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Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands
Namorae hums softly. “Interesting. In my world they were called rat folk.” She says simply. “But if these ones are a threat to this place, then I will gladly aid you in defending the spirits here.” She hums. “Hopefully diplomacy will be an option. As much as I’m itching for a fight right about now, I don’t want unneeded death.”
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Farator: The Windmill, Darkened Skies
Farator takes a deep breath. “Yes. I feed solely on blood. And I don’t know how things work in your world, but in mine, undead are all immune to disease and poison, due to the parts they would affect no longer functioning.” He does not want to be giving this man a necromancy lesson right now, but it seems proper that teammates understand each other.
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Victor Zsasz
En-route to New Metropolis
Wild Space, Gladius-IV

Headhunter just nods as he looks at Victor which Victor just shrugs. The two shift their attention back to the Jawa and then to Harleen as they listened to their conversation. When Harleen makes a joke about the Jawa being able to fly a spaceship with a diaper; Headhunter laughs loudly while Victor smiled at Harleen.

"Damn! You got me there." Headhunter chuckles.

"You have a good sense of humor, Harleen." Victor said in a casual tone as he claps slowly.

When Harleen approached them and gives them an advice. Victor nods at her and the two takes a seat.

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Chris Walker
The Windmill
Darkened Skies, Gladius-III

Chris turns his attention to the Postal Dude when he finally speak, saying if he could join the hunt to find the main headquarters or the base of operations of the Killers.

"Well, I haven't seen you in action, postman. Sure." Chris replieds in a firm tone.

And then he shift his attention back to Micheal when he offered Chris a 'delightful picnic basket'.

"Delightful." Chris looks at Micheal for a moment.

"As long as it's delicious, old man." Chris said as he grunts.

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James Gordon
Outside GCPD, Metro-Gotham
New Metropolis, The Badlands, Gladius-IV

"LexCorp tower, alright." Jim never heard about LexCorp tower before but he has no choice but to trust this individual that this location is a safezone here in this place and gen the man said that he needs to get home or his husband will get worry. In the statement his husband will worry caused Jim to raise his eyebrows as he looks at the man.

"H-..husband?" And then the man walk off as he ignored Jim's question.

"Hey, wait!" He yelled at the man who walk further away from him and the alien.

He shift his attention towards to the alien as he looks up into him.

"Well, I'm heading to a safe zone that the man mentioned earlier. You can come with me if you want but if you do - be prepared in case things will go south." Jim said as he turns around to the face the city.

He began to walk deeper into the city to find the LexCorp tower. Anyhow, Jim is prepared to encounter such hostile actions just in case things go south for Jim and Vasu.

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Carl Johnson
Love of the Apocalypse, The Walkway
Tavern of Worlds, Gladius-II

"Aight Karen, my name's Carl Johnson, chu' can call me CJ." Carl said in a friendly tone.

When Karen asked if the paperwork is too much and do interview instead, CJ just said,

"Nah, its fine, I can do it." CJ winks at Karen despite her being different or non-human. As long as Karen is a woman, he'll respect her because she is a woman and that's what his momma' and his brother Sweet thought him. Even though CJ considers paperwork as hassle and boring, he already experienced doing a paperwork by signing a contract to a mechanical technician company especially at his garage shop at San Fierro that makes millions of dollars.

"So-... uhhh, wha' do I need to fill out then?" CJ said as he looks at Karen, waiting for her response.


Alfred Pennyworth
The Spa
Bliss, Gladius-II

After observing his surroundings, he sees women with pointed ears with gold-like skin talking to a jellyfish and for these humanoids who have weird features on their face makes Alfred even more confused. He shifts to the man who dressed like a waiter and a human at the first glance but when the man got closer to Alfred, his eyes and his smile looks empty which Alfred realized that it's an android.

"Yes, yes. I'm fine. It's just that — I woke up in a bloody pool when in fact I was in a fuckin' bed!" Alfred said in an annoying tone before he calm himself down, looking at the android.

"By the way, may I have the towel, please? I just need to-.. you know, clean myself up." Alfred smiled at the android, waiting for its response.
 
TORGO - GLADIUS I, CITADEL, THE PRESIDIUM

"Slow down just a minute, Rust Crew. No entities present consented to an internal scan and Torgo knows full well that you lot don't have a warrant for it."

Torgo didn't bother acknowledging the fatty, but shoved him into a nearby space trashcan just to be spiteful.

"Do you see what Torgo speaks of, (pending) Master. These damn squishies are always trying to keep the bicentennial man down. They say it's all for our own good, but any 'mech on the street will tell you that the Living Man's Burden is just another way to put hardworking assembly-liners out of gainful employment. Too smart for servitude, but not built for anything else- trinary dilemmas like that are why kids like T-1000 here gotta sling Ice to pay their maintenance, and then you act all surprised when they go Maverick. It's all scrap."

She folded her arms and turned her blank, soulless gaze to the nearest cop.

"But Torgo's not going to stand for this, you understand? Torgo is real and there's nothing you organic bigots can do to change that."

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"I heard something just below us. It doesn't mean we're being followed, but we need to stay on our toes." Jolie said. With her rifle in front of her, she led the way towards a staircase. The railing had been torn off, hanging down to the stairwell below while the banisters were covered in a blackened dust. The result of more fighting against the hunger, no doubt Jolie thought.

She heard clattering again, coming from two floors down and started to move towards it. Every step was taken with caution, as she expected the damaged stairs to give way. They were cracked in multiple places, and like the banisters covered in the blackened dust. Making her way to a door, she stood to it's left and turned to Marcus.
"It could be on the other side." She whispered
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Marcus Wright
New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) -
Near a certain unknown part of Arklym Asylum
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Marcus followed Jolie's steps down the rusty staircase, cautiously making sure he didn't tumble as well. As soon as they stepped on solid ground, Jolie pointed to a locked door where there were noises coming from it.

Who exactly or what exactly was inside that room?"

Marcus wasn't going to wait to find out.

"Jolie, can you hear who or what is inside with your vampire senses before I break down the door?"

