Chronology: Ultimate

[PopcornPie]

"Sweet." Lucky stroked the meat hammer, then wound up for a hefty swing at the kitchen window. "These are probably reinforced, too, but nothin' that shouldn't take me more than a few whacks." And he began to swing like an excited miner during the Gold Rush.

"...We are splitting up?" Megumin's stomach dropped, and she found herself scooching closer to Jason. "Okay, but please put me in the team with the strongest people." She looked distrustingly at their two new acquaintances, hoping that they would think the same way. "Um...Well, if Jason trusts you're safe, I don't have much choice but to give you a chance, too. My name is Megumin, and we're on a quest to travel across the Multiverse and defeat Ganondorf. Were you pulled across the multiverse?" As she awaited their answer, Chuck all but confirmed that he knew about the victims. "So you CAN move outside the attic?! Or are you aware of everything going on in this house?!" She whipped her head around to glare at the doll.

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[Lazaro1505]

Benrey​

After breaching the room that they heard the screaming in, it appeared to be an empty room, with two women bounded inside. He slowly lowered his Passport, as Megumin went to cut them free, but contemplated on whether to do it or not, but Jadon went ahead and just did it with no care in tv e world.

A small conversation began with Megumin and the two tied people, but then he heard Jason speak about splitting up again, to which Benrey not only heard but gave a look that probably appeared like this to others to Jason:

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Before saying to Jason “Don’t you remember the last time we split up. You know what, I give up, let’s just go with any plan, because I am tired of trying to find out what are we gonna do.” as he decided to join in the small conversation and said “Ok, so what happened to ya guys, or you don’t know what happened at all that lead to this.” as he waited for a response by the new people that were recently freed.
thatguyinthestore P PopcornPie AlexandraRoseLeclerc

Gretar
Gretar was now taking a nap on the couch, not wanting to think much more. He didn’t really remember what he is even dreaming about, but at least he was peaceful and wasn’t screaming or anything in his sleep.
@ To whomst it may concern ​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

The computer in question already had a file pulled up on it. The file read:

PATIENT NOTES #14
Subject has shown increasing signs of aggravation and distress after being injected with the newest strands of TN-F-4. Symptoms include: paranoia, increased panic, lack of sleep, extreme dehydration, and vomiting copious amounts of blood. They seem to be convinced that there is someone watching them. They refuse to describe the figure that they see, other than the repeated phrase, "He dons the mask of God".

Further evaluation needed.

The notes ended there, however, there were multiple files present. If Agent 3 so pleased, she could very well go off and read the next few set of notes that were present on the laptop.

Back in the kitchen, Lucky could have taken as many whacks with his newfound spiked mallet as he wanted. But no matter how many he took, it merely bounced off the window, not leaving the smallest scratch on its surface at all.

"We have working communicators this time," Jason replied to Megumin and Benrey, rolling his eyes in response to the latter. He held up his communicator and showed that it was, in fact, working fine and not filled with static. He then held up a finger and pointed towards a button on the right. "You see that? That's the send button."

When Yang made her way over to the larger closet, she would find that it was mostly filled with clothes, books, and another assortment of average things you'd find in the closet. However, if she were to step into it, she would feel a moist, cold, squishy feeling under her foot. If she were to look down, she would find that the inside of the closet was wet with... some unidentified liquid.

"Yeah, but I haven't been in that attic forever, dumbass," Chucky chided towards Megumin. "I was locked up there by that fuck in the black trench coat. That's the only reason I'm even helpin' you fucks..." He paused for a moment and smiled. "Well that, and my favor."

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[BoltBeam]

Agent 3

The computer in question already had a file pulled up on it. The file read:

PATIENT NOTES #14
Subject has shown increasing signs of aggravation and distress after being injected with the newest strands of TN-F-4. Symptoms include: paranoia, increased panic, lack of sleep, extreme dehydration, and vomiting copious amounts of blood. They seem to be convinced that there is someone watching them. They refuse to describe the figure that they see, other than the repeated phrase, "He dons the mask of God".

