Chronology: Ultimate

[BarrenThin2]

Frank Castle

Falcon continued to weep and wallow, even as Gregg clapped him across the head. Frank just scoffed and looked back towards the Grim Reaper. To say that was probably a lost cause seemed to be an understatement. Big man was taking this a lot harder than... well, pretty much anyone here. Granted, most people haven't died before, and Frank wasn't sure what was a reasonable reaction to finding yourself in Eternal Damnation. It did further the vibe that he was getting from Gregg, though. He was very touchy. Pretty clear he wasn't exactly a fan of this job, given the complaints he made as he went about it. Frank stored that information away, but dropped the topic, at least for the moment. No sense in further agitating him, though Ellie was, as usual, less than content with the subtler approach. Probably wouldn't matter, aside from maybe earning her another smack across the head. At the receptionist line, he exhaled through his nose yet again. Couldn't help it. There was something inherently off-putting about Death being a crotchety old man, and not altogether in a negative way.

The mention of multiversal Hell halted what good humor he might have about the situation, returning his standard glare. Did everyone that died, ever, come here? There were definitely people in their party that shouldn't be in Hell. Was there not a multiversal Heaven? His mind shot through numerous possibilities, from Barracuda to... No. Stop. Move on. Don't think about that. He shook his head slightly, as though trying to physically discard the thought. Still, the worry remained; did every person he had ever killed wind up here? Well, hopefully, if every soul came here, there would be trillions of them. Finding one that recognized him would be next to impossible, surely. That was certainly more trouble than he or anyone in this group needed. Some kind of ghost with a harebrained revenge scheme. Chances are, Gregg wouldn't give a straightforward answer to the question anyways.

Profiling. Think about profiling. Well, that sounded better. Even amusing, maybe. Part of him almost wanted to see what the Reaper had to say about the lot of them. Even so, his eyes pretty much never moved from Gregg through the entire conversation. For all of his seemingly harmless behavior, he was still the Grim Reaper. Pushing him too hard might have consequences. Even if they weren't explosive or violent, it could cost them time, or just get them into trouble. As Ellie continued to tease him, he shifted his weight and cleared his throat. Time for the dad voice. This worked on his kids forty years ago, maybe it'd work now? Frank wondered if he could still do it. "Ellie." The bass of his voice now carried a stern warning, though the old man wasn't entire sure what he would do if she just didn't listen to him. He couldn't exactly ground her for antagonizing Death.

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[CutieBoop]

Fuma and Yoshi

Fuma just had that straight face that could be memed into laughing. She isn't laughing at Gregg. Also, for the heaven question from Sage... "Er. Fuma will explain, but since we have company Fuma just needs to talk to the grim reaper first. Fuma promises the answer later." With that out of the way, Sage can expect to listen to her explanation of heaven after this moment with Gregg. She also held Mimaki's hand with a bit more of a attempt of reassurance this time by some caress, to lower the fox's anxiety. It was a way to say, 'hey, we'll be alright'. She'll promise reassurance later, but she'll sigh. "No, no. That is fine. We all died by one common death, we'd just need to explore the layers to return back up to continue... much like any story goes. It is fine if you take long to try to register all of us. It is a BUNCH of us, after all. Fuma Mishandra is Fuma, for Gregg. It's nice to meet you." Basically, Fuma has a lot of patience and politeness about the whole thing. Maybe it's by her travelling experience... and what's she's learned along the way.

Yoshi, on the other hand, just shrugged. "Yoshi isn't too surprised, mister Gregg reaper. Yoshi know when it's dark, there'll soon be brightness in life if we keep going on journey! Hee hee!" He's optimistic even though he's in hell. What a weird dinosaur... or, at least he's a weird visitor in hell according to Gregg. The name is obvious for the reaper. He didn't make fun of the name, so he's good. "I'm Yoshi! Yoshi hope to make good friends even through hell!" This might end good or bad for Yoshi.

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[ConnorOfficials]

Lilith
Location: Hell

Lilith shuttered when Gregg mentioned her first death. "Yeah I'd like to forget that." He says that getting vaporized by a laser was the most logical reasoning as to how she ended up her and she nod in agreement. "Well if you put it that way I guess that seems like a pretty reasonable explanation." Gregg was also starting to get quite annoyed with Ellie so she tried to ease the tension. "Best if you just leave him alone for now."

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[DerpyCarp]

"Mister Reaper, I have some questions, if you don't mind. What information do you need for profiling us, and do you accept Bribes?" Lealan goes as far as to raise her hand, if she was in someone else's hell, it would be best to try and not piss off the embodiment of death. She idly picks at the damaged plant flesh on her face, wondering if she should bother trying to heal it or not.
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[TheElenaFisher]

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Seeing that the figure disappeared, she sighed. If it was really Ruby, she would’ve said something when she called out to her, but there was no response. Turning around, she headed back to the others once hearing that Jason found a door. Taking Gambol Shroud out with the sheath still on, she nodded in response as the door was pushed open.

Inside was a crypt which was to be expected down here considering this was the afterlife. Stepping inside, she heard a voice followed by a shadow looming over all of them which made her immediately tense up. Shortly thereafter, it left the darkness revealing a short skeleton who introduced himself as Gregg the Grim Reaper.

Really, Gregg was a name she wouldn’t expect Death to have, but at least it was simple.

When he asked if anyone had any questions, her mind came to one that she had to know since arriving here. Blake didn’t like the thought of her arriving here, but she had to know. “Gregg, I have to know something. Did a girl in a red cloak with silver eyes and a scythe appear here recently? Her... Her name is Ruby Rose.”

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Looking at Geralt, she saw that he had finally came to which was good for her as it meant that she didn’t have to carry him anymore. “Geralt, we’re... dead. At least, it seems that way. Maybe there’s a way out here.”

Coming to a door, she took out her sword and nodded in response to Jason, the door being opened. It was extremely dark save for a few lights and once entering, she heard a new voice. A shadow looked over all of them, making her grip tighten on the sword. Eventually it revealed itself which was a... short skeleton in a robe and had a scythe, introducing itself as Gregg the Grim Reaper.

Simple name but at least it was easy to remember.

Everyone began to ask their questions, the ones about getting out leading them nowhere. “So there really is no way out? We’re stuck here then?”

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Akari "Paladin" Kishiri
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"You're not wrong. Aggression has gotten us into trouble on more than one occassion. Even still, she appears to be good with that bow of hers." Akari responded to Jett.

When Kyou's tone became quite a bit more serious, Akari tensed up again. "I... again, I'm sorry if I upset you." Such was the problem with telling stories that were passed on by the words of humans, that the gods themselves might know the truth of such tales, and how different those truths could be.

Akari followed Link and the others with his sword out, the red-hot blade lining providing a dim red glow in the dark.

The group reached what looked to be a huge black door with skeletal hands and cobwebs on it, and when Jason opened it, Akari readied himself for whatever ghouls and ghosts might lurk within. On the other side of the door was a crypt of sorts, and in that crypt was the Grim Reaper himself!

...whose name was apparently "Gregg", and spoke in a raspy, British voice. Huh. The more you know.
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Akari eased up once Gregg proved himself to not be hostile, and in fact seemed quite cranky. But then again, when you're the Grim Reaper in "Multiversal Hell", as he put it, you're probably bound to find yourself overworked.

When Gregg mentioned he wanted to profile everyone as he made what looked to be some sort of list appear, Akari obliged. "I'm Akari Kishiri. It's... nice to meet you, Gregg." Frankly, Akari was a bit unsure how to act around someone like the Grim f--king Reaper, but decided to at least show a bit of politeness. He had also opted to omit his codename in his introduction, as he felt that was unnecessary, and besides, Akari figured Gregg would have something like a codename written down in an official document like that.