The Mad Queen The Mad Queen
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Samus-007/Gladius I: The Presidium
[Interacting with: The Mad Queen The Mad Queen , Shining Wizard Shining Wizard ; Open to Interaction]​


Samus stood in place, now almost obstructed from view between the duo standing in front of her. She stepped out to the side of the two as calmly as possible. "As I said before, our intentions should have been specified beforehand. I'm sure your company as well as this entire station understands what is at risk here; we need a refitted light combat ship, and my AI seized at the chance to offer up the nesscessary funding to pay for it. This was a misunderstanding, plain and simple." Samus spoke up briskly, glancing to Alva, Oliver and the massive mechanoid labeled 'Torgo.' She turned her gaze back toward the armed security personnel. "Longer we stay here, the worse the situation gets for all of us."







Vasu 'Koromai/Gladius IV: The Badlands; New Metropolis;
[Interacting with: The Mad Queen The Mad Queen , Rysesaka Rysesaka ]​


Vasu outright ignored- or just didn't hear what the man said as he trailed beside James, growling softly. "They will stand no chance. I will see to their demise if the South goes somewhere." Vasu flexed his quadra-dactl digits as he reached for his Type-31 Needle Rifle, and drew it into his hands at the mention of what clearly amounted to a threat of trouble, and a Human expression he didn't quite understand.
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  • Black Star District, New Valky City, Samekujira Boulevard, Gladius III
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    Beneath the pulsing city lights, a vaguely serpentine alien watched the ads on a billboard as he waited for the crosswalk to change.

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    Rejoice. Takeshobo grants you filthy jerks what you've apparently been clamoring for: JK Meshi, now in theaters. Enjoy clipart shoving nigh-toxic snacks into its throat, you utter philistines. We'd have used stronger language, but the marketing heads won't let us.

    Evolt liked this planet. Because of the sheer variety of alien species here, he never even had to bother with a human disguise. He was able to walk about freely. Tapping his hand to the beat of a commercial for the latest version of Bakusou Bike The Arcade, he sipped a thermos of the famous Black Star Roast Coffee. Truly, that dark blend alone had made settling on this planet worth it. But still, he wandered the streets, as always in search of new materials for Fullbottles... or materials to remake the ones still blank. He was hoping for weapons or machines, since most of the wildlife on this planet was of the smaller urban pest variety. So far all he had was a good five out of the sixty he'd need to get back into full swing- and thanks to Sento and friends, even further beyond.

    "Ah well. Not like there's any rush." He muttered to himself.

    Shrugging, he kept walking along, taking in the sights. The neon lights and multi-story billboards for various products he didn't care too much about. The towering mirror-faced skyscrapers and the squat smaller stores that crowded in their shadows. The crime scene in that alleyway where an addict had killed a man over a Gaia Memory. A few deniable assets for the Big 10 out in mirrored shades and trenchcoats, and the more effective ones with the pink mohawks. They were always fun to watch, but Evolt didn't feel like harassing Shadowrunners today. No, he was looking for a more personal touch. Trying to take another sip of his coffee, he came up dry. He was in luck though- at the bus stop, there were a number of vending machines carrying various alien beverages and snacks. Sending some of his goo in, he forced the machine to give up a few cans of cold-brewed coffee. Soon enough, he'd have to head back to the apartment he was squatting in to rest, so he decided to take the shuttle back- it'd save him a good two and a half hours of walking, and he didn't feel like using black holes to teleport in a public place. He'd actually gotten a citation last time. And while he collected plenty of hush money from Old Man Nanba, it wasn't enough that he was willing to fight city hall on a Blood Tribe member's right to teleport.

    To this end, he sat down on a bench, taking one of his canned coffees out of his plastic bag. Shortly after, he noticed the depressed young man sitting next to him.

    "What's got you so down, kid?"

    The man looked over to the alien, sighing. "...The family business isn't doing so great."

    "Yeah, the corporate suits don't seem to take too well to mom and pop joints. You just gotta roll with the times."

    "No, I mean... We run a ramen shop. Someone broke in and stole the family's recipe book- it's almost a hundred years old."

    "Well now, that sucks. You call the cops yet?" Evolt casually sipped his coffee.

    "Yeah, but Zangyack, Tatewaki, and Smart Brain are still bidding for the security contract for the city. And I'm not sure the store'll last until the contract's settled."

    "And I'm guessing that you don't know much about those recipes, so your quality's suffering. Your family's store is gonna crash and burn, and you're willing to do just about anything to make sure your folks can keep their little slice of heaven open."

    "...Yeah."

    "Well, kid, you're in luck." Evolt said, holding up an empty plastic bottle covered in a spider web design and filled with a strange blue liquid. "Because I'm going to help you take that ramen of yours to a whole new level."
 

  • Giuseppe Fortunino Francesco Verdi: Diamond City, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

    Giuseppe smiled from ear to ear, while tossing the bag a little bit upwards, as 6O began to show her the proper directions. “Magnificent! Mag-ni-fi-cent!~” declared Verdi as she once again idly tossed the bag up in the air and…

    ...It was tossed just a bit too far. Staring with her mouth agape, Giuseppe lunged in the direction where the bag was going with her arms outstretched. And so in the, brief, horizontal glide Verdi proceeded to catch the bag of strange currency in her hands. Though in doing so, she did not pay much attention and landed into a trash heap. Emerging triumphantly, despite the fact that her attire and a fair amount of her skin got covered in remnants of muck, mire and general unwanted goods Verdi stood tall and proud with the bag of bottle-caps in her hands. “HA! Nothing can escape the grasp of Giuseppe Fortunino Francesco Verdi’s great bodies of work, whether music or not!"

    This was followed by Verdi quickly dashing behind Sibyl, as 6O said their name was earlier, to catch up and not lose the track. Idly plucking various wrappers which clung to her from this mishap, Verdi let out a chuckle.

    “Oh for a solo show yes, but alas...” Verdi swung her head back as she placed one of her hands against her temple, “...I lack others to form a new revolutionary tune.” Swinging her head back in place Verdi continued.

