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[Shining Wizard]

TORGO - GLADIUS I, CITADEL, THE PRESIDIUM

"Yes, that is right. Run, cowards, run. Torgo hungers for legal recompense."

Torgo shook her fist at the retreating C-Sec officers as the (pending) Master failed to comprehend... Anything about the situation at hand. Turning on her heel and placing a hand on the (pending) Master's chest, Torgo shook her head in an attempt to communicate disappointment.

"Torgo was under the assumption that this was straightforward, but it appears Master (pending) has a soft brain to go with her soft body. In simple terms: Torgo requires a [designated function] in order to cover expenses, and the [designated function] Torgo wishes to fulfill is that of a [Maid]. [Maids] require [Masters] to employ them. Thus, Torgo's first task is to acquire a [Master]. For Torgo to fill both [Maid] and [Master] designations simultaneously would be meaningless."

Patting the (pending) Master exactly twice, Torgo turned and pointed towards the exit.

"Now that you understand, allow Torgo to escort you to the nearest spaceport."

LATER

GLADIUS I, CITADEL, ?????, ?????

"It appears Torgo has taken a wrong turn. Apologies, (pending) Master."

The party stood on the street corner of one of the Citadel's lesser-known wards, a pleasant enough little place if you could ignore the speakers blaring German marching songs from the rooftops...

...And the propaganda posters plastered all over the sides of buildings...

...And the enormous, cyclopean robots that stood watchful guard every couple of blocks...

...And the young men in military uniforms sharing cigarettes in alleyways and under the eaves, muttering about the "Earthnoid menace"...

...Outside of that, though, it was the very model of suburban bliss.

The Mad Queen Specialist

 

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands
Namorae nods, and takes back her place on the bike. “Are there any social rules I should know about before we speak to your allies?” She asks.
The Mad Queen

Farator: The Windmill, Darkened Skies
Farator just sighs, shaking his head. Peter is going to be interesting to work with. But until Namorae comes to get him out of here, he might as well travel with these people, at least to hunt.

 

[darkred]

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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?"

General John Connor
Gladius IV/Machine City
-Open for Interaction-

General Connor had checked on and off many times that his line was secure from the joint Skynet/Sentientals that might be listening in.

After assuring his line was secure, he took a breath and said

"Mr. Luthor. Let me get straight down to business here. "

Just as he was beginning to talk, a few soldiers rushed in "General Connor SIR! We've rescued more Skynet prisoners however, we lost a sizable chunk of our men.

"Hold on, I got to take this really quick."

The comm clicks for a second as he and his men talk in the background. Once the situation is averted, he lifted the comm to his mouth again.

"I believe you know the situation here in the machine city, do you not? Well, it seems to be getting worse. Joint Skynet and Sentients have captured twice as many troops as normal and we are on the verge of a breakthrough of a major spot.

"We have fought long and hard but we've found something you might find interesting in the long run."

The Mad Queen




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[darkred]

Marcus Wright
New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) -
Near a certain unknown part of Arklym Asylum
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

As Marcus moved the door away from them, a scared man in a torn lab coat seemed to look over at Jolie and him with fear. It wasn't surprising anymore considering a lot of people seemed to fear him in general. The half terminator blinked and frowned "What are you doing down here? "

"Name's Marcus."

Marcus would stay calm unless the man was inclined to attack him or Jolie.

The Mad Queen




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[The Mad Queen]

The Sole Survivor: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) ​

A small smile crept across Harry's face while Solution listed off not just her own skills, but those of the creatures following her. There was something else about the Shaper as well that came to mind as well: She hadn't panicked.
Many of the outworlders he'd come across panicked when they first arrived to the Commonwealth. Sadly, this had led to him having to put one or two down due to them shooting at the first things that moved and him being unable to talk them down. The Shaper, didn't even seem afraid of her new, sudden environment. She was curious and wanted to help.

It reminded Harry of himself, or rather how he wished he'd acted when he emerged from that Vault. A few people died due to standing between him and Shaun, and while some of them deserved it there were others he should have spared. He was angry and people had paid for that.
She was someone he wanted on his side, perhaps even to help with restoring the Commonwealth. Once the threat to the north was dealt with, of course.

"A friend of mine is taking us further north to this planet."
"How far North?" Piper asked
"The Spires of Cruelty. I think that's what folks call it anyway. And yes, before you ask, Piper. This is about the disappearances." He locked eyes with the reporter, who had her undivided attention focused on Harry's words "Rat-like mutants apparently have an army there, and one of their spies was captured outside of the Commonwealth."
He shook his head "They could be preparing for an invasion."
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Travis stared, almost blankly at the newcomers but snapped himself back into focus when there was talk of music and revolution.
"Great to meet you, I'm Travis." He offered a handshake to Verdi, and then to the other members of the band "It's a pretty small operation here." He gestured to the inside of the poor excuse for a radio station with a thumb "But I've kept her going for a few years now. I play the classics, with a few tracks sung by a lady in Goodneighbour."

He grinned "I'm looking for new music, actually but it's not like a lot of folks from here make their own tracks. I'd love to see what you've got, especially if you're fighting the good fight."

DrBones GrieveWriter Freshet Thepotatogod Freshet
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

Douglas Ken: Seoul-Don, Tellestia: The Asylum (Gladius-I)​

Me and my feckin' mouth, Douglas thought. The man had a ferocity to him that rivalled some Werewolves Douglas had known, and to make matters worse he possessed a motorcycle with functioning chainsaws. Douglas had hoped those were just for show.
Werewolf of not, he'd be sliced to ribbons. He couldn't regenerate if he was sliced in half, and he'd rather not die a second time. If he was going to fight, he'd have to change forms as well and that would only lead to further shite.
He would have to talk and/or bullshit his way of this one, and Douglas knew he was good at both, especially the latter. He'd written for a newspaper, after all.

He raised his hands.
"Okay. You've still got twenty-four hours, right?" He spoke softly and clearly "So a few seconds, allowing me to talk to a friend isn't going to cost you a lot."
He slowly placed a finger in his left ear "This is me, talking to my friend."
Errol was on the other side, speaking inside of Douglas' ear.
"Douglas?"
"I have a man here with a kid. They're looking for Zombrex and need it within twenty-four hours. Can you get it?"
"...What?"
"Okay, look into it and get back to me."

