Fandom Falling Apart 2.0: The Redux [Game-ified Multifandom RP]

[AshuraaHunter]

It began.

It began so abruptly, so suddenly that not a person had a clue of what was occurring, nor did they know what they could do about it. This multi-dimensional ripple... this aura... it seemed as if it was tearing the fabric of time, space, existence itself. Loud pulses screamed throughout every universe in this thing's grasp... Millions have already perished, and the air that they breathe is becoming poisonous. Shadows lurk throughout every street, village, and field, as an impromptu universe merge is forced. Regardless of their motives, someone, maybe a group... we have to put an end to this undying chaos. A group has tried in the past before you, but... sadly, a force that very well may be the same that is throwing these universes together helter-skelter at their leisure brought a collapsing and sickening end to the previous squadrons.

Many people instantly began theorizing, after they sheltered underground. Maybe, God actually exists and he is furious as to what we have become? Perhaps it's a greedy creator who wants nothing other than to see universes fall apart, and their occupants fight to the death. Maybe it's just a dream, a horrid nightmare... There is no way of knowing for sure. But heed my voice... I call upon you, heroes, those who are brave enough, to investigate, and go to work to put an end to this mess. It will take a very long time, but I feel it will be well worth it. You'll save billions upon billions of innocent lives, and the ground will be stained in evil blood. The world is depending on you!

Now that everything has been reset, we must get going, my determined pupils. Be it friend or foe, good-willed or murderous, we must unite as one to dismantle the heartlessness tearing our universes limb from limb!

Now is your time.​

 

[AshuraaHunter]

"By the gods, how long must we delay the most dire moments of the entire month, Future?! I am aware that you are very well informed of what had occurred last time, you pesky servant..." A strained, synthetic voice quietly rang in the background, and was responded to by an intimidated, young adult male voice. "Please, Monarch! It's all an accident on my part! I was tangled in deeds and endeavours here and there and..." And, while he did try to make keeping the exchange civil of his utmost importance, he was only met with restrained anger from the robotic voice. "Cease your procrastination, and focus on the job you were assigned! I possess power levels exceeding what I require to remove you from the premises, and if I must, I will!" The man's voice mumbled about festivities, but then again... "Quit fabricating excuses. Get back to work!" After this process, less impactful and gloomy footsteps were heard, accompanied by electronic garbling, which was sourced from the same entity with the feminine voice.

If that vocal debacle had awoken any of the sedated 'guests', who were contained in orderly, private cells of their own, which resembled a very barebones hotel room with all the fanciness washed away than a prison cell, well... needless to say, they wouldn't be hearing anything for an extensive period of time, as the artificial intelligence heading the administration of the ship was busy cooling off after her emotional modules nearly overheated after getting heated with Tetsuya. However, after several minutes, and perhaps hours had passed, she was formulating words again.

"Oh... My ambitious heroes! I almost forgot, it's time for you to waaake uuup. Frankly, things didn't go quite as planned last time, as an unidentified... thing, that I cannot even remember properly, ended the first conquest of good that I conducted. So, with nearly all of the power left in my battery, I reversed the universe as far back as I could, and brought you here. Old, or new, you must awaken, as there are threats to be fought. So, with that being said... Riiise and shiiine~." Her synthetic, youthful-sounding and English-accented voice rang out, only in the heads of the heroes, in which it echoed as if she was speaking while far into a hike in a cave. All five would awaken from their medically-induced slumber properly this time, dressed in just the same grey, bland pajamas as the heroes were clad in last time; they were slightly run down since anyone had last donned them, however. The more outwardly robotic two had some restraints equipped, the security patrol having feared that they might go on a murderous rampage out of instinct had they not been limited like so. All of the occupants were outfitted with a holographic, digital tag, which displayed their name over the left half of their chest for now