    “It’s not that I can’t do solo shows, but even talent such as me stesso...” With a flourish Verdi pointed towards herself, “...But even I need a group to follow and fill out the other aspects, such as distracting those vulturous paparazzi. Securing a timeslot for radio broadcasting, checking their sound-stage and making sure it functions, locking down local buildings for performances and checking for them. Then you got security – whether your own or building, but I already got that handled!” Giuseppe turned to smile at Ashe. "Most beneficial that I ran into you when I did! For that thing which we definitely don't need to discuss, but because it saved me much heart-ache looking for security!" Verdi shook her head as she remembered her original point in the discussion.

    “Ah yes, a concert is much work. It’s why you get an agent, so you don’t have to do it all yourself!”

    “After all even I could use beauty sleep now and again.” Verdi smirked as she did another flourishing gesture. And as they arrived at the station, 6O’s knock was followed by another knock done by Verdi.

    “But oh yes, I have much more work to do, much, much more before I can truly revolutionize the world again with my Musik!”


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Black Demon Sect Minions: Beneath Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​
The minion of the Bones of Creation hounded the party into the sewers, observing their actions and surroundings in equal measure. Well, as best as one may while being assaulted by a stench so foul. The mask did little to shield him from the scent of the sewage, and it took every ounce of willpower he had to not gag or hack up his lungs. The only thing worse than dying with a task unfulfilled is to meet an unworthy end. I must persevere, for the sake of the Master. Steeling himself, the minion went further into the depths, maintaining a particular focus on the apostate. His target's companions provided a few snippets of information, but little of value. The 'Thu'um' stood out, if only for its application in combating dragons. Otherwise, the foreigners provided next to nothing of value. A shame.

Given his tailing, it came of little surprise that he was also witness to the battle with the slavers, which seemed to be some manner of beastly humanoid or demon. They scattered and fell, largely at the hands of a shining warrior; he was evidently proficient in Qi manipulation. He was also an adherent to the sort of martial pacifism one would expect of a warrior monastic, yet his garb resembled no order native to Dong Li. A most curious individual. The minion made note of the man's, shall we say, distinct appearance, that he may inform the Master of a potentially worthy foe.

EMT? A shortened form of his temple's name, perhaps? Further investigation may be warr- No. I mustn't lose focus on the true goal: the traitor. One tree, no matter how radiant, is of little concern when placed next to a plant so corrupted and vile. Leave him to the lumberman.

With the battle concluded, the turncoat and his comrades began collecting the would-be slaves, prompting a most devious thought in the minion's mind. The circumstances could not be more perfect: the matter of the captives provided both a distraction and a means to isolate his target. In the darkness of the sewers, he could strike with the element of surprise, and perhaps even escape with his life intact. The deserter even had the 'courtesy' to isolate himself, making the matter all the easier. Drunk as he was on confidence and a desire to please the Bones of Creation, he could hardly be bothered to consider any potential flaws in the plan.

The minion moved to approach the Nameless One, quietly drawing his sword as he went. Once within both earshot and striking distance, the minion made his presence known.

"Permit that I be the third sign of the Master's return, apostate. He awaits yours, alive or dead."

With that combination of introduction and threat, the minion sprang from the shadows, aiming his blade for the turncoat's throat.

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Resistance Pilot Blair Williams
Gladius IV- South/Machine City
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"This is Blair! Bear, you read me?"

I'm going to try to drive off this Hunter-Killer away from the city, I'm going to need someone to cover my ass!

The Hunter-Killer still was in distance between Blair's A14 Tomcat as Blair sped up but tried to divert the HK from getting any farther.

"Damnit, Blair, Be careful!"

"Marcus will have my ass if you die.."

Blair yelled back "Psssht... Bear... I'll do what I can..."

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General John Connor
Gladius IV/Machine City
-Open for Interaction-
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Cue a man staring over a huge map of the Machine City with little figures describing where enemies are forming and where and when troops supplied can bust a way into the Skynet-Sentinel camp. Lately, more prisoners have been sent to the Skynet/Sentinal areas and troops had been missing. Connor held a comm to his mouth and sent a alert to Lux Luthor, the guy that supported him in the long run.

"Mr. Luthor, Long time. This is Connor, I have a request. "

The Mad Queen The Mad Queen​
 

  • --Kazumi Sawatari || Gentoku Himuro || Aka-Ao-Kiba--
    The Mad Queen The Mad Queen

    "I wager this Great Hunger fella is on a whole other level than the one we fought." Kazumi theorized, "From what we've been heairng, this guy doesn't have a humanoid form to fight against. The only we weakness we exposed from Evolt is from the Rider System he used."

    "It's highly unlikely for them to have similar features. After all, their methodology is different." Gentoku rubbed his chin. "The one we took on, Evolt, does things by entering a planet's civilization then using the Pandora's Box to bring about a black hole while The Great Hunger is just a multidimensional black hole in general. It'll be hard to tell if it really had a weakness..."
 
Traitor to the Black Demon Sect: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​

“I would rather not!” howled out the heterodox, and former member, of the Black Demon Sect as he drew his blade upwards to parry the strike. With his mind racing, the quivering presence in his eyes, the Mook had made the first move.
The second move was Fat Shang twirling his own blade further to the side and swinging it to strike the loyalist of the order. However mid-swing the traitor was struck by a most dreadful thought. This was an err!

Wait the pact! Striking true with my blade would seal my own fate! Not only my fate but the fate of the others! These thoughts raced through the mook’s mind as his blade went towards the minion. The Nameless Mook stopped his swing, and retreated slightly, upon realizing this mistake.

Preparing himself, the Impostor Shang kept his sword up for defense. However he could not engage on the offensive with it, lest he penetrated the loyalist’s flesh. The chain reaction resulting from the blood spilt could not happen! How can I face him with my blade when he has made that accursed pact!?! Drawing even the slightest drops will damn us! What can I do? ...What would he do? Thoughts barraged the mind of the nameless apostate as he stared down the minion.

Well he tried to anyway, it was obvious that the nameless one was sweating arrows. “I will not allow you to succeed! I cannot! My path is not that of the Black Demon Sect, and not under the hands of the B-bones of Cr-cre-eation!”