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[Laix_Lake]

Orbeck of Vinhiem
status: YOU DIED?
condition: Normal. Bewildered.​

"If this is what 'Hell' looks like to people... What would 'Heaven' be like?", at this point, he had unglued from Leo, moving back to stand beside him. The fire gaze held in a wonderment, one could definitely tell that the topic intrigued him, even the tone was filled with a child-like curiosity, "And Ascention? You mean people can climb the ranks of the Magic Hierarchy where you come from?? They can change?", the listing of the so called 'circles' had Sage again wondering if he fit anywhere, albeit briefly. Also, maybe the Entity went in Wrath. If it could die, "What's Limbo?", he had continued asking.

Unforenslty...Orbeck would consider himself unable to answer those questions. The afterlife, Limbo, Ascension, kind of irrelevant in the face of the curse. Unable to die, and unable to pass on peacefully. He could at least say something about what Limbo may entail. But he should at least wait on Fuma before saying anything of note.

It would stutter her dialogue and explanations for a moment. "Y-yes, of c-course it is. It seems to be more the Christians' version of it, for Fuma's area of knowledge is useful. The Inferno's version of Hell had nine circles: Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Heresy, Violence, Fraud, and Treachery. These circles, in order, gradually increase their wickedness, and each soul is punished in the according fashion for the sins in the circles they're in. Dante, the character and author, goes through these circles before reaching an opportunity to escape at the end. It is part of the Divine Comedy epic poem. ... Speaking of, which one are we in? Suppose are we in Limbo... Or are we going to reach it?" Fuma raised a brow, before confirming with Jason, the one leading the groups, "Ready." This should answer Orbeck's question about the circles and of Dante. Besides that, they're just ready to follow along, walk through Hell, and figure out which version it was.

So...it was simply the literary work of someone's interpretation of the concept. And apart fo some greater epic at that. All based on the monotheistic religion that is known as Christianity, and nine circles for the vairus vices and crimes, punished accordingly...hard to imagen how severe the punishment could be, but he has his ideas. And so the questions grow further...
"I assume that Limbo in this case...is some sort of in-between state." he said

The group would continue walking until they arrived at a door adorned with skeletal hands. It was suspicious, but it was the only way thrugh this place. As they opened the doors, the group would encounter...

A large shadow began to loom over you all. It was almost identical in shape to the one that Blake had seen, complete with the mysterious cloak and scythe. Jason and the others looked at this new shadow warily as it made itself known to you all, and then it finally entered the room with you, leaving the darkness entirely. And let's just say that it was a bit... underwhelming.

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A cartoonish looking skeleton with a scythe...With a name like Gregg none the less...Some consider him a "Grimm Reaper" outers called him a "Shinigami", some sort of eastern term he assumes. None the less he baislcy said what was known, they "died" via a super laser in the most stupid way possible. He wasn't even the only one around who was bewildered by the circumstances of their supposed death, like Mimaki for example who said he was imprt...what? Nevmeniend the immortality part for now, for it was Gregg's answer that only brought about more confusion.

"That may be how it works in your universe, smart-arse, but when you hop universes, the Multiverse bends whatever pre-determined rules your own universe set on your... being."

It was apparently enough to tense up the kitsune to notable levels, but for Orbeck...it was a stupid answer, a lazy answer, one that fails to take account logic and inconstancies ...like with Lealan's injuries. He would like to ask about this, but it wasn't as if he was complaining about not being stranded in his own world. Is the universe somehow this venomous to serve them a joke of a scenario to the point where it makes those BOLD leaps in logic? No, there is one more question that should be asked, one that has to do with a few certain files that were hidden away. Hard to say if this place was somehow the so-called "dark world" that was theorized to be such a place.

"Lasers vaporize ghosts."

Orbeck would be seen pinching the bridge of his nose over that answer, as he approaches the grim reaper.

"...What you said about..."pre-determined rules", guessing the same would go for an undead cursed to revive at death?" he asked, "Since you know of the existence of the multiverse, I also assume that you know of the conflict with a certain...welder of dark forces?" He was refraining from mentioning Ganon's name or Twilight as a whole. Can't have people panicking over this, but he assumes it may be easier to deal with such topics with Gregg.

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"I don't have skin, smart-arse," Gregg replied in an annoyed tone as yet another scroll appeared in front of him, as well as a feather pen. The scroll opened up, just like the last one, though unlike that one, he began to write in it. "And I'd watch your mouth if I were you, otherwise I may 'accidentally' misplace your soul." The short Grim Reaper added on. He allowed some of the others to keep talking, only responding once Lealan spoke up. "You don't even use the same currency as I do in your world. So, no." He replied dryly, before sighing and continuing his statement with, "And I already have all the information I need, now that I know the cause of death. I just have to log it." He fell silent for a bit, up until Blake spoke up. "Huh?" He asked, indicating that he'd only been half-listening to whatever she was saying. "O-oh... right..." Gregg said after a moment before waving his hand in the air. "Yeah, she passed through here a while ago." At Ciri's question, though, Gregg became visibly more irritated, his grip around his pen tightening as he spoke. "You will pass through here when I'm done logging." Then, he addressed Orbeck with a tired sigh. "Yes... the rules of death in the Multiverse are applicable to all different forms of life, from squirrels to bloody cats." He spoke, before looking back down at his scroll and continuing to write, saying, "If you mean Ganondorf, then yes. I am well aware of who he is. Mainly because he's made my bloody life a bigger pain in the arse than usual lately."

He'd ignored Akari entirely as he continued writing everything down on his scroll. Nary a word was said from the short reaper as he logged everything down with his feathered pen, aside from the occasional annoyed grunt/muttering of a curse word under his breath. After a fair amount of... well, waiting, Gregg sighed and looked back up at all of you. The scroll disappeared out of thin air once he did this, as well as the feathered pen. "Alright..." He said in a tired voice. "You're all logged and free to go. Just proceed down the dark path directly in front of you." Gregg said as he gestured to the path directly in front of him for further clarification. Another moment of silence passed, and then he turned to leave, waving you all off. "Right, that's it, piss off. I've got some cats to see." He said, though as he continued to walk off into the seemingly eternal darkness, he could be heard muttering, "Bloody things... I hate those bloody cats. The way they... meow... and they piss everywhere... and their shit just smells bloody AWFUL. All over my furniture..."

With those parting words, Gregg had disappeared from view entirely, leaving you all to your own devices.

"Guess we should get goin', then." Micah said as he stepped forward and walked off into the darkness. Jason would look at all of you for a moment, before rolling his neck and sighing as he walked off after him, with Midna and Link moving alongside him. Kendall and Bobby followed close behind, and the rest of you soon followed suit.


After only about two minutes or so of walking through a pitch black corridor (one that was so black that not even Link's lantern did much in the way of lighting it), you all finally exited out on the other side. And boy, what a sight it was.

Whatever pre-conceptions you may or may not have had about Hell being just an eternal pit of fire and torture seemed to be shattered here, as you crossed the threshold into a bustling, dark city. In fact, "Hell" seemed to be the exact opposite of New Donk City in terms of tone and general feeling. Where New Donk was bright, cheery, and colorful, Hell was dark, dreary, and looked like the kind of place where you'd get stabbed in the stomach if you lurked around a singular alleyway for too long.

"Welp," Micah said, throwing up his arms. "I'm headed to the bar." The outlaw said dryly, before walking off to do just that. Jason would sigh at the sight, before turning to face the group.

"As tempting as getting hammered may be, please don't go off and do stupid shit. We need to get outta here ASAP." He said to the rest of you without even bothering to stop Micah. Mainly because at this point, Jason knew that the man was a lost cause in the "listening" department.

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[Crow]

"Oh gee, I wonder what this place is called," Ben sarcastically adds as he looks at the very obvious neon signs.

"Alberqueque?" Agent Penguin adds.

"I'm thinking more like Sweden," Ben responds as he looks through the aliens in his Omnitrix, "let's try to blend in with the locals. Ah, there we go!"

As Ben smacks his watch down, a green light engulfs him.

"Eye Guy!" Ben's new form exclaimed, "looks like eye am totally fitting in! See what I did there?"

"Sure, why not," Agent Penguin said, spinning around before he found himself in a new outfit.

"Well? How do I look?"