As they hopefully arose from their simple beds, and exited their room after having inputted their personal password (which was somehow ingrained into their heads) in the PIN board, which operated the door in a series of mechanisms which took approximately two seconds to complete, the heroes were granted the sight of the long corridors, that all connected to the heart of the ship; the Main Central, as it was called. Ceramic, porcelain, glass and fine steel comprised the entirety of the futuristic spacecraft's layout. Even from a fair distance to the core, this was very evident in the interior aesthetic of the ship. Above each of the heroes' doors, there was a holographic, electronic header which displayed the containment cell's number in a very brief size statically, and the room owner's name, which scrolled across slowly and constantly. Both were cyan-coloured, and all rooms that had belonged to someone were contained in different hallways at the moment, although several other doors, which were either vacant cells or ones that were utilized for other purposes, were placed alongside the heroes' room entryways.

Future was leaning against the padding which topped a rounded barrier consisting of glass, in the center of the ship. Formerly, the ship had nothing in the very middle at this level, but if one was to peer in between the circular railing, an additional floor has been added ever since the first voyage of heroism. As the five from varying universes came forth, the navy-haired servant greeted them all with a wave. "Glad you could join me, familiar fa-- Oh!" He blinked his one remaining sky-blue eye briefly, his other having been replaced by metal plating that covered around a quarter of his face, with some lights that might've acted as sensors. Compared to last time, it seemed to be much more slimmed down and finer in composition. "Some of you are new to the scene, are you? I haven't formally introduced myself. My name is Tetsuya - you should just call me Future, though. And you were all brought here to stop what we've came to learn is a multiversal apocalypse!" He lamented. "Elating, isn't it? But at least I was straight to the point. You'll need to be performing lots and lots of needful communication with people you have never met, and killing countless things that are out for your blood, as you hop universes constantly to get your missions done!" The young man spoke, changing his posture while he was talking; he went from leaning to standing upright with good, proud posture. "As you progress, lots of things will happen. Of course, there has to be some big compensations for having a rift ripping you from your native dimension... and trust me, there's a lot. Ever since last time, the food quality has been cranked up to 11 for sure, and unlike our previous crew, you guys have the luxury to buy some neat stuff right off the bat!" He expressed, while fixing up his outfit's unfitting creases. "This place uses eCredits - an electronic currency - and you can utilize it to purchase several things that might be cherished. Or they could be an upgrade to your gear. What you spend it on is completely up to you!" He then wandered slightly, tapping something into a digital interface that popped out of his flat-screened wristwatch, which slowly lifted a hovering elevator up from the lowermost floor. One of the segments of the barrier lowered itself to allow access. "And, well, unless you can flawlessly land a 30-foot jump like I can, you'll need to be taking this down so you don't break your legs." And with that, Future dived downwards, not grazing the big transportation cylinder somehow, and landed with nary a scratch on his form, standing shortly afterward. Some of the workers that populated the first floor, human, primate, creature or artificial, turned to witness the group and their guide for the brief moment, before going about their day.

Once they either rode, leapt, or somehow otherwise made their way down without damaging the infrastructure, Tetsuya further led them down a hallway on the second floor, waving them along with a brief "Come with me." Eventually, they were met with yet another door, which he punched an obscured PIN code into, and awaited its opening. They were led into a room, with several private booths. The walls were more akin to a modern-day house, beige in colour, and the lighting was yellow instead of white. "It's time for you guys to get geared up. Ya' never know what's going to happen. Plus, I'm sure you'd rather be in your own flesh than a foreign wrap, correct?" Once they were in their booths, their gear was on display for just them, completely unlocked, and for the two blatantly obvious robots, their restraints just fell off with a metallic clank against the floor. After they had all said they were ready, the doors were opened, and Future nodded, a bright smile plastered on his face, or at least the best one he could manage, given that several of his facial muscles on the right side of his face were severed by mechanical alteration. "Ah, grandiose, I'd say! If I was designed by a Frenchman, that is. I was designed by Japanese engineers, but I don't remember a lick of the language, besides... Konnichiwa." He said the last part in a dull impression of a samurai, done sarcastically. "But I was digressing for a second, let's get back on topic. You're free to explore around here! Take the elevator back up if you want to access the shops, or if you wanted to talk to the boss lady who brought you here... Her name is the Monarch. And I'm sure she'd love to speak with you! You've got 20 minutes to roam free, before I call you down to get you a head-start on your first mission."