Further evaluation needed.

The notes ended there, however, there were multiple files present. If Agent 3 so pleased, she could very well go off and read the next few set of notes that were present on the laptop.

"Interesting, if concerning..." Agent 3 muttered as she read on. The laptop probably has details on all the people Chucky spoke of not too long ago - those contained here, so to speak! Or at least something to do with the people here... Curious as you'd expect, the Inkling decided to read the next few notes.
Character Information

Link to CS: Here!​

Hex Code: #61BD6D​

Status (physically): Fine​

Status (mentally/emotionally): Curious​

Powers: Inkling (species abilities and traits)​

Items: Hero Shot, Splat Bombs, Splashdown​

Skills/Abilities: Highly mobile, leadership skills​

Course of action: The laptop!​

RP Information

Location: Camp Crystal Lake​

Interactions: thatguyinthestore​

Mentions: None​

Nearby/In Group: (Everyone?)​

 

[PopcornPie]

"He has a point, Jason." Megumin glanced back at Benrey. "What if whoever's out there is able to disable our communicators, just like Freddy could? Or we end up so far apart that the signals grow too weak to understand? I'm sorry for questioning your idea, but dividing us into smaller groups out there...It just sounds like it's going to land us in more trouble than good." Chucky's answer immediately seized her interest, and she laid down in front of him. "Someone in a black trench coat? Was there anything else to him? A black trenchcoated man will be hard to find in the dark..."

One, two, three, four, five, six...twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty...Lucky kept whacking at the window until he was tired, then he dragged the hammer into the main room. "Hey, Chuck. You've easily got the most secure house EVER. I can't even make a dent in this shit. Can't we call for someone to let us out?" Well, the answer to that question was probably a resounding no, so he instead decided to see what they had for entertainment before they all starved to death.

"Nice SCP fanfiction, Lassie." The rabbit joked as he passed Agent 3 by, not caring that the hammer was making a loud whine as it was dragged. He came to two closets, one already occupied by Yang, the other left untouched. "Heheheh, I bet I can dress up as Donald Trump." Magically in the mood for some political humor, he used the hammer to hook the doorknob, pulling the door open.

 

[thatguyinthestore]

The next note read:

PATIENT NOTES #72

Subject 700-B managed to escape containment after a breach in our network's security. The following footage of 700-B was captured from a dashcam, with said footage subsequently having been sent to a local news station. Luckily, the footage was pulled before it could air properly.



There still appeared to be even more notes after this.

"Alright, well if you guys think sticking together is best, then that's what we can do. I was just throwing out a suggestion," Jason replied as he folded his arms and leaned up against the wall.

"Yeah. He was tall, blonde, wore sunglasses, and had the most stabbable face imaginable," Chucky casually replied to Megumin. Then, of course, Jason shook his head in response to Lucky's inquiry.

"Multiversal travel is on the fritz as it is. The likelihood of anyone we contact actually being able to reach us, let alone landing in this universe anywhere near us, is pretty slim," He explained to Lucky. Then, when Lucky made his way over to the other closet, he was met with... nothing. The closet was completely empty. However, what Lucky did find was a very slow, high-pitched, almost eerie rendition of "Pop Goes the Weasel", as if it were being played on some sort of music box.



@Thepotatogod P PopcornPie @2Bornot2B @quadraxis201 @ConnorOfficials @Necessity4Fun Lazaro1505 @PolikShadowbliss @Birb @Laix_Lake @QizPizza marc122 @Chungchangching @Kameron Esters- Riven @Venom Snake @92MilesPrower @Crow AlexandraRoseLeclerc @TheElenaFisher @darkred​

 

[marc122]

Weiss Schnee and Yang Xiao Long

"More Girls to the Gang" Cabin, Camp Crystal Lake
#99D5FF and #FAC51C = Speech
(Needs better Wifi) (Delay Netcode at it again)​

Yang raised an eyebrow towards the contents of the closet, seeing as it was normal. As she stepped inside, she happened to step on a liquid that had passed her mind until then.