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[BoltBeam]

Agent 3

"Bloody waking me up... can't even get five minutes of sleep anymore..."

A large shadow began to loom over you all. It was almost identical in shape to the one that Blake had seen, complete with the mysterious cloak and scythe. Jason and the others looked at this new shadow warily as it made itself known to you all, and then it finally entered the room with you, leaving the darkness entirely. And let's just say that it was a bit... underwhelming.

Despite the gigantic shadow that had loomed over the group mere moments ago, the figure was actually just a really short looking skeleton - one that was much shorter than all of you. It carried a large scythe that appeared to be a whole head taller than him. He fit the bill for "grim reaper" pretty well, at least. "Alright, let's get this over with..." He sighed as he brought his hand up to his empty eye sockets and began to rub them tiredly.... however that even worked. "My name is Gregg... Gregg the Grim Reaper... don't laugh, otherwise I'll cut your balls off." He said, before letting out a loud sigh and gesturing to the endless darkness around him. "You are all dead, in case you couldn't bloody tell, and now you are here in Hell. Any questions?"

"Oh! Oh!" Bobby excitedly shouted from the back as he hopped up and down. "Do you have anything to eat? Because I am STARVING!"

"You.... don't even have a mouth..." Jason said in a confused tone as he looked down at the sentient wind-up bomb.

"I know," Bobby replied as he looked up to Jason. "But I like to stare at the food sometimes and pretend that I'm eating it."

"Okay..." Gregg muttered underneath his breath as he rose a hand up to rub the bridge of his non-existent nose. "Do any of you have any questions that aren't fucking stupid?"

...Well, that wasn't what she expected. Here we have a Grim Reaper who either really hates his job, or just has a nasty mood on him at all times! Agent 3 nervously laughed and whistled before backing off and listening to the scene instead!

"If we're dead, we saw several others die, too. Now where the heck are they?"

"They already passed through here, you little prick!"

"OK, great, at least we know where we're going to find the others who were with us. That's reassuring." She thought to herself - not aloud this time - and she instead kept this much to herself, to dwell on. Probably best that she does, considering how nobody has any idea right now!

"I already answered both of your questions." Gregg deadpanned in response to Sora and Rex, before turning to face Kagutsuchi and sighing. "Look, there may be different Hells in whatever... universe you crawled out from, but because you died outside of your own universe, you are in the overall, singular, Multiversal Hell. The others are more so hotels you use until you get here. In the actual Hell." He then turned to Mimaki and simply shrugged. "Sure. Whatever you say." He said, and then he looked back at Kagutsuchi. "He's out at the moment." Gregg replied... and then Captain Falcon started crying over something or another, which prompted Gregg to bonk him over the head as he'd done to Ellie. "Calm your bloody arse down!" He shouted angrily, before turning to face Lilith. Even though he lacked eyebrows or anything of the sort, he seemed to be... confused by her presence. His expression had shifted slightly to fit such a mood. It was as if despite his lack of expression, he still could emote ever so slightly.

"I... don't even know how you got here, since you're very clearly a ghost..." Gregg would say as a scroll appeared in front of him out of literal thin air. He pointed a bony finger at the scroll in question, seeming to go over the list of names. "Name, please? And surname?" He'd ask Lilith while looking at the floating scroll in front of him. As he looked over the list, he heard Frank's question. Even though he lacked eyes, the groan that followed the man's question made it pretty easy to assume that he would be rolling them right now regardless. "I have to profile all of you first. It's part of my job. I don't even get paid very much for it." He explained with a sigh, as he continued to look over that list of his. Then, at Frank's second question, Gregg only groaned again. "How many bloody times are you people going to ask that same fucking question!?" He shouted angrily, despite not even looking at Frank as he spoke. "If I didn't know the first time it was asked, and I didn't know the second time, what in Satan's arse makes you think I'll know it the third time around?"​

"...Geez, uh... I'm with him on this one to be hones - why are you all saying the same thing? You're clearly proving his point of not listening to others like he said when we got to his door in the first place." The Inkling said sharply, shaking her head in disappointment.

"I don't have skin, smart-arse," Gregg replied in an annoyed tone as yet another scroll appeared in front of him, as well as a feather pen. The scroll opened up, just like the last one, though unlike that one, he began to write in it. "And I'd watch your mouth if I were you, otherwise I may 'accidentally' misplace your soul." The short Grim Reaper added on. He allowed some of the others to keep talking, only responding once Lealan spoke up. "You don't even use the same currency as I do in your world. So, no." He replied dryly, before sighing and continuing his statement with, "And I already have all the information I need, now that I know the cause of death. I just have to log it." He fell silent for a bit, up until Blake spoke up. "Huh?" He asked, indicating that he'd only been half-listening to whatever she was saying. "O-oh... right..." Gregg said after a moment before waving his hand in the air. "Yeah, she passed through here a while ago." At Ciri's question, though, Gregg became visibly more irritated, his grip around his pen tightening as he spoke. "You will pass through here when I'm done logging." Then, he addressed Orbeck with a tired sigh. "Yes... the rules of death in the Multiverse are applicable to all different forms of life, from squirrels to bloody cats." He spoke, before looking back down at his scroll and continuing to write, saying, "If you mean Ganondorf, then yes. I am well aware of who he is. Mainly because he's made my bloody life a bigger pain in the arse than usual lately."

He'd ignored Akari entirely as he continued writing everything down on his scroll. Nary a word was said from the short reaper as he logged everything down with his feathered pen, aside from the occasional annoyed grunt/muttering of a curse word under his breath. After a fair amount of... well, waiting, Gregg sighed and looked back up at all of you. The scroll disappeared out of thin air once he did this, as well as the feathered pen. "Alright..." He said in a tired voice. "You're all logged and free to go. Just proceed down the dark path directly in front of you." Gregg said as he gestured to the path directly in front of him for further clarification. Another moment of silence passed, and then he turned to leave, waving you all off. "Right, that's it, piss off. I've got some cats to see." He said, though as he continued to walk off into the seemingly eternal darkness, he could be heard muttering, "Bloody things... I hate those bloody cats. The way they... meow... and they piss everywhere... and their shit just smells bloody AWFUL. All over my furniture..."

With those parting words, Gregg had disappeared from view entirely, leaving you all to your own devices.

"Guess we should get goin', then." Micah said as he stepped forward and walked off into the darkness. Jason would look at all of you for a moment, before rolling his neck and sighing as he walked off after him, with Midna and Link moving alongside him. Kendall and Bobby followed close behind, and the rest of you soon followed suit.

"...Yeah, sounds about right." Agent 3 shrugged at the mention of it - though admittedly confused, no point digging when there's no grounds to dig at. Besides, he's clearly had enough of everyone as it were. It was time to move on, eh? All logged in papers, and good to go!

After only about two minutes or so of walking through a pitch black corridor (one that was so black that not even Link's lantern did much in the way of lighting it), you all finally exited out on the other side. And boy, what a sight it was.

Whatever pre-conceptions you may or may not have had about Hell being just an eternal pit of fire and torture seemed to be shattered here, as you crossed the threshold into a bustling, dark city. In fact, "Hell" seemed to be the exact opposite of New Donk City in terms of tone and general feeling. Where New Donk was bright, cheery, and colorful, Hell was dark, dreary, and looked like the kind of place where you'd get stabbed in the stomach if you lurked around a singular alleyway for too long.

"Welp," Micah said, throwing up his arms. "I'm headed to the bar." The outlaw said dryly, before walking off to do just that. Jason would sigh at the sight, before turning to face the group.

