating the guards and getting them out of the way so Red Riding Hood herself could sneak by. "Yep, that'll work! Or at least I hope it will-" Red Riding Hood would be cut off as this muffled tune begins to play from the distance, as she turned around to see where it's coming from. "...What in the..." She muttered in disbelief and visible disgust.

From somewhere far off, the members of Red Team would be able to hear the muffled yet steady beat of Hip-Hop music. At first this foreign sound was subtle, but continually rose in volume until the rattling bass of Eazy-E's 1987 debut single Boyz-n-the-Hood rose well above the sound of gunfire. A nearby door flew off its hinges as an extraordinarily large and strangely familiar pimped out rodent appeared in its place.

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"YEAYH BIGGIE CHEESE!" the big-ass rat carrying a boombox exclaimed as he whipped out a .45 and started laying down more lead than Flint, Michigan. Unfortunately, even though he emptied the entire clip into the blue team members, the small caliber had little effect on the armored targets, and Biggie Cheese's advantage of surprise was quickly waning. Without hesitation, Biggie Cheese dove behind the nearest wall and sucked in his sizeable stomach as much as he could to avoid getting turned to swiss cheese by the sudden hail of bullets.

"Wussup homies, what I miss?" Biggie Cheese called over the gunfire to his comrades between wheezing breaths.

Red Riding Hood just glanced at this... rodent, and sighed heavily. "Oh geez, what have you done." She thought aloud in worry - as what he had just done had just alerted the entire area to his antics, and in turn, the plan. Now it was all worthless! Before that could happen however, there was some added questioning from the other he in the group - Narancia. Before it was blown apart by the music and the rodent, that is.

“Alright, so you and Oddie are going to be the ones to get the flag and run it over the the other base? That sounds good to me. But be careful, you’re probably going to have a bunch of armed guards on your tail when you take the flag. Just make sure you guys get the hell out of there alright? Oh, and does anyone else want to join them-?”

Narancia’s words would be cut off by the sound of... American hip hop?

“Okay, who the fuck is playing Boyz-n-the-Hood!?”

In Narancia’s personally (but obviously right) opinion, American Hip-Hop was obviously the best genre out of all the fucking music out there but, much more importantly, why the hell was it being played in a literal fucking battlefield? As his foot subconsciously tapped along with the lyrics the boy would look for any possible source of the music, really just so he could try at pawn it off of whoever owned it. God, he missed his boombox. Sure it short circuited the first time he’d use the damn thing but for what it was worth, it fulfilled it’s purpose pretty alright.Having the time to just plug in a pair of headphones and listen to some honestly sounded like pure fucking heaven at the moment. But, as he looked over to the entrance of the Blue Base, Narancia found that the owner of the music wasn’t all that...pleasant.

“Is that a fucking rat!? Porca puttana, that thing’s huge!”

"Yeah, that was the plan." Red Riding Hood nodded and glanced to her firearms she still had back from the Red Team base back in Blood Gulch. "Of course we'll be careful, don't worry, okay? Hopefully, this will go fine - still! We've got more than enough energy to go around; so even if they catch one of us, there's still a high likelihood another one of us is riiight around the corner, if this all goes well!" She nodded as she said so, and then returned to sharing his disgust to what this rodent had just done, and what he actually was... And 'then', it was the result of what it had just done.

The main members of Red Team listened to all your plans, nodding slowly. They listened intently, really not wanting to fuck this up, as the slightest hair could spell disaster for--

"What the fuck... i-is that...?"

"It can't be..."

"Woah..."

"Eazy-E's 1987 debut single 'Boyz-in-the-Hood'!?"

Suddenly, one of the doors that led to the interior of one of the nearby bases flew right off its handles, knocking right into Grif and sending him flying off with a scream, the poor man crashing into a nearby wall. Everyone else on Red Team watched in confusion as Biggie Cheese sprinted on over to Blue Base and began to shoot at everyone there, only for his bullets to have little effect, and for him to come sprinting out soon after.

"Son... I think that you just sent us up Pooper Creek without a paddle..." Sarge said in an annoyed, disappointed tone in response to Large Dairy's inquiry, before him, Simmons and Donut all hid behind cover alongside the oversized rapping rat. Moments later, both of the teams of zealots came rushing out of their bases, screaming in their high-pitched voices.