If any of the heroes decided to take the flight back upstairs, there were several stores that they could toss their eCredits at, and several other booths were being worked on. The 'under construction' segments were painted over in orange, and several workers had ceramic plates, while others held signs and some were hammering away at wooden boards. A very large hallway, denoted as the 'Monarch's Hall' by some fine black print above the arch that led to it, contained only one room, with a currently partially open door. The form of the AI was somewhat exposed, her diamond shape grey and a speech bubble with some binary encased within it to show that she was occupied with something. All the while, some clearly robotic guards wandered around, with enhanced-grade heavy assault rifles in arms in case a threat emerged.

Besides that, the heroes were free to explore the ship at their own will at the moment!

Open stores:
Seasonal/Limited! Independence Store: Run by an old, augmented human fellow dressed as Uncle Sam, and referred to by staff as such, this shop, decked out in the red, white, and blue stars and stripes adorning the American flag specializes in sales of all items regarding the 4th of July. (Only open till July 10th)

Café Grande: A woman, face completely obscured by a half-cylindrical, electronic carbon fibre visor with an orange light showcasing her line of sight runs this shoppe. Its appearance consists of orange ribbons, cherry wood furniture, and brown paint. Sells coffee, tea, doughnuts, and other bakery classics.

StatTrak™, Ltd.: Run by a former robotic security guard with a Bulgarian accent to his artificial voice, this guy keeps track of all your stats, such as level, experience, and other niche things, such as total damage dealt.

Upgrades, Inc.: Run by a floating drone that kind of resembles a Mister Handy from Fallout, albeit without all the gadgets and just two humanoid arms that do a lot of typing, this store, sharing the layout with the Main Central save for some blue furniture, sells acquired upgrades for the heroes on-board. Currently, it seems to be out of stock.

Inventory: A free booth that anyone can enter, with many toolboxes laying around. When entered, a hero has access to anything within their personal inventory, and can swap out equipped gadgets and held items at their leisure. A quick note: Heroes can hold up to 3 acquired items at a time; this does not include personal gear, upgraded gear or what have you.

Bob's Military Armaments: Headed by a dude smoking a cigar, seeming like a slightly pudgy wannabe of Drill Sergeant Hartman from Full Metal Jacket, this shop, decked out in woodland camouflage, sells weapons of all varieties. Not just guns and grenades, either, but a large range: bows, staves, swords, and other more majestic weapons are not off the table for Bob. He does not, however, sell magical tomes or wands.

Magic and Mystical Things: A young, androgynous/feminine boy with this appearance; albeit much less seasonal in looks, and a quiet speaking voice, runs this shop, which has a pillowy, simplistic theme to it. He sells various articles of magic origin, including tomes, wands, and potions.

Pharmacy: A brown-haired woman, with a red nurse's coat and a Finnish voice, hosts this store. She has a Furret (a Pokémon) as a pet, and has several Ph.D's of her belonging on display; obviously, she's much older than she looks, but her physical age has been preserved through modern medicine, as she describes it. All she sells, really, is medical supplies, though they range in effect.

PRE 101: Preservation, Research, and Extraction. Hand an item, person, corpse of a dead enemy, or what have you to this booth, and they will work hard on inspecting it. Once it is ready, results will be posted on a Wikia database, and, if it is an item, it may hit shelves.

Historical Surplus: Some items that are preserved and duplicated by PRE 101 will be sold here, albeit at an inflated price.

GearBlade654 The Fabulous Emerald Ferociousfeind BlightGiver 2Bornot2B
(NOTE: 2B cannot participate in the first mission, due to joining after the first squad quota had been reached.)