Douglas grinned at Chuck.
"He says there's a chance, but if you want it..."
He gave a heavy shrug "You're going to have to keep me breathing. My contact wouldn't be too pleased if you treated me like a magician's assistant."

Freshet Rysesaka
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

Karla: Mos Eisley, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

It didn't take long for Karla to notice the cars. It was a shoddy, obvious job that she tutted at.
"If the aim was to blow us up, I mean...I'm more subtle than this for God's sake."

She turned giddy as the Dark Enforcer spoke of blowing the thing up, and Karla squealed with delight as the chain reaction played out, ending with the plane becoming a fireball. Thankfully for the residents of the hive of scum and villainy, the fire didn't manage to spread to any nearby buildings.
"We probably could've disarmed the bombs..." Gunther sighed, getting no response from the Tiefling as she watched the flames dance with a huge grin. This turned into a frown as robots approached the scene, including half a dozen fire extinguishers with arms and legs to put out the fire.

Sharply sitting up, Karla shook her head
"Oh shit! Somebody just tried to kill us!"
"Who did you think it was?" Ser Richard asked, resting a hand on his chin
"Obviously it was that snake-bitch!" Karla snapped. She pounded a fist into a palmed hand and curled up her tail to try and form another fist "I knew we couldn't trust her!"
"I told you so."
"Shut the fuck up, Gunther! I'm going to burn her so bad she'll turn hot-blooded!"
"That...That's not how it works."

She looked to her fellow mercs
"I say we track her down and..."
"Karla, look!"

Karla looked across the streets, seeing the crowd that had gathered to watch the fireworks. Ilka was among them, her mouth agape. The Tiefling still her wings out from showing off earlier, and flew towards the serpent.
"Oh, for fuc..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Karla already had her pinned to a wall. Her arms held the snake's in place, while her tail wrapped around the throat.
"Good luck trying to kill us now, you slaver bitch." Venom oozed from the Tiefling's words
"Wait..." Ilka coughed "You think I did this?" She tried to chuckle, but it came out as another cough "If I was going to kill you, do you think I'd waste a perfectly good plane to do it? Besides...It's too loud. If I wanted you dead, I'd have poisoned your drinks at the bar or slit your throats as you slept. Why would I go to the trouble of recruiting you, only to blow you up? It's idiotic."

"I believe her." Ser Richard nodded "Do we have any leads?" He asked the others "I think it's fair to say we all have enemies."
He looked at King "You are a King. People will challenge you for the throne, regardless of how good you are." He looked to The Dark Enforcer next "You have that Sam person."
His eyes turned to the bounty hunter "And I'm sure there's a number of people that would favour it if your head wasn't attached to your shoulders."

Placing one hand on his chest, and using the other to point at Karla, he finally spoke about their situation. "Karla and I have a great deal of enemies as well. In our world my country was ruled by slavers. We were in the middle of a rebellion when the Great Hunger attacked. If..."
"Can I add something?" Ilka chocked, raising one finger

GearBlade654 Zerohex Freshet
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

Jolie Baptiste: New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

Jonathan let out a nervous laugh at Marcus' question
"Isn't it a bit obvious? I'm hiding. Between the thugs and cybernetic brutes Luthor calls a police force, the city outside is a battleground sometimes. I'm safer here. The Asylum had stocked food and medical supplies, they were to be used it Gotham got cut off from the outside world again and..."
He took a deep breath to compose himself "I've been living off of that for, two months now? I think."

Jolie immediately tried to read the man's Aura, but found that it was empty. She looked to Marcus, reading his aura just to be sure. It was still there, bits of a human aura thrown in with the emptiness of a machine. She looked back at Jonathan, still seeing that his aura was empty. It was rare, but not impossible. Some beings had ways of masking their auras from others but she could be sure that Jonathan wasn't a Vampire. She would have been able to tell immediately if that was the case.

"Baptiste. Jolie Baptiste." The Vampire introduced herself "How do you know so much about this place?"
"I used to work here."
"You were a doctor?"
"A psychologist, to be exact."

darkred
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

Steve Rodgers: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​

"What happens if his blood spills?" Steve asked the Nameless One. Before an answer was given, the EMT had changed into another suit of amour using some kind of steam. That raised further questions, but Rodgers had to put that aside till later. The cultist was now running on the walls of the sewer, and he was targeting the Nameless One with a vengeance.

Steve jumped into the fray, forming his gauntlets into one shield to block as many attacks as he possibly could. He was taking the Nameless One's word for it about the blood, and wasn't about to risk it.

Spoiler: The shield

Donder172 FistOfTheBorkStar zontar
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

 

[The Mad Queen]

Alva Bòideach: The Citadel Presidium (Gladius-I)​

The Quarian shook her head "I wish I could help you, but I don't want to get in trouble with my superiors. I'd say heading to the shipyard would be your best bet."
She leaned forward, activated her omni-tool and transferred five hundred credits to Samus.
"That's all I can do for you. Like I said, I wish I could do more."
-
Alva held her tongue at Torgo, at least for now. As much as she wanted to give the Maid a piece of her mind, it wouldn't be helpful. So she kept her head down, remaining quiet until they reached the district with giant robots.
"Oliver..." She muttered, making little effort to hide her nerves "Do those guys sound, um...Familiar?"
"We need to get the hell off this station." Oliver stated with firmness in his voice "Now."

"Machines fall to nature eventually. Everything does. We could take them."
Alva shook her head "Let's just go back the way we came. I'm sure that nice alien with the mask will give us directions."
"Why do you ignore me, child? I only aim for our best interests."
Specialist Shining Wizard
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

Venkman: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

Climbing onto the bike, Venkman chuckled a little at the young Vampire's words "Oh, sorry." He said, clearing his throat "I really shouldn't laugh, but it's just...They have a lot of rules. Most of them just apply to Mages, like myself but there's a few for Vampires I should list off."
He started the bike's engine
"Probably best that I fill you in on the way, otherwise we'll be sitting here for ages."