'What the?' Yang looked down at the liquid, then kneeled towards it, remaining on her platform boots, as she reached towards the liquid to pick it up. Ahem, with her prosthetic hand. As she inspected the liquid, Lucky made a quip towards dressing like...wait, did he exist in Remnant?

"I don't know who that is, sorry," Yang said.

Meanwhile, Weiss assessed Jason's argument towards splitting up as a group. Although she herself had mixed feelings when it came to operations involving divided groups, she couldn't deny that Jason possibly had more positive experiences with such an area, not to mention the fact that the communicators worked this time around, which was what influenced his opinion. She, however, remained insistent that doing such a thing generally held a greater risk, for a greater reward.

Hopefully things don't go south, huh? Oh, and Megumin spoke about wanting to be in a team with "stronger" people. Weiss looked back at the two newly-freed agents and couldn't help but to think that they were probably just as capable as the average person in the cabin was, despite the fact that they had been brought here, possibly by Chucky himself.

thatguyinthestore (GM, Jason), AlexandraRoseLeclerc (Jett, Thorne), @TheElenaFisher (Blake), P PopcornPie (Megumin)

 

[Riven]

Umbra upon seeing the bedroom, kept a close eye on the room as he taps at The Operator's shoulder, the boy looking at the frame with a perked eyebrow. "Huh? What's wrong buddy?", the boy asks, before Umbra points to the bed, motioning at the bottom of it. The Operator nods with a grin, trying to tilt his head to see the bottom of the bed as those around had begun their own investigations. The size of the bed was large, and the crack between the bottom of the bed and the floor. Perhaps there was something down there. The Operator had laid on his stomach, beginning to worm crawl his way under the bed as The Warframe stood beside, looking around unsure.

Umbra had held his skiajati close, not really trusting the words of this creepy doll as the frame continued to gently rub a thumb against the katana's sharp and thin blade. The sound of the music box like music coming from the Closet, had suddenly caught the frame's featureless blank face of a gaze. The scarved warrior takes a crouching pose, and suddenly walks closer to the closet, still keeping a close proximity to the bed as The Operator investigated underneath.

thatguyinthestore​

 

[BoltBeam]

Agent 3

The next note read:

PATIENT NOTES #72

Subject 700-B managed to escape containment after a breach in our network's security. The following footage of 700-B was captured from a dashcam, with said footage subsequently having been sent to a local news station. Luckily, the footage was pulled before it could air properly.



There still appeared to be even more notes after this.​

Agent 3 didn't seem to like where this was going - this was all pretty suspicious to her, and the footage she is seeing didn't help matters... She was tempted to keep digging, but she didn't know if she was the only one who should be able to see this... "...Hey, check this out." She said aloud, trying to draw attention from others that may hear her, as she moved to the next set of notes... "There's quite a lot of... dubious information on this thing."
Character Information

Link to CS: Here!​

Hex Code: #61BD6D​

Status (physically): Fine​

Status (mentally/emotionally): Curious​

Powers: Inkling (species abilities and traits)​

Items: Hero Shot, Splat Bombs, Splashdown​

Skills/Abilities: Highly mobile, leadership skills​

Course of action: The laptop!​

RP Information

Location: Camp Crystal Lake​

Interactions: thatguyinthestore​

Mentions: None​

Nearby/In Group: (Everyone?)​

 

[DerpyCarp]

Lealan wanders around the house, until she gets bored and begins rapping her knuckles against the wall in an ancient melody. This lasts all of a minute before she draws her Neo Magnum and Dragon Head Pistols and begins shooting the same melody into the wall, while tapping her feet, making quite the musical number.

thatguyinthestore

 

[thatguyinthestore]

When Yang reached down to touch the liquid, she would realize that it was oddly sticky. It smelled kind of funny, too. Not outright bad, just... a unique smell that she couldn't really describe. When she tried to lift her hand back up, though, she found that her hand was now stuck to the floor! To make matters worse, thorny, black vines creeped up from the wet area and first wrapped around her hand, before slowly reaching up and around her arm, tightly curling around it.