"THE TIME OF THE ANTI-FLAG HAS COME TO PASS! THEY HAVE SENT THEIR RODENT SERVANT TO KICK OUR ASS!" The lead Blue Zealot exclaimed, now apparently speaking in rhymes. "SHOOT THE BLASPHEMERS! KILL THEM ALL!" The crazed zealots shouted as one by one, they charged out of the base, guns in their hands. The two teams faced each other and began to charge forward, heading right into each other, as bullets began to fire wildly from both sides, threatening to shoot all of you from either side!

"WHAT'RE YOU WAITING FOR!? GO AND GET THEM FLAGS!!" Sarge shouted as he and the rest of Red Team remained hidden behind cover, raising one arm and swinging it wildly towards the opposing base. Looks like your only option was to fight your way out of this.

Forget it - they want a fight, they'll get one! Red Riding Hood's energy suddenly flared up anew as she glanced to where the zealots came from, readying the two pistols she had from a while ago. "Urgh, plan B! We'll just have to go for brute force! Stick to the plan - find the flag, find Lopez, then take 'em both and run!" She reminded in a stern and angered tone before she suddenly set off, following Odessa's lead. With Odessa paving a path for them both with intend to find the flag, Red Riding Hood laughed upon arrival. "You go on ahead, I'll keep your unwanted company busy!" She said as Odessa headed to the flag shortly, and as soon as she fled, Red Riding Hood turned to meet several zealots, aware they were being infiltrated, and obviously wanted to defend the flag - but guess who was in the way? "Hi there, everyone!" Red Riding Hood said enthusiastically and immediately to the zealots she met, before pulling the two pistols out from her pockets and smiling at them. "I can't let you get through here, unfortunately. Let's see how long your lives keep me busy, shall we? I've been needing something to lash out on, and I think you'll all be the 'perfect' candidates!" She continued, transitioning into a violent and serious tone before she fired at the zealots one by one - though the odd few dodged and fired back at her with their own pistols and an assault rifle perhaps, they would shortly meet the same fate.

Red Riding Hood herself was not exempt from damage, as she glanced to the bullet wounds she had just suffered from fighting out in the open against them, and then looked to the dead bodies of the zealots before more were on the way. "Come and get some, there's plenty to go around!" She roared, preparing all three of her grenades. She would promptly roll them along the ground to the next wave of zealots and shoot one of the grenades via one of her pistols. What 'this' did was blow up said grenade, and the other two - including the unlucky zealots within their wake, scattering their bodies all over - either in pieces or all together. Red Riding Hood couldn't help but laugh as she watched the lively bodies suddenly 'fly' short distances via her grenades - it was not only amusing to her, but it's as if she is enjoying this entire experience via sadistic tendencies. It looked as if one zealot was about to get up and call in reinforcements, to which Red Riding Hood just walked over to the poor guy and shook her head. "Oh no you won't." She said oddly softly before 'granting' the same zealot a throwing knife to the head, finishing him off. She sighed in relief and looked to the damage she had taken, laughing it off and remembering what she's doing. She would reload her pistols and retrieve the now blood-tipped throwing knife, before she would wipe her self modestly clear of any 'body contents' - be it blood or otherwise, before glancing to her side, when more zealots showed up - only to stop dead in their tracks at the sight of numerous dead comrades, and Red Riding Hood herself.

Upon being greeted by the little deathly riding hood, who met them with her vacantly deranged expression - indulging in this massacre was doing her a lot of good, but a lot more 'bad' than good. The zealots stepped back in fear when they saw her, to which Red Riding Hood aptly smiled before aiming her pistols at them. "Oh, what a treat." She said simply, before she continued her massacre on the zealots - stalling for time for both Odessa to get the flag, and for Narancia to arrive, then find Lopez - and when that is all done, it would be nigh time to leave.
Character Information

Link to CS: Here!​

Hex Code: #c93648​

Status (physically): Heavily damaged​

Status (mentally/emotionally): Crazy (indulged in the violent combat)​

Powers: Magical abilities and species abilities​

Items: Blood Weapon Scissors, water bottle (2/4 uses left), sniper rifle, pistol (X2), throwing knife (X10)​

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

Course of action: Go on a rampage, get those flags!​

RP Information

Location: Unknown Bases (inside)​

Interactions: thatguyinthestore , PolikShadowbliss , Caffeine Freak , SheepKing ​

Mentions: None​

Nearby/In Group: @UnknownBases​