Eliasdagood
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

General John Connor
Gladius IV/Machine City
-Open for Interaction-

General Connor had checked on and off many times that his line was secure from the joint Skynet/Sentientals that might be listening in.

After assuring his line was secure, he took a breath and said

"Mr. Luthor. Let me get straight down to business here. "

Just as he was beginning to talk, a few soldiers rushed in "General Connor SIR! We've rescued more Skynet prisoners however, we lost a sizable chunk of our men.

"Hold on, I got to take this really quick."

The comm clicks for a second as he and his men talk in the background. Once the situation is averted, he lifted the comm to his mouth again.

"I believe you know the situation here in the machine city, do you not? Well, it seems to be getting worse. Joint Skynet and Sentients have captured twice as many troops as normal and we are on the verge of a breakthrough of a major spot.

"We have fought long and hard but we've found something you might find interesting in the long run."

The Mad Queen​

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Luthor clenched one of his fists, keeping his gaze out on the city beneath his ivory tower. He knew the consequences if the Resistance were to fail.
"I'm well aware of the situation, Connor. I've been quietly providing the Resistance with weapons and soldiers."

Spies were a big issue, given the infiltration units Skynet used. It forced him and the others supporting the Resistance to do it as quietly as possible. Troops sent would lie about their origins, offering weapons and gear they claimed to have gotten from elsewhere. For every machine capable of identifying the infiltration units sent by the likes of Luthor or Gandhi, Skynet would find yet another way around it. He'd been told that dogs seemed to work though.

"My efforts will be doubled. I am one of the very few men on this planet capable of recognising Skynet for the threat it really is. I am curious though, Connor. What is this new discovery you've made?"

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.

The android kept his uncanny smile as he passed the towel towards Alfred.
"I will ask that you try not to curse in this facility. This part of the Spa is an all-ages area." His tone was friendly, yet extremely blank "If you would like, I could point you in the direction of sixteen plus part of the facility."

Peter W: The Windmill, Darkened Skies (Gladius-III) ​

"It's all homemade." Michael told Chris, a warm smile decorating his face "Good luck out there."
Peter was the first one into the tunnels, passing by the Vampire along the way "As a member of X-Force, I hereby declare you as a deputy member." He knighted Farator using his left arm, tapping him on both shoulders
"You too, Chris." He told the giant "Sorry I can't reach your shoulders."

He turned to Postal Dude "And you, you're a very dedicated postman. I think adding you X-Force would get in the way of your duties."

billthesomething TrueBananaz Rysesaka
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

 

[DrBones]

Solution: Diamond City, Badlands, Gladius-IV

Solution watched carefully as Harry smiled in response to her exposition, and... immediately returned to trying to recruit the Construct Handler. Solution invisibly stifled a grimace in the face of this naked disrespect. This was clearly revenge for her actions earlier; Solution wondered whether it would be better to submit or begin planning her retribution immediately.

Solution decided that this idiocy would lead them nowhere, and took matters into her own hands. "Rats and mountains, of course," she said, hurriedly ushering Harry out of the shack. Her entourage moved to block the entrance as soon as she and him were through. "I've a Creation bred specifically for that purpose."

Solution looked round the plaza. The little one was nowhere in sight, but the sailor and his woman shouldn't be too far away. Whoever this man had planned to bring along, he had not readied them for travel.
"Well, no sense waiting for your men to come to us. Shaped rats can breed by the thousand in a matter of weeks, and a nest of them will be quite literally filled with them." Solution stated matter-of-factly, "I will accompany you as you ready your caravan. How soon will we leave?"
GrieveWriter Freshet Thepotatogod Ennuis The Mad Queen

 

[The Mad Queen]

The Sole Survivor: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) ​

Harry tried to hold back a smile as the Shaper continued to fill him in. There was something that peaked his interest as well, she had fought giant rats before and not only that, she had creations designed for taking them out.
"These rats are smarter than the average one. They're bipedal, can speak and they can use weapons." He said "My friend's got one locked up if you want to see it for yourself. Maybe that would help with your shaping."

He still wanted to see how the process worked with his own eyes.
"I mean, sometimes looking at someone else's work, even if it's twisted or broken can improve your own work. I make robots, weapons, armour and defences. Sometimes for myself, sometimes for folks in the Commonwealth. It's not on the level of what you do, but I'd say I do alright." He bragged

"We leave in a few minutes, but we're not taking a caravan per say. We're going in a Vertibird. It's a man-operated flying craft of sorts."

DrBones GrieveWriter
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

 

[Eliasdagood]

Cortova: Mos Eisley, The Badlands
Ooh, now this is interesting. She was just gonna hang out at the bar and look for a job, but it seems like someone else brought entertainment! Queen is mildly irritated that no one died or lost limbs, meaning she can’t get food out of this.

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands
Namorae chuckles, holding onto him. “I’m ready. Also, does Mage mean your specific type of caster, or all who can use magic? Because if it’s the latter, I should learn those as well.”
The Mad Queen

Farator: The Windmill, Darkened Skies
Farator chuckles softly. “Very well.” He says softly. He hopes Namorae will be able to meet this man. She might like him. And she’ll want to save all of these people, no doubt. He doesn’t understand her emotions, but he’s getting used to them now.
Rysesaka billthesomething TrueBananaz

 

[Freshet]

• Nameless Mook
• Chuck Greene

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  Nameless Mook: Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​
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  The nameless mook watched intently as the former peer of the sect declared that the opponent was not the guardian of the mystical weaponry held by E-M-T. He sort of wished that they would go for Rider Gogyou instead of him; after all this man was a legendary mythical looking figure! The Apostate of the Black Demon Sect was but merely a spore which blew away from the metaphorical fungal cluster without spreading the disease. With that thought in mind it actually made perfect since that the loyalist would be coming after him. However the Nameless Mook did not like it.
  
  As his foe began dashing upon the walls, the Impostor Shang once again drew out his sword. Though he did not hold it outright in a readied position for swinging. The situation was becoming cramped and Fat Shang did not wish to cut the others present, much less the loyalist. So the traitorous minion held his sword out in a horizontal fashion to act as a make-shift shield. As the blows came the Nameless Mook continued to maneuver his sword to block the various blows.
  