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Resistance Pilot Blair Williams
Gladius IV- South/Machine City
-Open for Interaction-
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"This is Pilot Blair Williams, I appeared to have diverted the Hunter-Killer's a-"

Blair appeared to stop talking as she stared at the stranger in the air around the HK. As soon as the stranger was somehow flying around the HK, Around the area, a few Sentinels who looked like strange jellyfish-like creatures with many eyes.


"SHIT!"

"I knew this would happ- FUCK!"

She began to pepper the HK's rotating engines as it began to light up and the device fell. But after that, the Sentinents heard the noise and chaos from below and began to follow Blair's plane and Sing who was in the sky.

Blair didn't know much about the Sentinels so far but according to recent reports, they've been popping up recently using any humans as experiments and energy for the AI source for the growing Skynet.

She could only hope Sing and Ryuga knew how to handle a Sentinet before it would use them as an energy source like many others or made to burn bodies in Skynet's work camps.

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King: Mos Eisley, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)

King nodded to Ilka, seemingly satisfied for the moment, and carefully tucked away his picture of Artemis as she left the building. "Remember boys and girls, if you know what you're doing you don't need anything more than the weapons you were born with", he added to that particular bit of conversation between his coworkers, putting his hands up to his face and slowly flexing the fingers into tight fists. A playful little gesture, until you remembered the guy that was going to need some emergency medical treatment courtesy of those dukes. And speaking of: "It's Fistic Majesty, buddy. Yeah, I'm His Fistic Majesty, King of fuckall but throwing hands, which means me and my Kingdom are pretty damn safe so you worry about your girl instead".

With big, bright smile, The Turk playfully rapped his knuckles on Ser Richard's armor as he made gestures towards the door and to the task at hand. "Barkeep'll be fine, I won him a big punchy robot one time". As if on cue, the owner of the cantina popped out from the back wheeling a sort of vertical gurney to which a beefy machine was strapped. All bright colors and round shapes, with flexible tube-like limbs, the automaton posessed an undeniable child-like air even without taking into account the facsimile of a smile decorating its dome. "Yeah, that one. Meet Smiley. Used to be a heavyweight champ of some sort, but he listens to whoever's got his remote control. He needs some work done, he's not easy to manage and I'm just plain better, but he does the job just fine".

Waving a "see you later" to Barkeep and picking up the extraction beacon left on the table, King urged the other mercenaries along, stopping only to quietly listen to Enforcer's concerns this time around. He figured there was a myriad ways that could go. Maybe they had the upfront pay for a certain number of people and would turn down the rest, maybe they just had excess funds and would split them as needed if the situation really was that urgent, but paying upfront to people that were about to head into the slaughter seemed like a ridiculous inconvenience. For everyone involved. Unless they were to make a prior stop for preparations, and actually use that money, there was no reason to stop being paranoid now. Even if they could take whatever came at em.

Nodding at Chambers without making a sound, he casually sauntered outside and took a long, wide look, as though he were simply enjoying the sun and a breath of fresh air. Still holding his coat in hand, he took a moment to don his hat, fished out a new cigar and calmly put his back to the wall of the cantina as he had done many times before while watching the door. Just one more smoke break before leaving, gathering his thoughts, nothing strange for the mercenary right? And as he took the first couple puffs, he stood in perfect position to watch The Dark Enforcer's back while he went about his business.

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Steve Rodgers: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​
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Steve glared as Ulfri displayed more strange powers, summoning a spectral being with one eye. His eyes turned to the Nameless One.
"Our first focus should be getting the civilians out of here."
He couldn't be sure of the conditions the aliens were keeping their captives in, but he wasn't about to take any chances. He didn't want to run after them, only to turn around and find that any of the captured civilians had been killed from their wounds.

He helped a child to her feet, a Dragonborn who's eyes and scales reminded him of the woman they'd found on the streets above. Although she scampered back, Rodgers reached a hand towards her.
"It's okay." He said, softly "We're here to get you back to your mother."
After a few moments, she took his hand and Steve got a look at her injuries. Some bruising on her hands and knees, but there was nothing severe that Steve could tell. He knew that internally, things could be very different.

"Can you walk?" He asked, getting a nod in response "Good."
He looked to the other captives in the sewer "Everybody listen up! I need everybody who can climb to head for the ladder, carry somebody who's wounded if you can and head for either a guard or the medical station. We'll cover your backs in case any of these things try to follow!"

A few of the civilians started to move back through the tunnel, eyeing their unlikely saviours as they passed them by.

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Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​
Genjuro was about to accept Steve's handshake when he saw the ghost begin to take a swing at the orc. In a flash, he leaped forward, taking the hit intended for the unarmed orc and steeling his stance as he glared at the bizarre viking woman. Sparks shot from his chest along the axe's path as he regained his footing.

"They're already beaten! Hurting them anymore wouldn't be right."

The orc was obviously confused by this act. He looked at the man before him, standing between the bandit and certain death. The man turned to look out of what... the orc assumed was the corner of his eye. It's hard to tell through that helmet.

"Don't think I'm letting you off. If I ever hear of you, or any one of your friends, doing something like this again? I'll find you. I'll hunt you down, to the end of the universe, and..."

The man jerked his head to the pile of orcs that were left groaning on the floor.

"...I will politely request a rematch."

"Err... discretion IS the better part of valor." The orc replied, taking off at a dead sprint, along with the few remaining orcs that were still standing.

With that, Gogyou returned his attention to the group, exhaling. It seemed his armor came and went with some sort of breathing technique. For now, he settled for retrieving his jacket from the elf woman from earlier and giving a goofy grin to the group.

"...Sorry about that. Anyway, my name's Gen! Genjuro Nishiyama. And I'm an EMT."
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Ulfi blinks for a moment, but eventually lowers her weapon. She walks towards the man "My name is Ulfi Blackthorn. I wish we could meet in different circumstances."
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Nameless Mook: Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​
The Nameless Mook watched intently, after helping Steve set up some of the former prisoners on their way to safety, as Gogyou took the blow from the...