 

[GearBlade654]

"Hoplomachus" Pixels MK II
WHIRRRRRR.
The three glowing "eyes" on the front of the head were previously pitch black. The BIT drone next to the machine rested on the floor, dormant with its two eyes closed.
Now, upon reactivation, the eyes slowly turned yellow, as well as the BIT's eyes opening and attempting to take to the air. Pixels himself attempted to rise, only to find there were restraints preventing him from moving. The HWP attempted to take off the restraints, but failed. The reason why the BIT couldn't take to the air was soon obvious-there was a restraint keeping the BIT grounded.
As XCOM's ground crew were contemplating their next course of action, the time came for all 5 heroes to retrieve their gear, and the restraints magically fell off.
Neither man nor machine were willing to question this sudden turn of events. All they knew was that it was time to leave the cell.
Pixels, with the password magically ingrained into its head, opened the cell door and walked out to retrieve it's gear, BIT hovering nearby.
Walking in the booth, Pixels picked up its Superheavy Mag Cannon, as well as various loadouts for its BIT drone, all in 4 color-coded cases. Rockets were stored in a red plastic crate as well as shredder slugs but blue, while flamethrower fuel was encased in a tungsten box spray painted green. Finally, the elerium batteries for the plasma beam were stored in a reinforced glass case (probably for easier inspection of the batteries) , with a yellow label on top.
Pixels, opening the red crate, picked out a rocket and proceeded to load it in the BIT's heavy weapon storage, which happened to be the cannon on top of the BIT.
Now that preparations were complete, ground crew reviewed locations that Pixels could head to. The crew settled on the Independence Store, as they were interested in what an Earth holiday was doing in a multiversal ship.

 

[The Fabulous Emerald]

Captain Falcon | Main Central

Douglas awoke with a start, sleeping on a bed with only grey clothes on - like he was a military prisoner or something. Was that what had happened? Had he been captured by someone, made a prisoner? He couldn't think who possibly by...but then he heard a voice overhead - wait, no, in his head. He listened with intrigue, before opening his door. The bounty hunter looked around, down the corridors before looking back to see his name and title above his door - whoever had captured him must've known him well...but, if that was the case, why wasn't he restrained? Why were there no guards?

Cautiously, with his hands ready to fight, he crept down the corridor almost suspecting an attack or an ambush...but there was nothing. This wasn't right. But, his queries were soon answered when he arrived at what seemed to be a main chamber or perhaps the bridge of a spaceport...well, that would make sense considering the last thing he could remember was entering a warp gate - but, this was no spaceport he knew of, and he had been pretty much everywhere in the universe. Perhaps it was a new one, though he felt like he would've been told. As Tetsuya spoke, though, his eyes - one of which was scarred from an accident some years prior - widened in confusion as he spoke. Multiversal apocalypse? He knew of the multiverse, of course - or, at least the theory of it - but he didn't believe it was real. It took a while, but finally the man said something coherent. The leader was called Monarch. So, that was how he needed to talk to next.

After donning his equipment - his blue combat suit and his iconic red helmet - he stepped out and turned to Tetsuya. "So, where is this 'Monarch'?"
AshuraaHunter​

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Marie awoke slowly, to the sound of some robotic voice in her head. Behind the robotic quality, it was youthful and accented lightly. She rolled out of her bed, letting herself fall onto the floor with a soft thud. She would've laid there for hours until she had slowly awoken, but she couldn't shake an urgent feeling. So instead of lazing about like any normal night owl, she pulled herself up from the floor, and took a look around.

The room was much more bland than she remembered. It also seemed futuristic in a way, and definitely not constructed of wood. This wasn't Calamari County, where she was supposed to be just last night. That was odd, where did this she go? Looking for answers, she walked up to the door of the room. Next to it was a keypad, which, for whatever reason, reminded her of a certain four-digit number. Without much thought, she punched the number into the keypad, and the door opened. Odd.