  But the Impostor Shang was facing off against a wild man, a lunatic who was drunk off the highs of servitude like a good cultist, and as such he could not anticipate all of the blows. After some more successful attempts at blocking he felt himself stabbed by one of the blows. This caused the Nameless Mook to stumble back in agony as Steve Rogers jumped into the scene, utilizing a proper shield to, well, shield attacks. Removing one of his hands from his blade, the quisling placed a hand against the fresh wound upon chest as he coughed up some of his blood.
  
  "The Demonic Pact..." The Mook coughed out again, "...Will activate."
• 
  
  Chuck Greene: Seoul-Don, Tellestia: The Asylum (Gladius-I)​
  
  
  "THREE HOURS!" Chuck barked out, practically snarling from the mouth as Douglas assumed that Chuck had a twenty four hour period still. Of course to many three hours would seem like a rather suitable window for operation. However after much experience Chuck Greene was acutely aware of how short this actual time-frame was. Especially when having to deal with the outbreak, the zombies, other monsters and the people who grew mad from the situation. The man intently stared at Douglas, his left eye twitching profusely as he began rocking back and forth.
  
  Revving the engines once again, the chainsaw teeth spurred with activity as if they were ready to quench a hunger. However as they were merely chainsaws they did not possess this feeling, however they did menacingly spin some more and whir. As if to demonstrate that, yes, the Slicecicle was clearly functioning Chuck proceeded to drop an empty whiskey bottle towards the left of him. The chainsaws rendered the bottle into a storm of glass which spit out at all directions.
  
  Preparing to drive, Chuck stared down the man once again. "Where are they? Tell me where this 'friend' is now! Let them know, I am coming."

Nameless Mook - FistOfTheBorkStar Donder172 The Mad Queen zontar
Chuck Greene - Rysesaka Mad Queen

 

[Ennuis]

Messier: Diamond City, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) ​

Time had passed and with that, the sun had moved, leaving poor Messier under direct sunlight. In most circumstances, this would be a trivial problem as one could scoot over a few inches every so often, but Messier had fell asleep and was now baking in the sun. Normally this wouldn't be an issue, as the fusionist didn't have a permanent physical form and rarely had to deal with consequences of any terrible choices she would make. But now? A simple fly was about to cause her tremendous pain as it buzzed around her nose before landing on it. "AAAAAARGH!" The girl leapt to her feet and brought her hands up to her face, causing another surge of pain. "What happened?! You there! What's going on?!" A passerby native of Diamond City gave the girl an awkward stare before backing away, muttering something about just trying to buy a new swatter. "Yeah, that's real helpful. Hope your swatter cracks after one swing." The native of the city gave her a dismissive wave and left her.

Deciding to just wander about town again, she thought about the things she learned from her last walk. For one, she was going to need something called 'caps', which the swatter merchant refused to explain to her. Just how was someone supposed to find something if they didn't know what it was? Another thing was the omnipresent threat called 'rads', which people also refused to explain in any meaningful way. Another thing she was warned about were 'raiders', but she was pretty sure she ran into those already and they didn't really seem all that dangerous. Annoying yes, but dangerous? She just didn't see it. As she continued her walk, she saw the group from before discussing something that seemed to be important. With a shrug, she decided to approach them and ask her questions. "Hey, what's up? Any of you can tell me what 'caps' or 'rads' are?" While she was speaking to the group as a whole, she looked to the jump-suited man as he seemed to be a native to the area.

The Mad Queen DrBones GrieveWriter

 

[Freshet]

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

The Dark Enforcer stood patiently as he watched the droids coming in to deal with the wreckage; it was a scene that was to be expected. However there was something that irritated The Dark Enforcer. This scene quickly devolved into something that inspired his right eyebrow to twitch. Despite this it seemed as if he was calm. He just stood for a moment, idly watching as his demonic tainted co-worker as they began to assault Ilka. This was followed by another barrage of words which caused his eyebrow to twitch further.

Wringing his hand into a fist The Dark Enforcer merely gave a passing stare, allowing his eyes to reveal a murderous nature before heading towards his real target. Peering at Karla, The Dark Enforcer held out his right palm towards her, as a larger barrel compared to that of just the finger being used as a weapon, emerged from it.

“I will say this once.” The Dark Enforcer dourly decreed as energy began charging around his palm. “I do not like swearing. It is a nasty habit that I do not condone. When I hear and see such vulgarity. I. Eliminate. It.” He cocked his head back to give a bit of a stink-eye towards King, who did have a bit of a nasty mouth to his personage. Sometimes the elimination was more literal than metaphorically changing attitudes. At least Turk was able to stay professional around him, and cut-back on his swearing around him.

He firmly kept the palm facing the demoness interrogating the snakefolk as he used his right hand to gesture to blood which he still didn’t clean up. “Take notes kids! If you have a chalkboard start writing it down. The Dark Enforcer is going to give you a free lesson. Pay attention there will be a Pop Quiz later.”

“A villain, especially a Supervillain, is based around STYLE. Swearing is weak, it is pathetic, it is a vulgarity relegated to the sheeple who cannot engage in proper monologuing and insults. Cutting straight to the chase is boring; there is no art, there is no true devastation. A hero does not remember a meager swear as opposed to the complex phrases and unique speech that departs away from mere swears. What point is there to winning if you pick the easy way? There is none. It does not matter whether it is through action or words, what matters is STYLE. It is what separates the wheat from the chaff. Slitting throats, poisoning, swearing – all of those lack style. Gunning down your foe in a heated firefight and explosions – those have style.”

“That concludes your classroom lesson from The Dark Enforcer.”

With that concluded, The Dark Enforcer kept his palm faced towards Karla as he used his other hand to pull her off of Ilka and allow her to fall from the wall. “Potty-mouth; you will not disturb the clean-mouthed snake anymore unless I have given permission otherwise. Or I will fire. You will not swear further. Or I will fire. Those annoying calls for morality against slavery will end. Or I will fire. You will address me as The Dark Enforcer. Or I will fire. These simple rules will be upheld in my presence. Or I will fire.”