"As tempting as getting hammered may be, please don't go off and do stupid shit. We need to get outta here ASAP." He said to the rest of you without even bothering to stop Micah. Mainly because at this point, Jason knew that the man was a lost cause in the "listening" department.​

"I'm... not sure I approve of the design of this place, but... I'm not sure if this is an entirely 'bad' thing either?" She muttered, not seeming too confident all of a sudden. Then again, it was just the looks of this place tipping her off. Either way, she does 'not' feel safe. "I... don't wanna go wandering alone, this seems a lot less welcoming than the other places, by a fair bit... How about we just try to stick together?"
Character Information

Link to CS: Here!​

Hex Code: #61BD6D​

Status (physically): Fine​

Status (mentally/emotionally): On alert​

Powers: Inkling (species abilities and traits)​

Items: Hero Shot, Splat Bombs, Splashdown​

Skills/Abilities: Highly mobile, leadership skills​

Course of action: "Oh, hell."​

RP Information

Location: Hell​

Interactions: thatguyinthestore​

Mentions: None​

Nearby/In Group: @YoureInHellNow​

 

[Ellya]

Frank Castle

Falcon continued to weep and wallow, even as Gregg clapped him across the head. Frank just scoffed and looked back towards the Grim Reaper. To say that was probably a lost cause seemed to be an understatement. Big man was taking this a lot harder than... well, pretty much anyone here. Granted, most people haven't died before, and Frank wasn't sure what was a reasonable reaction to finding yourself in Eternal Damnation. It did further the vibe that he was getting from Gregg, though. He was very touchy. Pretty clear he wasn't exactly a fan of this job, given the complaints he made as he went about it. Frank stored that information away, but dropped the topic, at least for the moment. No sense in further agitating him, though Ellie was, as usual, less than content with the subtler approach. Probably wouldn't matter, aside from maybe earning her another smack across the head. At the receptionist line, he exhaled through his nose yet again. Couldn't help it. There was something inherently off-putting about Death being a crotchety old man, and not altogether in a negative way.

The mention of multiversal Hell halted what good humor he might have about the situation, returning his standard glare. Did everyone that died, ever, come here? There were definitely people in their party that shouldn't be in Hell. Was there not a multiversal Heaven? His mind shot through numerous possibilities, from Barracuda to... No. Stop. Move on. Don't think about that. He shook his head slightly, as though trying to physically discard the thought. Still, the worry remained; did every person he had ever killed wind up here? Well, hopefully, if every soul came here, there would be trillions of them. Finding one that recognized him would be next to impossible, surely. That was certainly more trouble than he or anyone in this group needed. Some kind of ghost with a harebrained revenge scheme. Chances are, Gregg wouldn't give a straightforward answer to the question anyways.

Profiling. Think about profiling. Well, that sounded better. Even amusing, maybe. Part of him almost wanted to see what the Reaper had to say about the lot of them. Even so, his eyes pretty much never moved from Gregg through the entire conversation. For all of his seemingly harmless behavior, he was still the Grim Reaper. Pushing him too hard might have consequences. Even if they weren't explosive or violent, it could cost them time, or just get them into trouble. As Ellie continued to tease him, he shifted his weight and cleared his throat. Time for the dad voice. This worked on his kids forty years ago, maybe it'd work now? Frank wondered if he could still do it. "Ellie." The bass of his voice now carried a stern warning, though the old man wasn't entire sure what he would do if she just didn't listen to him. He couldn't exactly ground her for antagonizing Death.

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Lilith
Location: Hell
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Lilith shuttered when Gregg mentioned her first death. "Yeah I'd like to forget that." He says that getting vaporized by a laser was the most logical reasoning as to how she ended up her and she nod in agreement. "Well if you put it that way I guess that seems like a pretty reasonable explanation." Gregg was also starting to get quite annoyed with Ellie so she tried to ease the tension. "Best if you just leave him alone for now."

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"I don't have skin, smart-arse," Gregg replied in an annoyed tone as yet another scroll appeared in front of him, as well as a feather pen. The scroll opened up, just like the last one, though unlike that one, he began to write in it. "And I'd watch your mouth if I were you, otherwise I may 'accidentally' misplace your soul." The short Grim Reaper added on. He allowed some of the others to keep talking, only responding once Lealan spoke up. "You don't even use the same currency as I do in your world. So, no." He replied dryly, before sighing and continuing his statement with, "And I already have all the information I need, now that I know the cause of death. I just have to log it." He fell silent for a bit, up until Blake spoke up. "Huh?" He asked, indicating that he'd only been half-listening to whatever she was saying. "O-oh... right..." Gregg said after a moment before waving his hand in the air. "Yeah, she passed through here a while ago." At Ciri's question, though, Gregg became visibly more irritated, his grip around his pen tightening as he spoke. "You will pass through here when I'm done logging." Then, he addressed Orbeck with a tired sigh. "Yes... the rules of death in the Multiverse are applicable to all different forms of life, from squirrels to bloody cats." He spoke, before looking back down at his scroll and continuing to write, saying, "If you mean Ganondorf, then yes. I am well aware of who he is. Mainly because he's made my bloody life a bigger pain in the arse than usual lately."

He'd ignored Akari entirely as he continued writing everything down on his scroll. Nary a word was said from the short reaper as he logged everything down with his feathered pen, aside from the occasional annoyed grunt/muttering of a curse word under his breath. After a fair amount of... well, waiting, Gregg sighed and looked back up at all of you. The scroll disappeared out of thin air once he did this, as well as the feathered pen. "Alright..." He said in a tired voice. "You're all logged and free to go. Just proceed down the dark path directly in front of you." Gregg said as he gestured to the path directly in front of him for further clarification. Another moment of silence passed, and then he turned to leave, waving you all off. "Right, that's it, piss off. I've got some cats to see." He said, though as he continued to walk off into the seemingly eternal darkness, he could be heard muttering, "Bloody things... I hate those bloody cats. The way they... meow... and they piss everywhere... and their shit just smells bloody AWFUL. All over my furniture..."

With those parting words, Gregg had disappeared from view entirely, leaving you all to your own devices.

"Guess we should get goin', then." Micah said as he stepped forward and walked off into the darkness. Jason would look at all of you for a moment, before rolling his neck and sighing as he walked off after him, with Midna and Link moving alongside him. Kendall and Bobby followed close behind, and the rest of you soon followed suit.


After only about two minutes or so of walking through a pitch black corridor (one that was so black that not even Link's lantern did much in the way of lighting it), you all finally exited out on the other side. And boy, what a sight it was.

Whatever pre-conceptions you may or may not have had about Hell being just an eternal pit of fire and torture seemed to be shattered here, as you crossed the threshold into a bustling, dark city. In fact, "Hell" seemed to be the exact opposite of New Donk City in terms of tone and general feeling. Where New Donk was bright, cheery, and colorful, Hell was dark, dreary, and looked like the kind of place where you'd get stabbed in the stomach if you lurked around a singular alleyway for too long.

"Welp," Micah said, throwing up his arms. "I'm headed to the bar." The outlaw said dryly, before walking off to do just that. Jason would sigh at the sight, before turning to face the group.

"As tempting as getting hammered may be, please don't go off and do stupid shit. We need to get outta here ASAP." He said to the rest of you without even bothering to stop Micah. Mainly because at this point, Jason knew that the man was a lost cause in the "listening" department.

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Atreus & Ellie
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The instant Frank put on his dad voice, it seemed to have an effect on Ellie. Whether it was just because of the authority you could just feel in his voice, or because Joel had talked to her similarly when shit was getting serious, Ellie immediately fell quiet. Well, not entirely quiet. She still mumbled "Geez, I'm just messing around..."

To Lilith, Ellie shrugged. "It's not my fault, he's just gotta grow a thicker skin..." She let out another quiet little chuckle and a snort. "... get it? Cuz he doesn't have any?" At least she didn't sound aggressive anymore, but maybe an all-out battle with Death itself would be preferable to more of Ellie's puns.

Nevertheless, the party went on and found... actual Hell. A city. Atreus and Ellie both looked around in awe for a while, the boy even letting out a soft "Woah... Look at all that..." He still just sat on Frank's shoulders, pointing up at one of the signs. "Look! What does it say? Some of the runes look so similar to ours!"