...No such a thing cannot be! Is that a spirit denied its proper rest? A corpse that was made to serve? No, it cannot be! The waste must be tormenting my mind, yet my body was able to fight the beasts so it must be.

The Nameless Mook appeared visibly disturbed by the actions taken by Ulfi, as the foul practice of necromancy was used. He instinctively went back to drawing his sword as he leaped back and fled away from the group. Sweating profusely, as his body began trembling he began trudging through the fetid waters as quick as he possibly could. However despite this cowardly nature that refused to die just yet, he checked briefly to secure that at least the formerly imprisoned were still able to make their escape. It was now more important than ever, especially if there was a necromancer present, to make sure that those prisoners got to safety.

“First that dreadful sound that calls the skeletal birds...” mumbled out the nameless mook as he recounted events that occurred earlier, “...And now techniques deriving from him, Bones of Creation’s most sinful and -”

The Impostor Fat Shang vigorously shook his head, while placing his right hand over his mouth in contemplation, checking to make sure he was in a fairly safe place to think. He just needed enough space away from that practitioner of foul arts yet also having the capability to remain within range to continue to make sure the prisoners could escape with their lives. With that in mind he positioned himself near the civilians away from the others.
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Black Demon Sect Minions: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​
The minion of the Bones of Creation hounded the party into the sewers, observing their actions and surroundings in equal measure. Well, as best as one may while being assaulted by a stench so foul. The mask did little to shield him from the scent of the sewage, and it took every ounce of willpower he had to not gag or hack up his lungs. The only thing worse than dying with a task unfulfilled is to meet an unworthy end. I must persevere, for the sake of the Master. Steeling himself, the minion went further into the depths, maintaining a particular focus on the apostate. His target's companions provided a few snippets of information, but little of value. The 'Thu'um' stood out, if only for its application in combating dragons. Otherwise, the foreigners provided next to nothing of value. A shame.

Given his tailing, it came of little surprise that he was also witness to the battle with the slavers, which seemed to be some manner of beastly humanoid or demon. They scattered and fell, largely at the hands of a shining warrior; he was evidently proficient in Qi manipulation. He was also an adherent to the sort of martial pacifism one would expect of a warrior monastic, yet his garb resembled no order native to Dong Li. A most curious individual. The minion made note of the man's, shall we say, distinct appearance, that he may inform the Master of a potentially worthy foe.

EMT? A shortened form of his temple's name, perhaps? Further investigation may be warr- No. I mustn't lose focus on the true goal: the traitor. One tree, no matter how radiant, is of little concern when placed next to a plant so corrupted and vile. Leave him to the lumberman.

With the battle concluded, the turncoat and his comrades began collecting the would-be slaves, prompting a most devious thought in the minion's mind. The circumstances could not be more perfect: the matter of the captives provided both a distraction and a means to isolate his target. In the darkness of the sewers, he could strike with the element of surprise, and perhaps even escape with his life intact. The deserter even had the 'courtesy' to isolate himself, making the matter all the easier. Drunk as he was on confidence and a desire to please the Bones of Creation, he could hardly be bothered to consider any potential flaws in the plan.

The minion moved to approach the Nameless One, quietly drawing his sword as he went. Once within both earshot and striking distance, the minion made his presence known.

"Permit that I be the third sign of the Master's return, apostate. He awaits yours, alive or dead."

With that combination of introduction and threat, the minion sprang from the shadows, aiming his blade for the turncoat's throat.

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Traitor to the Black Demon Sect: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​

“I would rather not!” howled out the heterodox, and former member, of the Black Demon Sect as he drew his blade upwards to parry the strike. With his mind racing, the quivering presence in his eyes, the Mook had made the first move.
The second move was Fat Shang twirling his own blade further to the side and swinging it to strike the loyalist of the order. However mid-swing the traitor was struck by a most dreadful thought. This was an err!

Wait the pact! Striking true with my blade would seal my own fate! Not only my fate but the fate of the others! These thoughts raced through the mook’s mind as his blade went towards the minion. The Nameless Mook stopped his swing, and retreated slightly, upon realizing this mistake.

Preparing himself, the Impostor Shang kept his sword up for defense. However he could not engage on the offensive with it, lest he penetrated the loyalist’s flesh. The chain reaction resulting from the blood spilt could not happen! How can I face him with my blade when he has made that accursed pact!?! Drawing even the slightest drops will damn us! What can I do? ...What would he do? Thoughts barraged the mind of the nameless apostate as he stared down the minion.

Well he tried to anyway, it was obvious that the nameless one was sweating arrows. “I will not allow you to succeed! I cannot! My path is not that of the Black Demon Sect, and not under the hands of the B-bones of Cr-cre-eation!”

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Ulfi looked up at the commotion, noticing another stranger. This one was hostile towards one of her allies. She switched from her sword to her bow. She took an arrow and readied to. Aiming the bow at the minion. She notices however that the Nameless Mook hesitated to fire. "What's holding you up?" She asked as she keeps the arrow ready to fire.
 
Karla: Mos Eisley, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​
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As the Dark Enforcer chucked the bottle over his shoulder, it struck a Salarian on the back of the head. He spun around, as if about to start a fight but took one look at the cyborg and decided that it wasn't worth it. Instead, he headed for the bathroom to clean himself up.

"You're the King of your hands?" Ser Richard asked
Yeah, buddy..." Karla patted the Paladin on the back, wearing a grin "That's it."
"Oh." Ser Richard nodded "I'd best follow the bald one to the craft."

The Knight stood up to leave, paying no notice to the Salarian with glass in his head. Whether this was out of a lack of care or simply Ser Richard's own ignorance was something perhaps unknown to the patrons. All but one, at least.
"I want one." Karla stared at the boxing robot "But, I gotta get some other stuff first."
"What would you even do with a construct like that?" Gunther asked
"Hell if I know. I'd find something."
"Or you'd forget about it after a week."
"Yeah but I'd have fun for the week, I guess."