When The Operator crawled under the bed, he found that it was an extremely cramped space. Tons of boxes lined the carpet floor, sealed up with duct tape and marked in Sharpie with things like "Research Notes" and "Experimental Fumes." Another thing that might have caught his eye, though, was an oversized dead rat, which was beside him. If he looked closely, something appeared to be moving around in its stomach...

Then, while Umbra and Lucky investigated the closet, the music continued, its volume slowly but surely raising the closer they got.

When Agent 3 turned the page, the next set of notes was already waiting for her.

Patient Notes #217

Attempts to subdue Subject 700-B have proven unsuccessful. Project Cancellation imminent. He is watching our every move. He is in my mind. It knows you're here, too. It sees all. Do not fight it. Do not resist its embrace. It knows best. It knows best. It is fair. It is just. It knows best. It knows best. It knows best. Itmmlkndwekdinueqcbevsabuaobxeeeeeshb

The note ended there. There was one more note available.

Back with Lealan, as she began making a melody using the wall, she would suddenly find what appeared to be a hidden panel with enough thumping. At least, it appeared that way, judging by the way it moved inwards whenever she pressed on it.

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[PopcornPie]

"I meant in this world, stupid." Lucky answered bluntly, looking around for the source of the music. "Of course I don't expect some locksmith outside this world to be like 'oh, dang, people are stuck in a locked cabin, I'd better pull me ass outta this Twilight and go to help 'em'." He jumped back a little when a gigantic shadow fell over him, only to recognize the shape. "Umbra?! When the fuck have you-?! SHIIIIIT, this is a bad time to reunite." He tried to conceal his ribbon from the Warframe, his attempts nothing short of pointless. It was too big, too bouncy, and too pink to ignore.

"Hm...Did he speak to you?" Megumin seemed to shrink, arching her back. "He's probably the one this house is fortified against...Maybe we shouldn't try leaving at all until daybreak?"

Agent 3 made an announcement regarding strange notes on the laptop, prompting Megumin to come over with Chucky in her hands. "Mask? TN-F4? Chucky, do you recognize any of this?" The video made her insides feel like they were stuck in a freezer. Somewhere out there, a cameraman was decomposing due to circumstances they couldn't see...

"W-who's watching us?!"

thatguyinthestore Riven BoltBeam

 

[marc122]

Weiss Schnee and Yang Xiao Long

A Cabin That REALLY Hates Prosthesis, Camp Crystal Lake
#99D5FF and #FAC51C = Speech
(Saving Yang) (FAIL compilation subject)​

Yang tried to get her hand away from the liquid, but somehow, she couldn't. Red flag. Then vines sprouted from it, starting to wrap itself around her prosthetic arm. It was then, she realized just what she had gotten herself into.

"Weiss, Lucky!" Yang shouted for the two. Weiss, in particular, looked and realized what was going on at the closet. Gasping, she quickly rushed over to her and attempted to slash the vines with Myrtenaster while pushing Yang away from the liquid in the process.

thatguyinthestore (GM), P PopcornPie (Lucky)

 

[thatguyinthestore]

"He's the one who owns the cabin, dumbass." Chucky replied to Megumin with a deadpan expression. "He's a fuckin' big shot jackass scientist. As for speaking, yeah. He spoke to me alright when he LOCKED ME IN THAT FUCKING ATTIC!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as he balled up his tiny, plastic hands into clenched fists. Then, Megumin began reading the project notes and asked Chucky if he recognized anything from them. "Beats me." He replied, shrugging.

With every vine Weiss slashed away, two more would sprout up and wrap around her arm, each one even tighter than the last!

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[Riven]

The sound of gagging can be heard as The Boy witnessed the dead rat and the movement from within of it. The Operator keeps a hand over his mouth as he attempts to frantically reach for the dead rat, throwing it out from underneath the bed away from him on the other side. The Operator then proceeds to begin kicking and pushing the sealed boxes out from under the bed.