Ellie looked up as well and read out loud: "Welcome to Hell..." to which Atreus chuckled. "Oh... Funny, you guys use an extra rune to write Hel, but otherwise our spellings are pretty similar." The boy had always had an affinity for other languages, and apparently he was picking written English up pretty quickly.​

 

[QizPizza]

Chronology: Ultimate

GySgt Lazarus Huang

PHYSICAL CONDITION: Fine
MENTAL CONDITION: Making a Plan
LOCATION: Multiversal Hell
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POST

Hearing the redhead kid call him “Laz” before adding the “arus” came across as strangely familiar to Lazarus. He didn’t put it past people to shorten his name to just “Laz” after hearing his name for the first time, but the way the kid said it almost sounded like he was familiar with Laz. Maybe they had met before and it just slipped Laz’s mind… though Laz wasn’t really one to forget a face. He chalked it up to the kid thinking he was being overly familiar with Lazarus after meeting for the first time to give some closure on the thought.

Instead, the Marine focused on the kid’s question about what Hell was. That was a bit surprising, considering everyone should have a vague idea of what it was, even those who weren’t religious. Then again, the kid had been mentioned “reincarnation” a lot, so his beliefs may be Buddhist… which meant that hell wasn’t a concept the boy had learned. Seeing how the boy gave off the vibe of instability and what appeared to be fire powers based on his emotions… Lazarus considered how to explain Hell to him. One slip up may end up in a situation like Tami…

However, before Lazarus could compose a gentle, theologically correct explanation of Hell, the green haired, gothic lolita girl went about talking about Dante’s Inferno and giving a very vague description of Hell. That was probably for the best, given how “gentle”, “theologically correct”, and “Hell” were not words that could work together. It was either the brutal truth with a lot of theology or a really vague explanation. The goth girl’s explanation would work for what needed to be known.

On the topic of correct theology, Lazarus couldn’t help but overhear the quips between the aggressive girl and the Punisher about God. It was just dumb banter, but Laz inject his own quick little bit, “If it was even possible to ‘mess with God’, there isn’t a single place He can’t destroy us… especially if we’re in the real Hell.”

Eventually, someone had the sense to shed to turn on a light in this dark dingy cave and reminded Lazarus that he had flashlights… and night vision goggles. He brought up the wrist-mounted display and made a few taps that soon turned on the flashlights on his helmet, lighting up the way in front of him. Now that he had light, he drew his assault rifle and moved forward cautiously, following Link and looking up at the cavern ceiling every few seconds. Eventually, the group found a large, ominous door adorned with skeletal hands.

Instinctively, Lazarus pressed himself to the doorframe as the others just stood around. It occurred to him that no one else knew about the first thing about breaching tactics and clearing unknown rooms. Standing in front of the door so casually was inviting yourself to get shot… or worse. He tried to use his head to motion people towards the wall, but no one seemed to get the hint., they only shouted about how ready they were. If bullets and fireballs started flying, Lazarus hoped they could take a hit, because if they died instantly, there was no way for him to bring them back.

Before long, Jason and Link pushed through the door and went straight inside. Lazarus was apparently the only one taking the job of clearing the room seriously, doing his best to clear the corners and blindspots. However, people were filing in too quickly for him to get a good look without bringing down his rifle. Hell and uncleared corners be damned, Lazarus still wasn’t going to point an unloaded weapon at an ally, much less a loaded one.

The crypt they entered was dark, even with flashlights and lanterns lighting up the room. The only thing that stood out was a circle of blue flames and the only person in the room was a massive shadow. Having worked with Void and Malcolm, Lazarus was understandably wary of moving shadows, but it appeared as if this shadow wasn’t anything too scary. It was just a short skeleton that was bearing the usual trimmings of the grim reaper: the black cloak and the scythe. Turns out his name was Gregg the Grim Reaper and he was grumpy because of being unable to sleep. Laz felt that and mumbled, “Don’t worry, man, I get the feeling...”

Lazarus could just feel the annoyance dripping from the skeleton man from all the extremely nuanced and presumptuous questions. The Marine felt kinda bad for Gregg; it sounded like he was just a desk jockey and now he had to deal with a couple dozen strangers with no end to their curiosity. It would help if people listened to one another to prevent overlapping questions. The poor, irritable skeleton was just trying to log them into this “multiversal Hell”.

Eventually the skeleton’s paper work was done and he left to take care of his cats. That left the MPF to walk down a corridor so dark that it ate up the light from Lazarus’s helmet. However, once they got to the other side, they were met with something wholly unexpected. It was an entire metropolis. A bustling place where all the denizens of hell could spend their eternities...it not the hell that he expected. The vibe reminded him of post-Ashfall Las Vegas, where crime, drugs, and prostitution was rampant. The Marine grimly noted, “I guess we found the real Sin City. Nothing good ever comes out of a red light district that covers the entire city.”

Seeing as there was no obvious plan from Jason, Lazarus offered one up, “Alright, guys, we’re in a foreign city with no intel or backup, which means we’re going in blind. Going off alone is going to make us easy targets and we shouldn’t be indulging in the ‘local attractions’,” that part was directed particularly at the alcohol-seeking cowboy, “So here’s the best plan I’ve got: we make sure we never go off without a battle buddy and we do what we can to gather intel. Talk to the locals, search public areas, find the leaders of this city, et cetera, et cetera. That will be our best shot at establishing a foothold and finding a way out of this hellhole. Kill?” Lazarus looked around for a moment before realizing that no one would know what he meant by "kill", “...Kill. Anyways, anybody want to volunteer to talk to the locals with me? Preferably those who are good with people...or demons.”

 

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Lilith
Location: Hell

Lilith sighs as Ellie makes that lame joke, some one might of found that funny but she didn't. "Hilarious..." As they venture forward Lilith scans the large bright red city after she and the others went through the dark cavern. "You know, I didn't expect this place to be a lot more red then I originally thought." Agent 3 suggests that that they try to stick together and she agrees in response. "Yeah that sounds good, I'll go with you If no one else is willing."

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Jett

Location: Afterlife
Expression: Keep Things Normal in The Afterlife
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Ellie turned her head to look at Jett as they walked. "Yeah, I bet... We'll get along if you don't have the same sense of humor as your friend there..." Ellie gave a nod toward Thorne. Clearly, she still had kind of a grudge against the woman. At least she was being relatively nice to Jett.

Frank would feel Atreus getting more and more tense as they progressed. The boy held his bow tight with both hands, resting it on top of Frank's head but ready to go at a moment's notice.

Even Ellie kept a tight grip on the switchblade in her pocket, and kept herself very aware of the fact that she did have a gun this time. As soon as they got up to the door, Ellie muttered "Fucking skeleton hands, really...?" with a subtle crack in her voice, then took a deep breath. Atreus slowly picked an arrow form his quiver, nocked and drew while taking careful aim toward the door. "Ready..." he said under his breath, keeping the bowstring drawn to his chest.

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"Huh?" Leo asked when Sage approached him, seeming a bit confused. "Oh... I'm fine." He said, offering up a smile and a short nod. "Just... really distracted, is all. Ya know - being dead and everything." He said, before letting out a small chuckle. "Being dead just takes a lot out of you... ya know?"

Regardless of this and the few other interactions that were occurring around you all, the door was soon pushed open, with Jason and Link both taking point in front of the group and leading you into the room ahead. The room in question was what appeared to be a crypt of some kind. It was a pitch black room for the most part, which was par for the course for the rest of Hell anyways. The only things that illuminated the room were several blue flames, which formed a circle around a small, seemingly circular slap of concrete.

"Yup... this sure fits the bill for Hell..." Jason said aloud as he stood in the center of the new area and took a look around. As you all began to look around, a weirdly... high-pitched voice could be heard amidst the darkness. It was quiet and hard to hear, but judging by the tone alone, it didn't really sound too happy. It spoke in a British accent as well, which only appeared to amplify the anger it presented.

"Bloody waking me up... can't even get five minutes of sleep anymore..."

A large shadow began to loom over you all. It was almost identical in shape to the one that Blake had seen, complete with the mysterious cloak and scythe. Jason and the others looked at this new shadow warily as it made itself known to you all, and then it finally entered the room with you, leaving the darkness entirely. And let's just say that it was a bit... underwhelming.