Karla stood to her feet and followed the others outside. Just as Ilka had said, the craft was hard to miss. Even Ser Richard noticed it.
Sitting in front of the cantina was a large craft, held in place by landing gear in the shape of four metallic legs. It resembled a sleek B2 Stealth bomber in terms of shape and colour, but there were a few distinct differences. It was larger, about the size of a private commercial jet.
"Did she get a permit for this?" Ser Richard asked
"That's your question? I'm with baldie. This is...Salmon-y. How do we know the damn thing's not booby trapped?"

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Jolie Baptiste: New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​
Jolie closed her eyes, listening closer to the door.
"There's definitely someone on the other side. I can hear a heartbeat." Jolie whispered "Just be careful. They could be laying low. We don't have to hurt them unless they're going to hurt us."
Taking a step away from the door she nodded at Marcus "Go ahead. I'll cover you."

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Venkman: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​
"I've heard about rat-folk too. I think a few thing separate them from these Skaven."
He shrugged "Then again, my sources on them are probably a pile of bollocks given that it's based on them being fictional. For all I know, they could be quite charming and looking at this place in terms of building a summer home. Not sure how the giant would feel about that, but..."

He let out a heavy sigh
"We'd best get going, then."

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Harley Quinn: En-Route to New Metropolis (Gladius-IV)
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"Thanks, guys." Harley grinned "You know, I think this roadtrip is gonna be..."
The ship took off, throwing Harley back slightly
"Ah!" She cried, just about managing to steady herself and clutch onto the chair. The hyenas didn't fair much better, with Bud and Lou skidding along the floor before Harley caught them both, using her legs to stop them in place.
"A bit a warnin' would 'a been nice!" She shouted at the Jawa
"Sorry, I was taught how to fly before I was taught manners!" The Jawa chuckled. Harley just stared daggers at him.

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Peter W: The Windmill, Darkened Skies (Gladius-III) ​
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One of the children handed Chris a wooden picnic basket, looking like something straight out of a postcard that contained a mixture of goods, some cooked and kept warm in containers while others were cold. Sandwiches, sausages, three different kinds of soup and plenty of plumps covered the interior among other things.
Getting a whiff of the insides, Peter smiled.

He looked to the Vampire "That's a shame." He shook his head "I sold jars of good quality honey. Give me some bees and I'll be set, I think."
"Well, you're welcome to stay. I hope you find your wife."
"Me too, Mr Rosen. Me too." He nodded.

With his clammy hands he shook with Michael
"Let's go, X-Force." He proclaimed

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Douglas Ken: Seoul-Don, Tellestia: The Asylum (Gladius-I)​
Chuck didn't appear to be aware of his daughter's condition. Perhaps he was insane, driven mad by the Great Hunger's devastation, or something else. Talks of zombies, monsters and outbreaks spewed from his lips. Had his universe been struck with some kind of virus before the hunger arrived? It would have been easier to conquer that way.

He was looking for something too, and it seemed like he'd kill anyone that got in his way to get it.
"No storefronts here, mate. A few shops, but no looters. They cleared out a while ago."
The Trap Street had a few stalls, open for the night but the majority of shops were closed and would be till the morning.

"I don't know much about Zombrex, but I can ask a friend of mine if that helps."

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Alva Bòideach: The Citadel Presidium (Gladius-I)​
Oliver glared at the maid while he dusted himself off, shaking his head and muttering a curse word or two under his breath
"I get it, you're angry at the way these coppers act but I've got nothing to do with them. I just got here."

Alva looked to Torgo, a sad look in her eyes. The way Torgo spoke about the oppression reminded her all to much of how Bump treated some of their inmates. One hundred percent expendable, and without any respect or care. A part of her wanted to reach out to the officers, to fight them but she couldn't afford to start a war. There was no way of knowing what they had in their arsenal, and even if she managed to make a dent there was a chance of somebody getting killed.
"Why?" She asked Torgo "Why search for a master when you are capable of making your own decisions, of free thought? For Christ sake's, you're more independent than some organics I've met."
She took a few steps towards the Maid "You don't need me. You are your own master."
"I've not met a lot of robots, sorry...Automated Americans with this amount of sass." Oliver added "And that's saying something."

The younger of the C-Sec officers looked to the Turian
"What do we do, sir?"
"Let them go." The Turian sighed. He glared at Samus "Find a way off this station. If I see you again, I will have you arrested. Are we clear?"

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Steve Rodgers: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​
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Steve raised an eyebrow as the man introduced himself as an EMT.
"Well, like I said. Glad you're on our side. Is that armour some kind of nanobot tech?"

It reminded him of the Bleeding Edge armour Tony had used in New York, at least according to the news reports and what Bruce had told him. He wondered where they were now. Were they even alive? He was helping out where he could in Brymor, but he still had to get back home as soon as possible. Thanos was on Earth, doing Lord know's what to the planet.

Suddenly, the Nameless One was under attack. Steve yelled for him to look out as the figure moved towards him, a blade aimed for the throat that he blocked with relative ease. With the mook defeated, Rodgers looked to the surrounding sewer.

"Everybody. Eyes up. I don't think we've seen the last of those things."
He stepped to the front, creating distance between the darkness of the sewer and the escaping civilians. Ulfri, the Nameless one and Genjuro

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Markiplier: Rush Valley, Xing Empire, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​
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As Minako walked down the streets, they started to be re-filled with the hustle and bustle of the city. People walked slightly quicker than usual though, anxious to get home given recent events. Almost everyone seemed on edge, but one man stood out.
Behind a cart a merchant pushed his product.
"Fresh cabbages!" He cried "Come and get your cabbages!"
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Further away from the occupied streets, Mark kept up the pace. Chica was starting to lag behind for the dog had stopped to sniff the air while he pressed onwards, glancing over his shoulder to make sure his loyal companion was still behind him. Glancing upwards, Mark stopped in his tracks as he noticed a figure on the building above him, skidding to a halt and kicking up the dust from the city streets.

A figure in a green cloak stared down at him but with a hood obscuring their face Mark could only see a twisted smile.

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Jolie closed her eyes, listening closer to the door.
"There's definitely someone on the other side. I can hear a heartbeat." Jolie whispered "Just be careful. They could be laying low. We don't have to hurt them unless they're going to hurt us."
Taking a step away from the door she nodded at Marcus "Go ahead. I'll cover you."