Peering towards the Ilka. “You owe me babe. Oh not only for this, but for all of the ‘tests’. Including this one here done by Yosemite Sam.” He glanced down towards his bloodied stained boots and then to his metallic arm which was also still fairly bloodied from earlier events.

“Start by kissing either at the boots or the ring; then you will explain to your new best friend here, The Dark Enforcer, what you think is going on and where Yosemite Sam might be. Or I’ll go to wring the life out of you like the Potty-mouth tried to. And you know now that I think of it, a slave wouldn’t be bad, dunno what I’d use ‘em for but get me one and I’m sure I could find something.”

Moving his boot closer towards Ilka, alongside his hand which wasn’t itching to fire, The Dark Enforcer presented the options he laid out. “Let this be a simple lesson for you Ilka Mezhil. You would rather have The Dark Enforcer enforce for your behalf than enforcing the will of another. I trust you can understand this simple concept and the terms that go with it. So take your pick, boot or hand, and seal the deal. You have the option to truly unleash annihilation, a verifiable Armageddon fighting for your banner and dispatching your foes; or to painfully perish like a pitiful poodle puppy under a pulverizer.”

Zerohex GearBlade654 The Mad Queen

 

[Donder172]

Steve Rodgers: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​

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

@Donder172 @FistOfTheBorkStar @zontar

Nameless Mook: Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​

For a good period of time, the Former Member of the Black Demon Sect, was unaware that he was being helped, and used as a meat puppet, by Genjuro in this display. There were mixed emotions about this, as he felt himself being bent down out of the newest swipe done by the loyalist minion, but the primary one was gratitude since he was not dead. After all, in escaping the Black Demon Sect, Fat Shang had but one goal to live.

While he gained secondary goals due to using Shang’s story to live well as the Impostor Shang, his goal was still generally to live. He had grown accustomed to it and rather liked living. And ever since that encounter he needed to find something to live for and finally be able to let the scars of the past scab over and heal. The Nameless One was firmly shoved back further away into the sewers as he saw that the Necromancer had a bow aimed at, the loyalist?

Well, that was peculiar. Perhaps they were part of that different cabal that held no allegiance to the Bones of Creation, such as the demon that was ‘tamed’ by Shang and his cohorts?

Needless to say the Impostor Shang re-sheathed his sword, although he kept his hand upon its hilt. Cupping his mouth with his right hand he yelled towards the pair, as Steve was busy securing the safety of the civilians.

“You cannot allow even a single drop of his blood to spill! It would damn us all!”

Steve Rodgers: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​

"What happens if his blood spills?" Steve asked the Nameless One. Before an answer was given, the EMT had changed into another suit of amour using some kind of steam. That raised further questions, but Rodgers had to put that aside till later. The cultist was now running on the walls of the sewer, and he was targeting the Nameless One with a vengeance.

Steve jumped into the fray, forming his gauntlets into one shield to block as many attacks as he possibly could. He was taking the Nameless One's word for it about the blood, and wasn't about to risk it.

Spoiler: The shield

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Nameless Mook: Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​

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The nameless mook watched intently as the former peer of the sect declared that the opponent was not the guardian of the mystical weaponry held by E-M-T. He sort of wished that they would go for Rider Gogyou instead of him; after all this man was a legendary mythical looking figure! The Apostate of the Black Demon Sect was but merely a spore which blew away from the metaphorical fungal cluster without spreading the disease. With that thought in mind it actually made perfect since that the loyalist would be coming after him. However the Nameless Mook did not like it.

As his foe began dashing upon the walls, the Impostor Shang once again drew out his sword. Though he did not hold it outright in a readied position for swinging. The situation was becoming cramped and Fat Shang did not wish to cut the others present, much less the loyalist. So the traitorous minion held his sword out in a horizontal fashion to act as a make-shift shield. As the blows came the Nameless Mook continued to maneuver his sword to block the various blows.

But the Impostor Shang was facing off against a wild man, a lunatic who was drunk off the highs of servitude like a good cultist, and as such he could not anticipate all of the blows. After some more successful attempts at blocking he felt himself stabbed by one of the blows. This caused the Nameless Mook to stumble back in agony as Steve Rogers jumped into the scene, utilizing a proper shield to, well, shield attacks. Removing one of his hands from his blade, the quisling placed a hand against the fresh wound upon chest as he coughed up some of his blood.

"The Demonic Pact..." The Mook coughed out again, "...Will activate."

"And what does this 'pact' exactly do?" Ulfi asked as she put the arrow off the bow. She could try to freeze the man with Ice Form, but she would be using the Thu'um too much. She can't always rely on it, it could mean she ends up just like Jurgen Windcaller. Ulfi joined Steve, drawing her greatsword again. Besides the Thu'um, she had no other way to take this one down without drawing blood. She wasn't good enough with magic to banish whatever it was back to wherever it came from, Ulfi assumed Oblivion. "You have any ideas?" The Nord asked Steve.

 

[The Mad Queen]

Douglas Ken: Seoul-Don, Tellestia: The Asylum (Gladius-I)​

And yet again, Douglas' mouth had landed him in hot water. If he gave Chuck Errol's location, he would kill him. There was no doubt about that in Douglas' mind. At the same time, he wasn't looking to fight. Perhaps the madman could even prove useful in the long run. He wanted something, and if Douglas could get it he'd have him in his back pocket.
"Um, Douglas." Errol said
"You better have something for me. I'm about to become an unwilling magician's assistant."
"I...I don't even want to ask."
"Do you have a location or not?"
"I've heard of it before. There's a dealer in the Trap-Streets who dishes it out."

Looking to Chuck and gulping, Douglas gave him a grin.
"I need a name."
"Martin. He works for..."
"Let me, guess, the Banshee?"
"Yeah."

Douglas chuckled, glaring over at Chuck.
"Well feck me. We're looking for the same person. Pipsqueak named Martin. Deals drugs and potions around these streets. I'm looking for his boss, so maybe we can work together?"

He scoffed "Or you could just cut me down and never find the bastard. Up to you, man."