Despite the gigantic shadow that had loomed over the group mere moments ago, the figure was actually just a really short looking skeleton - one that was much shorter than all of you. It carried a large scythe that appeared to be a whole head taller than him. He fit the bill for "grim reaper" pretty well, at least. "Alright, let's get this over with..." He sighed as he brought his hand up to his empty eye sockets and began to rub them tiredly.... however that even worked. "My name is Gregg... Gregg the Grim Reaper... don't laugh, otherwise I'll cut your balls off." He said, before letting out a loud sigh and gesturing to the endless darkness around him. "You are all dead, in case you couldn't bloody tell, and now you are here in Hell. Any questions?"

"Oh! Oh!" Bobby excitedly shouted from the back as he hopped up and down. "Do you have anything to eat? Because I am STARVING!"

"You.... don't even have a mouth..." Jason said in a confused tone as he looked down at the sentient wind-up bomb.

"I know," Bobby replied as he looked up to Jason. "But I like to stare at the food sometimes and pretend that I'm eating it."

"Okay..." Gregg muttered underneath his breath as he rose a hand up to rub the bridge of his non-existent nose. "Do any of you have any questions that aren't fucking stupid?"

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Frank Castle

So Atreus had been to Hell before. Maybe. It certainly didn't sound like any idea of Hell he had ever heard about. Had they died to go there, and then fought their way out? It seemed the boy and his father had been through quite a lot together. Frank wasn't sure that made him feel any better about how Kratos had treated his son in their brief interaction, or how Atreus had spoken about his father when backed into a corner on the subject. The boy actually seemed pretty calm about it, though, more worried about what was happening around them than what was in their past. "If you got out of a place like this before, then I'm sure we're in good hands, kiddo." Frank felt Atreus, bow in hand, rest his hands on top of the old man's head. For his part, Frank kept the Passport in hand. Never knew what could be around the corner, let alone through a giant fuck-off skeleton door. He raised the weapon slightly, then nodded to Jason to show he was ready.

To his right, Ellie did her best to hide the fact that she was afraid. He felt more relieved than anything. Some healthy fear when dealing with the unknown would hopefully keep her from making mistakes. At least this Jett person seemed a bit less problematic than Thorne when talking to Ellie. "I've been to Hell once. Briefly. It wasn't exactly like this." Frank left out the part where he got out by being turned into something from a Mary Shelley novel. The memory was blurry. Faded. Dark. Like someone else's poorly described fever dream. It was something probably best forgotten. "I don't remember it very well." As the door got ready to open, he glanced down to Ellie. She was armed, but had hardly demonstrated anything in the realm of classical training. Unsurprising, given her age. Most what she did know about fighting seemed to come from either instinct or experience. Better to ask now before she shot someone if things got very chaotic. "How well do you know how to use that pistol?"

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Akari "Paladin" Kishiri


"You're not wrong. Aggression has gotten us into trouble on more than one occassion. Even still, she appears to be good with that bow of hers." Akari responded to Jett.

When Kyou's tone became quite a bit more serious, Akari tensed up again. "I... again, I'm sorry if I upset you." Such was the problem with telling stories that were passed on by the words of humans, that the gods themselves might know the truth of such tales, and how different those truths could be.

Akari followed Link and the others with his sword out, the red-hot blade lining providing a dim red glow in the dark.

The group reached what looked to be a huge black door with skeletal hands and cobwebs on it, and when Jason opened it, Akari readied himself for whatever ghouls and ghosts might lurk within. On the other side of the door was a crypt of sorts, and in that crypt was the Grim Reaper himself!

...whose name was apparently "Gregg", and spoke in a raspy, British voice. Huh. The more you know.

Akari eased up once Gregg proved himself to not be hostile, and in fact seemed quite cranky. But then again, when you're the Grim Reaper in "Multiversal Hell", as he put it, you're probably bound to find yourself overworked.

When Gregg mentioned he wanted to profile everyone as he made what looked to be some sort of list appear, Akari obliged. "I'm Akari Kishiri. It's... nice to meet you, Gregg." Frankly, Akari was a bit unsure how to act around someone like the Grim f--king Reaper, but decided to at least show a bit of politeness. He had also opted to omit his codename in his introduction, as he felt that was unnecessary, and besides, Akari figured Gregg would have something like a codename written down in an official document like that.

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Jett chuckled as she would look at Akari talking about aggression is leading everyone into trouble all the time and when they got and followed Link, a door with skeletons as its material right before it show the figure in the other side that has a large scythe and when she followed everyone. She saw a man with a robe and a skeleton body that means it is actually the grim reaper or not.

She tries to question the grim reaper known as Gregg saying that he is starving but he can't eat normally than a human so he tries to fake his eating "Okay, quick question. Do you know who is the person that killed the entire arena including us from a giant plasma beam in a space station??" She then looked around to take a better look on how the after is more looked like than the cave which they met Bobby The Bomb earlier on, Jett had the feeling of this place as a experimental approach of what will happen going on. As when they entered the door, it is now entirely a city now as she had her jaw dropped
Thorne

Location: Afterlife
Expression: Keeping Things Hopeful
Interaction: Open
Mention: thatguyinthestore
Meanwhile Thorne was trying to follow the green outfit warrior as well, she already hear from Jett questioning about the person who is responsible for the giant green plasma beam from a space station, if she had to do something that is very important do is by using her Resurrection if she found a place that she doesn't land into the afterlife.​

 

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Geralt of Rivia

Dead. They were dead. That was a lot to take in. The Witcher had never been a religious man. Just the opposite, really. Again, though, even the Eternal Flame believers didn't really talk about an afterlife, aside from some mumbo jumbo about fire. The soul and the body, one and the same. Talk about unfamiliar territory, talk about going in blind. At least with hopping between dimensions, he was basically just going to another place. A place with weapons and creatures he didn't understand or recognize, granted, but another place. Geralt frowned and stared at the ground for a few seconds while he absorbed that information.

It was, surprisingly, not that upsetting. They were still here, they were still together, he even still had his swords on his back. Geralt was actually in better condition than he was when he returned to the Axiom, what few cuts and bruises he had accrued in the arena or hadn't quite healed up from his fight with the vampire having completely vanished. Looking up, he scanned the room with his senses. The smell of sulfur almost drowned everything in the room out, but it wasn't quite enough to keep him from picking things up about the people around him. The smell of sweat, and other signs of exertion. He could hear a pin drop from a mile away in this silence, and around him, all he heard was heartbeats and voices. "For being dead, we seem awfully alive." Maybe she was right, and leaving was possible.

The confrontation with the Grim Reaper was... underwhelming, for him, though that seemed to be even the sentiment of the Reaper himself. He reminded the Witcher of any other grumpy, disgruntled worker he had ever met. Just as he seemed to be getting a handle on what was going on, they came out of the tunnel and saw an impossibly sprawling city with buildings that towered beyond what he thought was possible. Between this, seeing the infinite vastness of the cosmos outside the 'boat' they had been on, and a planet-sized weapon of some sort, Geralt wasn't feeling terribly talkative right then. Honestly, it was taking a lot just for him to stay focused.

He didn't have to recognize the way the city was built to notice something familiar about it. The Witcher could almost literally smell how seedy this place was, his hand coming to rest on the hilt of his silver sword uneasily. It almost felt like it was redundant when Jason told them not to wander off, were it not for Micah doing exactly that. "Won't hear any complaints from me."

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Frank Castle

The old man glanced over at Lazarus. It was a fairly narrow view to take with everything that had happened, but Frank frequently had to remind himself that few had the experience with multiverses he did. Even before the murder games, his own universe had more than one run-in with other versions of itself. Calmly, he replied, "We just encountered a nearly omnipotent baby that is the lord of time, only to come back and get immediately blown up by a superweapon the size of a planet. Messing with God doesn't seem that far-fetched, though, sure, he'd probably just kill us for it. There only being one certainly seemed like a stretch... Until now, anyways." He gestured to the general 'multiversal Hell.' One Hell meant there could very well be one God. Castle made a note to spit in his face, if given the chance.