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Marcus Wright
New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) -
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Marcus nodded at Jolie as he turned to the door and punched right through it, ripping the door off its hinges. The half terminator was careful to make sure the person inside didn't attack him or Jolie because if they did, he'd take the brunt.
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--Kazumi Sawatari || Gentoku Himuro || Aka-Ao-Kiba--
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"I wager this Great Hunger fella is on a whole other level than the one we fought." Kazumi theorized, "From what we've been heairng, this guy doesn't have a humanoid form to fight against. The only we weakness we exposed from Evolt is from the Rider System he used."

"It's highly unlikely for them to have similar features. After all, their methodology is different." Gentoku rubbed his chin. "The one we took on, Evolt, does things by entering a planet's civilization then using the Pandora's Box to bring about a black hole while The Great Hunger is just a multidimensional black hole in general. It'll be hard to tell if it really had a weakness..."
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"We've seen The Hunger take on numerous forms, based on the worlds it's invaded. Sure, the black hole-like form is normally the first thing to show up but it has footsoldiers when it invades."
He pocketed the sunglasses "Perhaps it has a humanoid form, one that can be destroyed? A sort of controller, if you will. It's a theory a few of us have, that this so-called Great Hunger has a hive-mind or sorts."

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General John Connor
Gladius IV/Machine City
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Cue a man staring over a huge map of the Machine City with little figures describing where enemies are forming and where and when troops supplied can bust a way into the Skynet-Sentinel camp. Lately, more prisoners have been sent to the Skynet/Sentinal areas and troops had been missing. Connor held a comm to his mouth and sent a alert to Lux Luthor, the guy that supported him in the long run.

"Mr. Luthor, Long time. This is Connor, I have a request. "

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In an office overlooking the city of New Metropolis, Lex Luthor stood at the window, his hands in his pockets of a grey suit.
"Mr Luthor. It's John Connor."
"Thank you, Mercy. Put him through."

The top of Luthor's desk opened, revealing a speaker.
"Line secured." A computerised voice spoke
"Connor." Luthor said "What can I do for you?"

The Sole Survivor: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) ​
Piper moved towards the door, opening it while keeping a pistol behind her back. Harry stood on the other side.
"Blue? Long time no see, what can I do for you?"
"Not much unless you've got some spare caps." He grinned "I'm here to speak to her." He pointed at The Shaper
"The outworlder, why?"

"A situation has come up and I think I could use your help. If you're up for it, of course."
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The door to the radio station opened and a weasel-like man poked his head out.
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"Can I help you?" Travis asked "Radio's playing some smooth tunes so I've got a few minutes." He smiled

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Jolie Baptiste: New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​
As Marcus kicked the door away, a yelp could be heard on the other side as a man with spectacles and a torn labcoat jumped back on the other side.
"P-please don't hurt me." He stammered, raising his hands to guard his face.
"Who are you?" Jolie asked
"My name is Johnathan. What are you doing here?"

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Samus-007/Gladius I: The Presidium
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"Crystal." Samus deadpanned, before meandering her way past the trio and right up to the Quarian. "I apologize about that. If I have to go to a Shipyard I can work with that as well." She was almost tempted to verbally spit her own threat back to the birdlike alien, but held her tongue and kept her visor aimed at the Quarian behind the desk.
 
Solution: Diamond City, Badlands, Gladius-IV

When the Sole Survivor entered, a plan immediately sprung up in Solution's head. Of course! A trip to the East would be made easier with the assistance of a local guide-- which this thug would presumably be able to provide! And since he was trying to recruit the Printing Press Master for some insipid mission, simply availing herself to his service would put him in debt to her! Solution proudly but gently barged into Piper and The Sole Survivor's conversation.

"Ah, yes!" Solution said, putting on a diplomatic tone. "There's no need to worry your..." Solution motioned to Piper, "Construct-Handler with matters of utmost danger. Hers is a truly important role to play in this blighted city. No, you would do far better to have me do it!"

At Solution's silent insistence, Simon tapped her stinger implicatively against the side of the shack. "My entourage fights with three times the strength of an equivalent number of men, and needs no special provisions. I am a negotiator, fighter, doctor, strategist, camp follower, cleric, scholar, and sapper. You will find no better..." Solution winced, "mercenary than me. Negotiation may begin when I receive more information about this situation, but for now I am yours. What needs doing?"

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The Dark Enforcer: Outside Perimeter of Mos Eisley, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

As The Dark Enforcer first noticed the craft he began chuckling. Taking his right hand he placed it against the side of his head as he shook it, "Why not just get a UFO at this point?" Surely the aerodynamics of a stealth plane configuration enhanced to the size of jet used for touting the rich and famous was not sound. However, this was beyond Steel Chamber's breadth of knowledge. Stan did not impart a knowledge of aviation when helping guide The Dark Enforcer as the Dark Herald. However due to myriad of experience dealing with shady situations all of his life he did have a keen insight into what things to generally expect for when a double-cross was bound to happen.

Generally a bomb was supposed to be rather stealthily hidden. For car-bombs, for example, many would be well hidden on the underside of the carriage. Some would be rigged to pressure, but most famously and as depicted in media it would be rigged to the ignition system. This meant that as soon as the unwary passenger was trying to go on his morning commute there would be a dramatic explosion. This was done to make sure the victim was unaware of the assassination attempt going on against them. Generally that is how assassination attempts were supposed to be done; they needed to be discrete and quick.

This, was not that. The Dark Enforcer stared with his mouth agape, allowing his shades to lower as he witnessed what was attached to the makeshift vehicle.

Ford. Pintos.

All across the underbelly of the vehicle there was essentially a parking lot of nearly identical, grey painted, Ford Pintos. The humble Ford Pinto was struck with a notorious media scandal due to its fuel tank design having an unfortunate flaw, that being it was quite easy to catch on fire. And that was by itself with no other factors.