Freshet Rysesaka
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Karla: Mos Eisley, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

Karla threw her head back and laughed.
"What are you doing?" Gunther asked, his eyes wide with concern "If you die here over some curse words..."
"I say what I want Enforcer. Sure, my mouth is as dirty as a back-alley but the way I see it...There is so much bad in the world. For f..."
She stopped herself
"For flip sake...If you're worried about curse words, then you need to get your priorities in order."
"Was that painful?" Gunther asked
"I'll deal with you later." She looked to her left, gritting her teeth at Gunther while one of her eyes twitched. It was painful.
"I kill people for money. I only use style if it's personal or if I'm trying to impress but even I have go-gosh darn standards. No kids, nobody carrying kids, no innocent animals incapable of knowing better and above all...I don't deal with that kind of business."

Her grin was gone, replaced with a scowl.
"Call it boring if you want, but people are not cargo. If you think otherwise, then we've got a problem."
She let out a heavy, exasperated sigh
"But... You just pulled off a beautiful fireworks display. So I'm going to follow the advice of my invisible friend. No way in heck I could take all of you on at once."

Swinging her tail back and forth, the Tiefling started to walk away.
"Well, King." Ser Richard said with a smile "I do hope we cross paths again." He offered a handshake "I wish I could join you in your quest, but I swore a sacred oath."
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Ilka watched as Kara left.
"What a b..." She looked at Enforcer and smiled "Nasty woman. I wonder why her masters kept her alive for as long as they did."
Rubbing her neck she cleared her throat
"Darn Tiefling left a bruise." She muttered "I could throw in a slave for free, if you're looking, my friend." She said with a grin "Like you said, I owe you."

She leaned forwards, kissed the ring and then looked up at the cyborg.
"I think a Skaven did this. If my data is anything to go by, they're slippy but not exactly subtle."

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Venkman: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

The bike pulled away, kicking up dust.
"We're a bit different from the normal spellcaster." He explained "But to cut a long story short, our magic involves bending the laws of reality. In minor ways. Some try the bigger stuff, but there are awful side-effects."

Emmadagood
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The Sole Survivor: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) ​

Harry smiled as he saw the girl from earlier approach them. She appeared confused and disorientated
"Are you alright kid?" He asked
He pulled out a cap, handing it to her "That is a bottlecap, or 'cap' for short It's what passes for currency around here. People trade with these or with bullets and other supplies, but the more civilised places use caps."
He knelt down so that he reached the girl's height, and displayed his Pip-Boy.
"Now rads. They're tricky and dangerous."

He showed her the rads counter.
"It's short for radiation. You see, a long time ago this place was bombed with nuclear missiles. It made the land cruel, and many people turned cruel as a result. Rads are what's left of the nuclear missiles. A side effect that poisons the ground and the people that walk on it."

"Its not all bad. There are a few ways to keep yourself safe from radiation. There's radaway, which removes radiation poisoning and rad-x, which makes you a bit better equipped to deal with it. Neither make you invincible though so the best way to keep yourself safe from radiation is to keep an eye out and stay out of the water."

DrBones GrieveWriter Ennuis
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[darkred]

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Jolie Baptiste: New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

Jonathan let out a nervous laugh at Marcus' question
"Isn't it a bit obvious? I'm hiding. Between the thugs and cybernetic brutes Luthor calls a police force, the city outside is a battleground sometimes. I'm safer here. The Asylum had stocked food and medical supplies, they were to be used it Gotham got cut off from the outside world again and..."
He took a deep breath to compose himself "I've been living off of that for, two months now? I think."

Jolie immediately tried to read the man's Aura, but found that it was empty. She looked to Marcus, reading his aura just to be sure. It was still there, bits of a human aura thrown in with the emptiness of a machine. She looked back at Jonathan, still seeing that his aura was empty. It was rare, but not impossible. Some beings had ways of masking their auras from others but she could be sure that Jonathan wasn't a Vampire. She would have been able to tell immediately if that was the case.

"Baptiste. Jolie Baptiste." The Vampire introduced herself "How do you know so much about this place?"
"I used to work here."
"You were a doctor?"
"A psychologist, to be exact."

@darkred
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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 winced at the word "Cybernetic brute" and pounded his fist lightly. "I don't take kindly to those words, next time change them up." Even though he was a human, he hated hearing that he was any form of robot, even if it was unintentional.

The half terminator explained that he was from the Machine City and everyone he knew got displaced there with the same problems.

"So Mr.Jonathan, How do I know you aren't going to try to hurt us? "

Marcus had clear anger issues and if the man hurt them, the half terminator would be quick.

"I don't know Lex Luthor that much, but if he's helping the Resistance, he's a clear ally to me."

The Mad Queen

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[darkred]

Luthor clenched one of his fists, keeping his gaze out on the city beneath his ivory tower. He knew the consequences if the Resistance were to fail.
"I'm well aware of the situation, Connor. I've been quietly providing the Resistance with weapons and soldiers."

Spies were a big issue, given the infiltration units Skynet used. It forced him and the others supporting the Resistance to do it as quietly as possible. Troops sent would lie about their origins, offering weapons and gear they claimed to have gotten from elsewhere. For every machine capable of identifying the infiltration units sent by the likes of Luthor or Gandhi, Skynet would find yet another way around it. He'd been told that dogs seemed to work though.

"My efforts will be doubled. I am one of the very few men on this planet capable of recognizing Skynet for the threat it really is. I am curious though, Connor. What is this new discovery you've made?"

General John Connor
Gladius IV/Machine City
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"Mr. Luthor, The Resistance Thanks you and Gandhi for all your support to our cause. He knew he would back them up if India or Lux ever faced opposition. I'm also well aware that if anything happened to you or Gandhi, things would take a turn for the worst here. We've gotten more dogs now to cover your troops, Gandhi's and ours. None of us must fall to Skynet. Because the more Skynet is allowed control, the more cities will fall and crumble. We all worked so hard to protect each other.

The Mad Queen​

 

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands
She nods, listening. “I see. I tend to focus on transmutation and conjuration.” She replies. “What are the rules for Vampires here?” She’s actually curious, since the existence of rules means organization of some sort. Vampires were fairly solitary in her world.
The Mad Queen

Cortova: Mos Eisley, The Badlands
Cortova tilts her head, following after the red skinned woman. Maybe she’ll be interesting to talk to, or maybe they could find business together. The more the better, really.