Ellie going quiet on a dime almost stopped Frank in his tracks, though he didn't let it show. Sure, she still mouthed off and made jabs at Gregg, but she didn't seem to be trying to instigate anything anymore. Looked like Frank still had it. He could flip the switch off, close the box that held his paternal training yet again. It was almost funny, if only for an instant. Dying had almost been pleasant so far. Normally, the company wasn't exactly great. He glanced down at the girl, with the beginnings of a smile crossing his face, only to feel it fade before it could really even start. As they walked, no pride swelled in his chest, or humor at Ellie's embarrassment. No feeling of accomplishment for his strides towards taming the beast. No. Just an ache in his chest. An empty nothing. The old man set his jaw, not answering her quip, just staring straight ahead as he walked.

As he had time and time again during their brief journey together, the old man reminded himself not to get too close. He was letting his guard down, which would only lead to trouble and pain down the road.They would almost certainly be going their separate ways at the end of this venture; it was entirely possible they wouldn't have any choice what world they returned to, so he couldn't plan around that. Ellie would go back to an empty, dead shell of a world. Frank would go back to New York. Atreus would go back to his father. whatever sort of world they were from. Finally, as they exited the tunnel, he got what could almost be described as good news, if only in the sense that it took Frank's mind off of his troubles.

Laying eyes on Hell's skyline, despite being completely new to him, was almost like seeing an old friend for the first time in years. Not because any of it was recognizable, certainly not. Frank could sense what kind of place it was, though. New York, but on steroids. Unsurprising, he supposed, given that this was Hell. His heartbeat quickened, his grip shifting on his rifle in turn. The hairs on his neck stood on end, but not out of fear, or some sense of danger. It almost seemed to call out to him. Beckon him towards it. For now, the old man chose to ignore it, watching as Micah ignored Jason, stomping away from the group to find some alcohol. Just as he was getting ready to speak his mind, Agent Penguin asked for advice on what the old man figured was supposed to be a disguise. He frowned down the creature for a few seconds. "You look like a penguin wrapped in toilet paper."

Ellie and Atreus discussing their circumstances brought his focus away from their surroundings and back to the trio itself. "I'm going to put you down now, Atreus. I need to be ready in case something happens." He kneeled down to let Atreus off his back, gently reaching up to help, then returned to his feet. There was nothing playful or kind about his tone as he followed up. On the contrary, Frank was as deadly serious as he had ever been. Ellie most certainly didn't have a whole lot of experience with this sort of place, and judging by Atreus's outfit and bow, Frank doubted he did, either. "Do not go anywhere here without an adult. Preferably me, or at least someone armed." As he spoke, Frank checked the rifle to make sure there would be no issues. At least, he did to the best of his ability with no understanding of the technology behind the weapon itself.

When Lazarus stepped up, he listened to the man speak with quiet interest. Frank had leadership experience but no desire to even try to step up, unless forced to. A true military man taking point was welcome. He hadn't been in Force Recon in more than forty years, and he hardly recalled his service patriotically, but the jargon wasn't something one quickly forgot. "Kill." Came his affirmative. The instructions were good. He didn't need them, but he was sure someone here would. He just had one thing to add. "May come as a shock, given that we're in Hell, but this place is pretty clearly all kinds of fucked. You don't know what you're going to find. Be ready to fight, if necessary. Non-lethal force may not be enough." He flicked the safety off on his rifle as he spoke. With that, he looked down at the two kids, tilting his head for them to follow as he set out to search for... well, anyone. "You two ever seen an interrogation?"

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B.J. Blazkowicz​

A strange sensation. Drifting in a black void. Can't move. Graced by the pearly gates... But turned away. Falling, now. Falling down, down. To the pit where Dad and fuck all now live.

B.J. awoke to rocky terrain and a blaze in the far distance, just as the team called for everyone to move down to some other part of wherever they were. He could have sworn he heard one of them say something about Hell. Biting his lip as he forced himself back up, Blazkowicz peeked out the edge for the two seconds he could before hurrying along with the group. "I can't be in fuckin' Hell..." he muttered to nobody in particular. This must've been some strange cavern they've found themselves in when whatever that explosion was rocked their planet... except they were on the spaceship when it blew... Save it for later, Blazkowicz.

Even when they met the supposed Grim Reaper, who was just like an exhausted office worker, B.J. shook his head in disbelief. "There's no way I've ended up in fuckin' Hell..." Either way, he presented his name and occupation to Gregg for the profile. What B.J. did not expect to see once they were through, however, was the raving abyss that was the city before them. A red haze floated over everything, and the blatant signs on the highest buildings only served to spell it out further for B.J. "I'm in fuckin' Hell..."

Cool it, old guy... Think back to what Gregg said. We have a chance of getting out. We got a multiverse to save. Got a wife and kids to give a future to... Count to four. Inhale. Count to four. Exhale... Honestly, I get why you're wandering off for a drink, Micah. B.J. listened to what some of his teammates had to say for a plan. Some took a disguise (which would've been great if it applied to everyone), but two of the more experienced people, namely Lazarus and Frank, had the right idea. "Kill," he affirmed as well. "I'll join you; see if the locals are any sensible." He checked the ammo clips of his Sturmgewehrs and his Schockhammers in the meantime, muttering a quiet, "I swear if I bump into every single Nazi I killed..."

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[Ellya]

Atreus & Ellie
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Atreus was not only put down mercilessly, he started to immediately feel his sense of wonder and excitement being replaced by the tension. Even Ellie was a bit more quiet than usual. She did not enjoy these military commands and terms, never did. She only let out a soft frustrated sigh as Atreus came to stand next to her, looking up at her and noticing the frustration.

Neither of the kids really listened to any of the men speaking. Ellie mostly because she refused to, and Atreus because he seemed focused on Ellie. "Are you okay?" he asked. Ellie responded with a light frown, looking down at the kid. "Wha... Yeah, why?"

"I dunno... It just seems like you don't agree with what Frank and those other guys are saying."
"It's not that, I just..." she sighed softly. "I don't like just following orders."
Atreus chuckled. "Heh... You would not like Father, then... All he does is order me around."
"Yeah, from what I've seen of him, I don't think we'd get along..." Ellie offered a little smile, which Atreus returned.

At that point, Frank adressed the two of them again. Ellie had barely even listened, but tried to act like she heard more than his question just now. "Uh... Yeah, I've seen Joel do it a few times. He's got some tricks" she shrugged. Atreus shook his head. "I don't think Father's way of interrogating is what you have in mind... He likes... a more hands-on approach."

Ellie looked down at Atreus with a huge grin like a proud parent. The kids bumped their fists together, and Ellie added a small explosion sound effect when pulling hers away, which made Atreus chuckle.​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

As soon as Agent Penguin and Ben transformed, a random demon passed then and snickered under their breath. "You two look like a bunch'a freaks!" The multi-colored lizard creature with two tails and four arms said as he walked down the nearby sidewalk.

"Well," Jason began after Agent 3 spoke up as he took a look around the place. Eventually, he turned to look down at the squid girl and continued, "That's up to you." He looked off to the bar and let out a sigh. "Looks like Micah's already run off, though..." It was then that Lazarus gave his plan, and when he was finished, Jason merely shrugged. "Well, sounds like as good of a plan as any." Whenever he asked who wanted to talk to the locals, though, Jason fell silent. Kendall, however, immediately rose a paw into the air.

"Me!" He shouted excitedly. "I've always wanted to go to the circus~!" He chimed excitedly. Unfortunately for Jett, though, Gregg had already walked off by the time she'd asked her question. Link, meanwhile, just kinda... also slowly started making his way towards the bar that Micah had wandered off to, as did Midna. There were other buildings that seemed ripe for exploring as well, with some of them blaring loud music. From above you in a tower, glass could be hear shattering as what looked like some kind of red imp was thrown out from the very top window. He screamed all the way down until he landed beside Frank, right on the pavement. The resulting blood splatter kinda sorta got all over him and Ellie.

As for locals to search for, well...