The tall frame would look down and tilt his head to the side at Lucky, waving a small hand before pointing towards the closet, the music starting to get on his nerves. Umbra would then move his hand back to the skiajati's handle, unsheathing the long 7 ft katana and holding it towards the closet suspiciously.

P PopcornPie
thatguyinthestore​

 

[Lazaro1505]

Benrey​

Turning slowly back to Jason, as he went on about the communicator and the send button, to which he said with a neutral face “Yeah, I know how to use tech here bucko, I may come from a older tone period, but at least I ain’t from something like a medieval world who barely has any form of tech other than magic.” as exited the room, before slowly taking out the same Benedict magazine he managed to smuggle into this next dimension, and went into the bedroom area, the same one everyone else is in.

But he apparently came at a bad time, because Yang had her hand stuck with some sort of vine, Weiss trying to free her, and Lucky with Umbra checking outs another closet. Sighing as he rolled up the magazine in one hand, and held out his machete in the other, he went over to help. Once reaching their location, he went in to chop some of the vines there, and while a few more sprouted out, in order to not add in even more stress, he did something that he didn’t have the strength to do it, but did it anyway.

He sacrificed his magazine, to be used for more of the newer sprouted vines as a fake arm, the purpose being to relive some stress and work from Yang’s arm, hopefully allowing them to get all the vines before it went after her arm again.
thatguyinthestore marc122

 

[PopcornPie]

"W-WE'RE IN A HOUSE OWNED BY A MAD SCIENTIST?!" Watching Yang be assaulted by strange black vines in one closet sealed the deal for Megumin, and she prepped her Spartan Laser on the door. "That's it, we need to escape before he gets home! Those notes are probably his! Paranoia, insanity, vomiting blood...I don't want any of those, nor do I want to know what causes it! J-jason, what do we do?!"

"Holy shit!" As Lucky watched Yang be pulled to the floor by black vines, he shook his head in confusion. As much as he wanted to chew away the vines, he'd probably be trapped right along with her, so the more painful option was necessary. "Sorry 'bout this, Lassie." He started up his flamethrower, hosing the vines with flame.

 

[marc122]

Weiss Schnee and Yang Xiao Long

A Cabin That STILL Hates Prosthesis, Camp Crystal Lake
#99D5FF and #FAC51C = Speech
(*record scratch* *freeze frame* Yep. That's us.) (You're probably wondering how we ended up in this situation.)​

"C'mon, I don't have all day!" Yang shouted, as she herself started pulling her arm away from the vines the best she could, while Weiss continued to slash away at the vines. Just then, Benrey showed up to add to the Yang Protection Squad with a....magazine? Weird choice, but okay.

Then Lucky got out a flamethrower.

"Are you crazy?!" Weiss shouted, as Lucky started to rain the flames down on the liquid...but possibly burning the closet in the process.

thatguyinthestore (GM), P PopcornPie (Lucky), Lazaro1505 (Benrey)

 

[PopcornPie]

"Fire is weak to grass!" Lucky chortled. "Besides, it doesn't look like blades are helpin' very much!" Only when he felt it to be safe did he release the flamethrower's trigger. "...You guys think it worked?"

 

[thatguyinthestore]

A total of three boxes in total were kicked out of the bed by The Operator. The boxes in question were labeled "Experimental Fumes", "Experimental Liquids", and "Research Notes". They were all only sealed with duct tape, which meant that a swift swipe with a sword, knife, or other sharp object would probably do the trick.

As Umbra and... kind of Lucky got closer to the closet, their ears would soon make the discovery that the music wasn't coming from the closet itself, but rather, the walls around the closet.

"He's out on some fuckin' business trip," Chucky replied to Megumin, rolling his plastic eyes. "He won't be back for a few days."