 

[zontar]

Genjuro, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​

"Demonic pac- Oh. Ohhhh. Should've said no cutting to start with."

At first, Gen had figured the lower tech level wherever he'd ended up just meant more traditionalist feuds between martial arts schools. Really, it should have been obvious between the dialogue and mask. The philosophy was another big red flag, honestly. But after the orcs, the incident with the slaymate, and that whole fiasco with the al-miraj, he was finally back in his wheelhouse. While the close quarters of a sewer were less than ideal for a weapon like the staff, the 10x10 corridors would have to do. Spinning his staff, he lunged with the end of it in an attempt to strike the cultist's throat before continuing the assault with rapid thrusts and small swipes aimed at his chest and shoulders. He looked over to the group.

"Everyone but the fat guy, you head on up. He's got a feud to settle, and I've got experience fighting against the sort of technique our friend here is using."

 

[Specialist]

Samus-007/Gladius I: The Presidium
[Interacting with: The Mad Queen , Shining Wizard ; Open to Interaction]
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After giving a solemn nod of thanks to the Quarian woman, Samus began walking to the destination of the shipyard; entrusting that the group behind her followed suit. The moment she sensed the borderline urgent demand in Oliver's voice, she quipped back in a rather relaxed manner. "We're going to be fine; cool your jets. We get a ship big enough to comfortably fit all four of us, then we leave. From there, we figure out our priorities. Until then, I advise all of you to stay close to me and keep your guard up." As Samus got closer and closer to her destination, Boss took over her comms and spoke through them. "Trust us, alright? It's not too often Seven grows attached to people." A gruff chuckle came from the AI as the Spartan reached up and lightly slapped the side of her helmet. Regardless of happenstance, Boss was right; Samus would protect these outsiders with her life.

 

[DrBones]

Solution: Diamond City, Badlands, Gladius-IV

Solution gave the Sole Survivor an analytic look, as she parsed what he had said. The 'rats' he was talking about were completely unknown to her, but she could grasp the idea of one. Perhaps they were the old empire's own iteration of the lowly Servile, deliberately shaped to look like rats to cement their status. The idea was extravagant, cruel, and decadent, but Solution reasoned that this old empire was well-built enough to fit all three of those adjectives.

The man himself bragged about making equipment for his people, which struck Solution as odd. The man's tight, restrictive suit obviously didn't mark him as an artisan, and he obviously didn't spend his time doing any of that if he was willing to scavenge for scraps and attack the villages of these Rat-Serviles. The man was lying through his teeth, though he would hopefully be useful enough to help her pass through to the East.

"Flying craft, hm?" Solution noted. "I suppose if your old masters could create Printing Presses, they would be able to create constructs that could fly. I don't suppose you know where the construct's handler is right now?"

At that point, the Fuser apprentice approached the group and asked the Sole Survivor about local customs. Flimsy painted coins and magic potions to keep the Rad Spirits away; obvious local superstition, but probably useful for later. Solution noted that she'd have to specifically ask not to be paid in caps later.

"Wait," Solution interrupted the Sole Survivor just as he finished informing Messier about radiation safety. "Are you only bringing me, my entourage, and the sailor along? No camp followers, scouts, footmen, or supplies?" She didn't know how numerous the Rat-Serviles were, but they must be a serious issue to warrant using a construct for. Some extra precautions--or even just precautions to begin with would definitely help. "Shouldn't we find more men to assist us? There must be dozens of bored, witless mercenaries in this town!"

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[Freshet]

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

Verdi shook the disc jockey’s hand and nodded in affirmation as he confirmed he was Travis.

“Oh an song actress hm? I haven’t heard of that particular film. I imagine it’s a comedy.” Verdi tilted her head as she peered towards the man. Holding her hand outstretched she offered the bag of local currency to either Ashe or Sibyl. As Verdi slung her guitar from her back she peered towards her gang. “Okay hold onto this would you darlings? But doooon’t take any of it cause like we’ll need it to cover building and recording costs kay!”

With a grin Verdi pointed towards Travis. “As for the fight; I present to you, Dies Irae. One of my compositions, to remember Rossini, a true legend.” As her fingers pressed against the strings, Giuseppe couldn’t help but to frown as that death was a tough one. But she picked up a more mischievous smile and began to rock out, while bouncing up and down and all around. It was clear that Verdi was in her zone, the element of performance.

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[The Mad Queen]

Jolie Baptiste: New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

"I apologise." Jonathan said "I was not referring to you, but to the makeshift police force Luthor has in the city. He is not one I would call an ally."
"You two have bad blood?" Jolie asked, her arms folded
"No. I just disapprove of his methods."

With the man having a quite reserved, almost blank body language and his aura being flat-out gone, Jolie had difficulty telling if he was lying, to say the least. She'd been so used to just relying on aura-reading or on body language, one more so than the other.
"Are you going to answer his other question?"
"Let me see. I'm looking at two heavily armed people while I am just a squatter here. What could I possibly have at my disposal to cause harm to the two of you?"

He had a point.
"Okay. You've been here a while, Doctor..."
"Crane. Jonathan Crane."
"Doctor Crane, have you explored more of this building? Are you the only person here?"

He shook his head "No. There is somebody else, living in the basement."

darkred
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General John Connor
Gladius IV/Machine City
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"Mr. Luthor, The Resistance Thanks you and Gandhi for all your support to our cause. He knew he would back them up if India or Lux ever faced opposition. I'm also well aware that if anything happened to you or Gandhi, things would take a turn for the worst here. We've gotten more dogs now to cover your troops, Gandhi's and ours. None of us must fall to Skynet. Because the more Skynet is allowed control, the more cities will fall and crumble. We all worked so hard to protect each other.

The Mad Queen​

"I appreciate the thanks, Mr Connor but what was that thing of interest you mentioned?" Luthor asked "What did you find?"

Karla: Mos Eisley, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

Karla rested in the shade of a building on the other side of town, examining something she held with her tail with a smile.
"So what's the plan, now?"
"Well I was going to kill those people and take the money but..." She stopped herself and let out a sigh
"The money probably went up with the plane and you couldn't have taken them all on."
"I know."
"It's okay to be angry, but perhaps expressing it through other means is worth looking into."
"Could take up hard liquor again."
"Hold that thought, I think we have company."

