FactionGuerrilla
I'll do what I can.
Status: Cautious
Direct Mentions: Sev Zerulu , Shilo Nightwisher , GM thatguyinthestore
Indirect Mentions: Benedict Benedict Cucumberpatch , Lu Bu DapperDogman
Part of Bee Group: Karako Birb , Dib Sayo-Nara , Dedede FoolsErin , Asgore T The Man With No Name , Zim ManyFaces , Luka/Ahim Veradana , Batman PolikShadowbliss
"United States Marine Corps Master Sergeant Frank Woods. Haven't had contact with my military in a long time- kinda hard to do that when you've been stuck in a completely different universe for an eternity." The American commented, reaching downwards for one of his cheap cigarettes before glancing about, realizing that it might not necessarily be a smart idea. Especially not with all the grass- and besides, did it even work out in space? Shit, last he checked the government was only planning on going to the moon, let alone head off into different little planets and space kingdoms.
Regardless of what he thought about smoking on space grounds, the Princess Rosalina apparently wrangled the fiasco that was created by the local circus clowns. He was sure as shit glad he didn't go anywhere near that horror show and get his ass chewed off, since the lady actually seemed pretty pissed outside of her regal aura. Either way, Woods rolled his eyes before following the horde into the map room- assuming Shilo followed him, of course.
Looks like he had three options- some Egg-ish galaxy, a beehive, and a giant 8-shaped water realm. After seeing Mr. I'm-So-Posh-I-Can-Afford-To-Be-Snobby leave for the Good Egg alongside his penguin pet, the CIA operative immediately ruled the first option out. He wasn't quite sure if his M16A1 could handle water, either- the American rifle hadn't been known for its reliability before the A1 variant came along, and even then he was skeptical of its durability after being submerged. So the Honeyhive Galaxy it was, regardless of the potential of being stung by bees. After he stepped into the middle of the stage, he too was lifted into the air without gravity, prompting him to instinctively hold onto his somewhat loose assault rifle alongside the Titus-6. It was a miracle the shoulder-slung weapons hadn't fallen off his back, and having no way to latch them on wasn't a great idea either. All that was left was for him to hold on as he was tossed into a Launch Star, and...
"...GAHHHHHHHH!"
Frank would never get used to the sensation of being thrown through space at a million miles an hour. He already knew this for certain.
...Thankfully it didn't take too long to get his boots back onto the ground, although he instinctively rolled onto the ground again to avoid breaking his knees like he would have under normal circumstances. With his attention back to the task at hand, he looked up and realized that he and his companions had been left the hell behind. He glanced backwards, checking to see if anyone- Agent Saga, the Sev guy, or even the swordsperson who approached Todd earlier- had followed him along. If anyone did, the hardened veteran gestured with his head to keep up, promptly sprinting off towards the cave.
Too bad that too was turning into an absolute horror show. The load of monkeys had antagonized each other until the weird talking cartoon-bee produced a load of... Bee-striped things with eyes. Frank couldn't help but feel like those beady eyes were watching the group permanently, trying to see what they would do. The American hesitantly picked up one of the mushrooms, hefting it up to eye level and examining it like he was looking for some kind of trap in it.
"...What's this even gonna help us do? Color us like bumblebees?" The Marine commented off-handedly, staring at the bee's grin as if waiting for it to explain what the hell these things were.
Status: Spooked
Direct Mentions: Tiny Tina Nightwisher , Mordecai @jigglesworth, Gaige Zerulu , GM thatguyinthestore
Part of Good Egg Group: Benedict Benedict Cucumberpatch , Ben Crow , Vilgax Laix_Lake , Ravio SheepKing , Manelion RedLight , Male_Thing Dylan.thomas7
Current Subroutine: Health
Turns out that the guy friend had just woken up, and at Claptrap's miniature showoff scene promptly asked aloud who gave him a weapon. The proud (for the moment) robot waved his Vibra-Pulse about before finally putting his robot arms on his body.
"I am designated FR4G-TP, by my god Jack! Or I think he is. He was the first person who I remembered seeing, and he told me I was a merciless killing machine! Oh, yeah, I think my three protocols were to protect humanity, obey Jack at all costs, and then dance! But maybe not the third one." The obnoxious yellow tin can rambled onwards before the pretty woman got everyone's attention and said stuff about how they would need to go out right now and save the world or some stuff like that. All Claptrap knew that he was now a real good guy! Not that he wasn't a good guy as a Vault Hunter on Elpis. He'd cleaned the moon of scumbags, so why wasn't he a goodie? Either way, the machine rolled his way over to Mordecai's side (along presumably Tiny Tina and Gaige) before the former declared they would go off to one Good Egg Galaxy.
"Ooh! Eggs? I wonder if we can get some scrambled or sunny-side up over there!" The Fragtrap declared before being lifted up to the launch star after Mordecai left. The Borderlands group was pretty far behind, whether due to loitering around or plain losing track of time, so they were pretty much the last ones out. Regardless, the robot de-digistructed his laser weapon, leaving his hands empty and free to wave about as he was promptly thrown into the air.
"I'm flying! I'm really flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Within moments, the robot had landed right behind Mordecai on Good Egg Galaxy, though apparently the duo had been pretty damn far behind. What was left was absolutely nothing besides a puff of smoke for the ex-walking turds that had been loitering around on the initial planet. Within a few minutes Claptrap and Mordecai had been put into yet another launch star. This time, Claptrap screamed something inaudible in mid-air just before ending up having joined the rest of the Egg Group. The only issue now was a pair of black rock-dog thingies in their way. That weird ninja-guy was still trying to dodge the Chain Chomps. Thankfully, Claptrap was there to save the day!
...Or was he going to ruin it just like everything else?
"Ooh, it's happening! It's happening!!!" The Hyperion "killing machine" declared loudly, rolling himself forwards to be at the center of attention within the group. After a series of guidelines had flashed through his HUD- including "Enemies Present" and "Health Full"- a second Vibra-Pulse digistructed itself in his off hand before both weapons promptly began firing away without end. This time, Claptrap had rolled a "Funzerker" ability- and all his Vault Hunter friends would find themselves affected by the same ability, with a message notification saying that "You've been Claptrapped!" and an icon of a Fragtrap wielding two guns at once.
"OhgodIcantstop!" Claptrap declared, though he did stay still and manage to keep both Vibra-Pulses' beams directly on the Chain Chomps and not shoot his friends. Whether the other Vault Hunters would be successful in using their Funzerker ability would be debatable, though.