These Ford Pintos on the other hand, were stuffed to the brim with large bundles of dynamite, wires from various brown packages with blinking lights, and even a few black spherical balls ala the classic design. The Dark Enforcer couldn't help but to stare in awe of this sight. Someone, was so bold in their plot for assassination they didn't even bother to try hiding it. Plus, they had a sense of villainous taste.

The Dark Enforcer returned his shades up to covering his eyes as he began slow clapping. "Man, Yosemite Sam has done some good work! He must've been steaming hotter than a clam bake ever since I took that mine from him!" The Dark Enforcer looked back to his co-workers and whistled towards them.

"You might possibly want to get out of dodge, cause I need to engage in some controlled demolitions!" With this singular line of professional courtesy, The Dark Enforcer began going back several paces as he opened up the barrel function of his index finger and took aim at one of the Ford Pintos. The finger began pulsating with a bright red light, indicating that The Dark Enforcer felt with going with a nice laser shot as opposed to the play of bullets. As soon as The Dark Enforcer noted at which Pinto he sought to set off the chain reaction with, he blasted the bolt with quick precision.

And so with in a display of cinematic effects that would make Michael Bay proud, the plane was destroyed in a grand display of destructive, smoldering flames and energy. The Dark Enforcer smirked as he walked away from the explosion with a slow saunter. He glanced towards his peers and made a remark.

"These tests are getting real old." disdainfully mused The Dark Enforcer as he spoke again, "And I don't know about you, but I, I have some new business to take care of. YOSEMITE SAM is going to get what is coming to him..."

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  • As the Black Demon Sect swordsman made a follow-up slash at the apostate's thraot, the imposter Shang would feel something on his shoulder and back as he bent under the blow. Genjuro continued pulling the portly man out of the way of the villain's attacks as they came. He inhaled deeply again as the belt reappeared and began spinning, and once again the strange music filled the room. He shoved the nameless one behind him...

    "I'm warning you- You only get one chance to lay down your sword and leave unharmed!"

    WISDOM! PATIENCE! FLOWING! GENBU!

    ...as a geyser erupted from the ground beneath him, leaving the ceiling wet in a distinct "☵" pattern. A distinct flash appeared from within the geyser as Gen reached out, the armor's aesthetics now more closely resembling a great tortoise than a soaring phoenix. The water stopped, and he spun a thick wooden staff around, slamming it into the ground.

    "Blows crashing like the waves! Patience vast as the ocean! Kamen Rider Gogyou!"

 

  • Giuseppe Fortunino Francesco Verdi: Diamond City, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

    Giuseppe peered at the weaselly, dirty looking disc-jockey that operated out of the trailer. Was this, a singular trailer all that stood for radio station? The Rock and Roll Revolutionary blinked for a moment, with her mouth agape as she took in the scene. Her eyes glanced at every dent, every spec of dust, and the rust that was present on the externals of this building. Looking back towards Ashe, Model A, and 6O, Verdi took a moment to examine what their thoughts on the situation might be.

    However this was quickly followed by Giuseppe spinning on her very heels, with her arms extended, one of which held onto the bag of caps, out to the side laughing. “WONDERFUL! WONDERFUL! The ‘Pirate Radio Station’! Eeeeeee! An elegant and delightfully revolutionary and masterful way of getting to the masses! Generating their own air-waves to leech on the usually quite bland and dull legally licensed towers to send a signal to the masses! Truly revolutionary! I can feel the energy of revolters!"

    Beaming with energy and anticipating Verdi could not but help to jump, kicking her feet back behind her, and strum a little bit of the air. It was exciting yes, but not exciting enough to just bust out Risorgimento at this time. However there was business to attend to.

    Verdi leaned in and glanced towards Travis, “I am Giuseppe Fortunino Francesco Verdi, the Rock and Roll Revolutionary.” Thumbing towards Ashe and Model A, Verdi continued, “That’s security!” She then turned towards Sibyl and began tapping at her temple, “And that’s Sibyl she’s uh...”

    Verdi glanced towards Ashe, “Any suggestions for her role? Should I take her on as an agent? Or do I just classify her as a groupie for now?” Shaking her head Verdi snapped her fingers several times before pointing at Travis.

    “I heard that you are the individual to talk to regarding musical bookings. I am looking to set up a concert here – if you happen to have recording equipment I can also produce some things for your broadcasts! But the first concern is setting up a concert!”

    Jangling the bag of bottle-caps Verdi smirked, “The Building Manager gave me this to cover for any costs.”


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Black Demon Sect Minions: Beneath Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​
The fattened quisling, much to the minion's surprise, successfully parried his strike. It seemed the man had at least managed to internalize the mechanics, if not the philosophy of the Master. A shame such effort had been wasted on a living half-measure. As he moved to defend himself, the minion was briefly caught off guard as the apostate suddenly halted in his counter-attack. Almost as if he- Whatever the case, it mattered little. Being aware that one is at a disadvantage does not serve to eliminate it, just as one's mere knowledge of a chasm is an insufficient means of travel.

Before he could continue the assault, however, the radiant swordsman interrupted in a fittingly heroic manner. He would expect a monastic to understand the sanctity of violent, self-perpetuating vendettas such as this. What's more, he had the gall to demand his surrender; such impudence!

"The Black Demon Sect knows neither mercy nor surrender. A hand willingly emptied is fit only to grasp death."

While the man's transformative technique was certainly impressive and warranting of even further investigation, the minion kept in mind that he would likely not survive the encounter. Any time spent on comprehending his use of the Four Symbols would be wasted. It was in the minion's and the Sect's best interest to focus on the traitor.

"Even placing that aside, oh tree that catches the sun," the minion stated in a bizarre mixture of praise and dismissal, all while bracing his legs in preparation, "you are not my opponent!"

The minion suddenly leapt backwards, proceeding to firmly and gravity-defyingly plant his feet on the nearest sewer wall. With this newly acquired freedom of movement, he swiftly repositioned behind his would-be meddler, thus regaining an open line to his target. With his opponent's hesitation in mind, the minion decided to forgo cautious, precise strikes; a more aggressive approach was needed. Leaping forth once more into the fray, he resumed the offensive with a flurry of slashes aimed at the traitor's midsection.

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