Groggily, she investigated the long hallway behind the door. Along the wall was a series of doors, all with holographic, cyan-colored names above them. She didn't recognize any of them, except for her own. Who were these people? The questions kept stacking up.

As Marie continued down the hall, she ran into a small gathering of people. There was a large robot and a somewhat smaller... police officer? The robot seemed Octarian in origin, which put Marie on edge, though the resemblance was remote at worst. If anything, it simply raised another question.

Marie stood, arms crossed, eyes skeptical, as the one-eyed man, "Future", explained what was going on. Instead of answering a single one of her burning questions, he instead seemed to brief the group, as if they were about to go on a mission. Not that Marie was complaining. Then he explained the local currency - eCredits. Apparently she was supposed to have some for buying things? Though based on the name, they probably rested on a plastic card somewhere.

She wanted to ask a few questions, but as soon as she tried, Future launched onto the next subject. A 30-foot drop? Marie's seen worse. She followed the man, dropping directly down, landing on there feet with barely a thud on the ground below. She took only a moment to recover before continuing on, smirking.

On the other side of a door Future graciously opened for the group. He instructed the group to enter the newly-discovered booths. Inside, she found all - or at least, most - of her familiar equipment. A Charger, a Splattershot, and am Ink Tank. The ranger essentials. And the Ink Tank was already filled to the brim with familiar green ink.

She stepped out of the booth looking armed to the teeth; large tank of ink on her back, next to a rifle with a long barrel and a scope, and in her hands rested a gun resembling a scaled-down P90 machinegun. "Alright, I'm ready. But I've still got a few questions..."

 

[BlightGiver]

Haydee's system's rebooted, bringing forth the data from all her reactivated senses; a well lit room, a bed made of soft material, discomfort from being on her stomach. not to mention that her arms and legs were tightly bound, bringing forward even more discomfort. That did not last for long as the restraints on her legs suddenly ceased their captivity, allowing Haydee to move her limbs now. Using her legs. Haydee got into a proper sitting position, slowing having to regain her balance from being down for so long. Looking around brought forth the obvious information that she was no longer outside of the facility she escaped. In fact, she was now inside a building again; her artificial fingers shaking as it was possible she somehow didn't truly escape the sadistic trials. Turning her head to the floor, she notices her feet were bare; her heels placed neatly near the bed. At the very least, there were some manners to this place, which Haydee didn't realize. Slipping the tall shoes back on, she stood up to be met with a disembodied voice sounding out loudly. Instead of audio coming from the building around, however, it spoke directly to her cranial circuits.

The buxom android had no idea the meaning of most of the words spoken, in fact, she had no idea what most of anything meant. However, the most important detail was able to be grasped; Haydee had to leave the room and go somewhere else. Her circuitry running algorithms and logical problems, Haydee tried to free her arms from their restraints, but found no success. All that she could do was take in observations of her new location. The room didn't offer much, except for a few new details. For one, her current gray outfit retaining some warmth against her body. After, inputting the password to leave the room, which wasn't known before arriving here, Haydee exits and just goes off in the direction she first sees.

Surprisingly, she meets up with a variety of unidentified characters, one openly directing the rest, include herself. Explaining who he was and where they were, quite a bit of this information was lost on the cyborg; particularly the concepts of currencies and multiversal apocalypses. Still, Haydee just stood by silently, waiting for her arm restraints to be released as well. This wasn't given until they were all reunited with whatever gear they had before being taken. For Haydee, this was her Magnum with some ammo, mines and a couple packages of the healing items she so reluctantly used when completing her testing areas. Her usual white outfit was there as well, which Haydee with her arms finally free quickly changed into, lazily discarding the gray pajamas on the floor of her booth. Readjusting the front of the top part, Haydee exited the booth, displaying how her outfit left most of her lower body exposed. Of course, this made her feel the cooler air of this place as well.