"Regardless, the first thing we need to do, and by we I mean you, is calm down and try to not act rationally. Take some deep breaths and breathe, kid." Jason would say to Megumin as she began to freak out over the situation at hand. Meanwhile, Lucky's flamethrower did the trick on the vines. They let out a weird hissing noise as they unwrapped from Yang's arm and retracted back into the ground. However, like fire often does, it did end up spreading to the closet itself, and within seconds, the room was lit up by the raging inferno that was transpiring in the now burning closet. Due to whatever was reinforcing the cabin, the fire luckily didn't spread, but by the time the fire had dissipated, the damage had been done, and the closet was completely charred.

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[PopcornPie]

"Well, how do we know he won't have to leave early?" Megumin continued to whine, looking at the boxes The Operator had found. "See? Fumes, liquids, notes...This sounds to me like he's trying to make some kind of poison!" She found herself pressing up against Jason, shivering. "How can I calm down when we're trapped in a house belonging to someone trying to make some kind of dangerous, insanity-causing poison?! If he gets home early, he'll come back to a batch of new test subjects!" She poked at the duct tape surrounding the "Fumes" box.

Lucky, meanwhile, could only watch helplessly as his handiwork destroyed the closet, of course relying on his rabbit speed and size to save whatever he could. When the flames did subside, nothing but whatever he was able to grab was salvageable. "Hahaha...Whoopsie."

 

[marc122]

Weiss Schnee and Yang Xiao Long

A Cabin That STILL Hates Prosthesis, Camp Crystal Lake
#99D5FF and #FAC51C = Speech
(Disappointed) (Mental facepalm)​

Lucky's flamethrower worked, and soon enough, Yang was able to step away from the vines. However, as the two quickly got away from the closet, the room started to fill up with smoke from what became a burning closet. What could've been a chance for the two to find good information had been wasted away by such a brute method for getting Yang free from the strange liquid.

​

Weiss let out a deep, disappointed sigh, proceeding to glare towards Yang, who had almost lost another arm to the closet, before proceeding to look at Lucky.

"Be glad we have Aura," Weiss said, shaking her head as she just walked towards the doorway to stand beside it, while Yang just...stood there. Almost as if she was thinking about what she had done to deserve the situation with the closet liquid.

thatguyinthestore (GM), P PopcornPie (Lucky), Lazaro1505 (Benrey)

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Jason sighed and walked over to Megumin, grabbing her by the shoulders. Before she could ask what he was doing, the man had raised his hand and smacked her across the face. "Calm. Down." He grunted, before standing up and walking away.

Lucky, meanwhile, had managed to grab a navy blue sweater, apparently. It was made from a wool that even grandma would find itchy, and as he held it closer, he might have noticed something peculiar written on the tag...

P PopcornPie​

 

[Lazaro1505]

Benrey​

Of course, he just wasted a perfectly good magazine, as Lucky waltzed in and used a flammenwerfer on the entire thing..... which caused him to jump back and leave his magazine to burn with the rest of the closet. “A perfectly good magazine wasted.....” he said, as Lucky managed to save something before it can be set a flame, a blue sweater of sorts, and luckily, the fire didn’t spread throughout the house due to whatever was reinforcing the place.

While he left Lucky to do his own thing, he went over Yang, who seemed very deep in thinking about something, and said “Lets not think about what just currently happened right now. We still have a mystery to solve here, and I know that your arm may have be taken or something, but it’s best not to dwell on that idea.” as he went to look at the sweater Lucky managed to save, looking for any important details on it. Before spotting the tag, to which he raised a brow and decided to take a look at it.
marc122 P PopcornPie thatguyinthestore

 

[PopcornPie]

"Sheesh, sorry." Lucky muttered, looking at what he salvaged. "But at least I didn't leave you to die, so..." He grinned expectantly at Megumin.

"Bragging about your good deeds isn't selfless, Lucky." Megumin huffed, before turning her attention back to Jason. "But, Jason, I'm scared. What if this house is rigged to spray the poison on us?" Despite her fear, she felt tempted to cut the lid off with her dagger. "Jason, should I?"

"...Shit." Lucky shrugged, letting Benrey help hom investigate the sweater. "Looks like something your grandma would send you, doesn't it?"