One tall, slender creature with two separate colored eyes appeared to stick out. He had four long, spider like arms, and a tuft of fur that appeared to emphasize his... femininity.



There was also a little boy in a puffy orange coat. His entire face was obscured, except for his eyes. He seemed kind of bored just standing there all by himself. Maybe he was worth talking to?

Finally, there was a fat... short... grotesque man who was clad in purple and yellow. He appeared to be laughing at the person who had just fallen out of the window. Jason's gaze hung on this short, ugly little man for a long while... as if he knew him somehow. Agent 3, Praetorian, and Ben may recognize him as well, as Wario from the Mushroom Kingdom Incident. What was he doing here?

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[Ellya]

There were other buildings that seemed ripe for exploring as well, with some of them blaring loud music. From above you in a tower, glass could be hear shattering as what looked like some kind of red imp was thrown out from the very top window. He screamed all the way down until he landed beside Frank, right on the pavement. The resulting blood splatter kinda sorta got all over him and Ellie.
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Ellie

"Motherfucker!"

Ellie yelled out as warm blood splattered all over her clothes and her face. "Are you fucking kidding me? Hey asshole! Watch out where you throw your shit!" She screamed upwards, using her hand as a cone while scanning the nearby buildings to see where it came from.

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[Celestial Speck]

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"...So what you're saying is..."

"...Everyone in every universe ends up in this Hell?"

For a moment, there was a pause for a long moment as Gregg explained how things worked, and how all other hells were temporary hells for those who ended up...Here. The two men, who lived through heaven and hell, and learned a lot of things about their world, some true, and some untrue, simply deadpanned for a moment. What Gregg was saying was ridiculous. Unbelievable, even. Every hell, and likely every heaven, just- a temporary 'hotel' so they could end up in the overall multiversal hell? While Mimaki could understanding the balancing measures the multiverse gave off to ensure shit didn't go off like Ganon, both of them had a single thing to say to that comment.

"That is absolute."
"Bull excrement."
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How the hell does Gregg say something like this? The universe is infinite, Jason himself said multiple times! How can they keep track of something like all of the world's afterlives?! Reincarnation circles, different beliefs, crimes, and shit like that?! It was clear that both men did not believe, or they didn't want to believe what Gregg just said. It just breaks the basis of everything they believed in. They can believe omnipotent beings that may or may not be stronger then Amaterasu or hell, even Amenominakanushi, but something this personal?

Yeah, no. It may be denial, or maybe they just genuinely found it that nonsensical, but they didn't believe that shit one bit. At least right now.

Regardless...They didn't have a lot of time to think about that sort of thing. Soon, hell showed its true face, and it was as underwhelming as the Grim Reaper, as much as they hated to say it.

It just felt like downtown. Like someone mixed the settings of every Godfather movie with City of Crime and Pulp Fiction and had one baby with each, and both of these babies had a baby of their own, which resulted in this mess. They were glad they weren't seeing the eternal torment of the dead, but while they could tell from just a glance that this place sucked, it certainly was likely better then what hell should be. Too much freedom, too much modernity-- gods, were they sure they didn't end up in Gensokyo's Underworld again? Mimaki just seemed to be completely shitfaced, almost as if trying to believe what was in front of him, and Kagutsuchi...Just watched.

He was suddenly glad his mother wasn't here. More likely then not, she would burn this place to the ground, make them rebuild it, then burn it down again.

"Mmm. Kill." Kagutsuchi replied to Lazarus, although it was hard to tell that he was only referring to his confirmation and not something else at the same time. Well, whatever. Hell has no rules, right? It's just getting in and go do whatever afterward, right? For a moment, Kagutsuchi pondered on what to do. The mind of the fire god was fast to both kill ideas and gain new ones, his emotional kaleidoscope shining more, as more and more heat absorbed itself on his skin. His eyes then landed on the members of team WBY. Hmmm...They were searching for someone here as well, weren't they? Someone they could likely bring along to break out of the place.

Someone they cared for...Perhaps? It was easy to tell their emotions. It...Almost brought a tear on his eyes. He couldn't explain why.

"Nekomata! Yuki-onna! Oni!" Kagutsuchi yelled out to the three girls, clearly referring to them in what was either codenames or just associating them with these things. "Would you all like to 'stick' with myself to find figures of power that could take us out of here? We could even find those who you wish to seek after, that is a promise on my side!" There wasn't even a 'maybe' or 'if we can' from Kagutsuchi. He was saying that if they would do that alongside figures of power that could help them.

Mimaki could only sigh at Kagutsuchi, however. The damn dude was going to get into trouble. At least he followed Lazarus' advice for sticking together. He wasn't sure how strong the enemies here were. He had a feeling many would be easily killable by all of them, principally Kagutsuchi, a literal deity, but they could never be too careful. "I hope you know what you're doing, Kyou. If this hell is indeed 'multiversal', we have no idea what to find here." Still dumbdumbdumbdumbduuuuuumb.

Regardless, his attention soon turned to Fuma, as he poked her cheek. His eyes landed on some of the figures and locals they could talk to. "Hey, Fuma, you feel like using your demonic influence as the leader of the Goetia Demons to try and get us around?" Mimaki suggested, looking over this hell. "I have a feeling people would listen to a powerful demon like you." Mimaki spoke, eyes then hovering over to Jason, and Ciri soon snapping his fingers to get the man and woman's attention. "I don't think it was mentioned before, and I'm not sure if you saw, but Fuma is actually a demon. Pretty high ranking too, controlling 72 demons from Goetia. I think she could be useful here with her influence over that many powerful demons. You two wanna stick around with us to see if that influence works here or not?" Jason seemed to be decently smart and level headed, and Ciri was also powerful and decently smart. He has a feeling both of them could be of help for him and Fuma.

 

[Crow]

"Oh look, a... uh... guy eye have definitely not met before..." Eye Guy's various eyes began to shift wildly in various directions as he approaches the fat purple man. "Eye am curious - how did you get here?"

"You don't look like you live here," Agent Penguin says to Kenny from South Park.

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[thatguyinthestore]

When Ellie glanced upwards to find the source of the dead body that had been thrown out of the nearby window, her troubles would actually be immediately answered by the sight of what appeared to be some kind of tall demon with black and white horns that curled back and inwards leaning out the window with a smile.

"Sorry about that!" The demon shouted with a smile and a friendly wave. Which was ironic, considering that he'd just murdered somebody.

Over with Jason, when Mimaki approached him and told him about Fuma's demonic heritage, Jason snickered. "Yeah, I can tell," He said as he kept his arms folded up and under his chest. There was a moment of silence that followed his request, before Jason ultimately just shrugged. "Sure. Sounds like as good of a lead as any." He said, before turning to face Fuma in particular. He lowered his arms and rested his hands on his hips, shifting his weight forward slightly and onto his right foot. "Alright, Fuma," He said as he pointed at her slightly. "Show me what you've got."

"I was blown up." Wario had deadpanned slightly in response to Ben's question. "What about you?"

In the meantime, the boy, who was known as Kenny, looked up at Agent Penguin and shook his head. "Mmmph mmph mph mmph mmph!" He exclaimed... though his hoodie was so tightly wrapped around his head that it was... well, it was basically impossible to understand what he was saying.

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[Ellya]

When Ellie glanced upwards to find the source of the dead body that had been thrown out of the nearby window, her troubles would actually be immediately answered by the sight of what appeared to be some kind of tall demon with black and white horns that curled back and inwards leaning out the window with a smile.

"Sorry about that!" The demon shouted with a smile and a friendly wave. Which was ironic, considering that he'd just murdered somebody.

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[thatguyinthestore]

"Okay..." The taller demon chuckled, before waving down at her condescendingly. "Buh bye now!" He exclaimed, before retreating back into the building.

Ellya​

 

[Crow]

"Wait, you could d-eye? How?" Eye Guy questioned, before realising something. "I mean uh... yeah, eye died in a big explosion. Accidents happen, eye guess."

"I see, I see... can you eat like that?" Agent Penguin asked.

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