Haydee walked over to Tetsuya, trying to get his attention when another one of the group, in a red and blue outfit, put forth an inquiry as well. Haydee is unable to make any noise whatsoever for communication, so the man achieved greater success at getting Tetsuya to notice him. Stretching her arms down in frustration, Haydee stood back with her arms crossed until the man in red and blue leaves, or Tetsuya offers his assistance of his own accord.

AshuraaHunter The Fabulous Emerald

 

[AshuraaHunter]

Independence Store
Those who approached the star-spangled man would be greeted with a grumble, before he turned around to face his audience, tapping his cigar a little. "Meh... Happy 4th, even though now it's probably not. What can I get'cha?"
Firework Bombs - 800 eCredits each
A pin-operated grenade that takes 2 turns to explode. Jam-packed with fireworks, it damages everyone immensely in a huge radius. Max inventory stack: 6
Firework Ammunition - 500 eCredits for 3 charges
Usable by Pixels MkII for his arm cannon. Explosive charges that deal hefty blast damage and have a slight chance of causing burning or mindshock. Max inventory stack: 12
Freedom Cannon - 3,500 eCredits
Usable by the BIT drone. Fires one humongous firework every 4 turns with infinite ammo. Huge AoE damage, but has the potential to hit allies. Can cause burning or mindshock.
Noisemakers - 200 eCredits each
A little device that bursts into party noise and confetti upon use. Has a slim chance to distract enemies, or grant a Luck buff to a random teammate. Max inventory stack: 25
Freedom Cake - 4,000 eCredits each
A massive, tasty, red-white-and-blue drip pound cake. Restores 2/3rds of the consumer's maximum health, but applies a -3 speed debuff for 5 turns and takes 3 actions to consume. Max inventory stack: 3
Alternatively, if a sharp object is found and used on the cake, the cake can be split into 8 slices for quicker snacks that don't cause debuffs. Max inventory stack: 10
Canada Day Squares - 750 eCredits each
Brought by a Canadian on the wrong day, these vanilla cake squares adorned with a red frosting maple leaf take just 1 turn to consume, and regenerate a fixed amount of 10,000 EDR over 2 turns. Max inventory stack: 12

 

[GearBlade654]

Pixels Mk II
Needless to say, ground crew was surprised that a multiversal ship honored their traditions. Some theories were tossed about that the ship was of Terran origin, just some years into the future.
In all the planning and theorizing, some of the ground crew noticed a new readout on their monitors.
"E-CREDITS: 5000 LEFT"
After that readout, the list of buyable items was shown below the E-Credits reading.
What most interested the crew was that two of the items were of specific caliber for Pixels' gear.
"Alright, Hoplomachus. We have instructions for you."
A yellow pulsating microphone-shaped LED turned on many dashboards at that moment. Listening. Perfect.
"Get the Freedom Cannon. It's the perfect caliber for your BIT Drone, and get the Firework Ammunition while you're at it."
The microphone-shaped LED turned green. Affirmative.

AT THE STORE...
Pixels' orders were clear, as it turned to the shopkeeper.
"Greetings. I would like to requisition 3 clips of the Firework Ammunition and the Freedom Cannon for deployment."

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Marie frowned, it seemed her questions really weren't going to be answered. Instead, she decided she would check out the shops Future was talking about. She had $5000, or some analog, to burn on superfluous pleasures! She strides down the hall, back to the lifting platform. It, again, seemed Octarian in origin, which unsettled her.

She looked down the several stores, and a few particular ones caught her eye. The Octarian-looking robot had travelled here also, and turned immediately towards a rather colorful-looking store. She followed it, intrigued by shiny things just as much as the next inkling. Marie was immediately drawn to the modest cake squares bearing red leaves. Next to the container holding them was a small card, reading "Canada Day squares - 750 eCredits each". They were tantalizing.

She looked around, but nothing else was particularly intriguing. There was a giant cake, way too large for Marie to consider eating on her own, and a few tempting weapons, though she decided she would rather stick to non-consumables for the time being.

After waiting for the robot to finish its request, Marie spoke up, "I would like three of the Canada Day squares, please."