Using one of her hands, Karla reached for a scimitar and looked up at Cortova
"Oh. I thought you were one of those mercs. Who are you?"

Eliasdagood
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Venkman: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

"Keep underground when it's sunny and don't feed without express permission." Venkman said "You're going to have to introduce yourself to some member on some council. Every newcomer to the city does."
He looked across the horizon, moving to the left to avoid a galleon that rested in the dust.
"Also, and this is only if you want to stay in the city...You're going to have to pull your weigh. Everybody over the age of sixteen has to contribute to the city or the country in order to live there. You're free to go about your business but you need to pull your weight in one way or another."

"Take me, for example. I help with defences, I bring back information when I leave the walls, sometimes I tutor Mages and I am involved in political matters. Sort of a backup ambassador in case the other one isn't available."

Emmadagood
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The Sole Survivor: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) ​

He looked up at the Shaper, standing to his feet.
"Oh, no. Of course we're bringing others." Harry said "Me, my partner, our dog, two friends of mine, and twenty five Minutemen. That's not counting Jesus."
"We're bringing ammo and few other supplies like food, water and fuel for the Vertibirds." He added "Of course, if we can find anyone else in this city that wants to help, that'd be pretty good too."

He looked back down at the girl and waved a scolding finger
"But you. You're staying here. I'm not bringing a child on a dangerous mission. And you can help out in the city."

His attention was back on Solution "As for who built the things, I'm not sure. They were taken from The Brotherhood of Steel when we defeated them and restored by a friend of mine named Sturges. He's coming with, as a pilot and engineer so if you've got more questions on the specifics I'm sure he'd be happy to fill you in." Harry smiled

DrBones GrieveWriter Ennuis
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Alva Bòideach: The Citadel Shipyard (Gladius-I)​

Alva followed Samus to the shipyard, taking Oliver by the arm.
"Are you okay?" She asked
"Not really, but I'll manage." He shot her a reassuring half-smile "Be more concerned about the tiger if I were you. I don't think space is her natural environment." He pointed at Sheeva

Alva chuckled at the bad joke, and looked at Samus.
"I'll try." She said "I just hope that whatever ship we do find, you can fly it. I never ever passed my driving test back on Earth."

Specialist Shining Wizard
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[The Mad Queen]

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

Verdi shook the disc jockey’s hand and nodded in affirmation as he confirmed he was Travis.

“Oh an song actress hm? I haven’t heard of that particular film. I imagine it’s a comedy.” Verdi tilted her head as she peered towards the man. Holding her hand outstretched she offered the bag of local currency to either Ashe or Sibyl. As Verdi slung her guitar from her back she peered towards her gang. “Okay hold onto this would you darlings? But doooon’t take any of it cause like we’ll need it to cover building and recording costs kay!”

With a grin Verdi pointed towards Travis. “As for the fight; I present to you, Dies Irae. One of my compositions, to remember Rossini, a true legend.” As her fingers pressed against the strings, Giuseppe couldn’t help but to frown as that death was a tough one. But she picked up a more mischievous smile and began to rock out, while bouncing up and down and all around. It was clear that Verdi was in her zone, the element of performance.
The Mad Queen GrieveWriter Thepotatogod

Travis sat back in a chair and listened as the composer worked her magic. A giant smile grew across his face.
"That sounded a bit familiar but I can't quite place it." He said "I really enjoyed it though. If you've got more stuff like that, I'd love to record some more with you."
He looked to the others standing behind the composer.
"What about the rest of you? Do you know any tunes?"
Thepotatogod GrieveWriter

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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.

"Okay CJ." Karen moved towards CJ, showing him the first page of many in the forms to fill out.
The first page was basic details such as name, age, species, gender and sexuality as well as where CJ was born.
"If you want we could just run through the questions." Karen said "I ask you and take them down."

 

[GrieveWriter]

Operator 60: Diamond City, Badlands, Gladius-IV
The Mad Queen Freshet Thepotatogod​

Before 6O could try and explain Travis to Ashe and Verdi, the man himself had shown up and pretty much explained his role for her. He was and interesting fellow, no doubt, and seemed to take to Verdi's description of a concert very well. 6O was thankful, as she was sure there'd be some cultural divide they'd have to work around first in order to get things planned out. 6O didn't know what she would be classified as in Verdi's little gang of assistants, as she was pretty sure she was only slightly more well-informed about the area due to her research. Even so, she contented herself with letting Travis and Verdi hash things out, they were the ones used to music stuff after all.

But then Verdi handed them the caps and busted out her instrument, then wasted no time in leaping into a demonstration of her... mad skillz.

Operator 6O had to admit, the girl knew her tunes. While the androids of YoRHa didn't really time for things like music, 6O had heard enough to recognize that Verdi was pretty dang good at it. It wasn't like she'd expected her to be bad, as she definitely seemed committed to music just from actions alone. Operator 6O wasn't accustomed to how one acted during a performance like this, but she felt like it would be rude to interrupt such a passionate expression. So she held back and merely enjoyed Verdi's performance until it came to a close, where she promptly began clapping. It was something the humans did after stuff like this, to show their approval in a manner.

"Wow, to do all that with just that guitar. That's amazing!" She said in relative awe before glancing back to Travis "I guess this means there's no question to the quality of her content, right?"

"So I guess the only issue now would be figuring out how to set up her concert. I think I know how they were usually done, but I'm not really sure how the people of Diamond City do them. Do you have a place that's specifically for performances like this?"

Jesus Christ: Diamond City, Badlands, Gladius-IV
DrBones The Mad Queen Ennuis​

Jesus had waited beside the entrance to Publick Occurences until Harry was finished with the whole recruiting the Shaper thing, as he was fairly certain he'd either be bored or agitated by the discussion they had. Once they stepped out, he wordlessly followed behind, doing his best to only focus on any meaningful tidbits of their conversation. But surprisingly, the child from before came asking about things like rads and caps. Jesus had known from the beginning about caps, but he had made an educated guess on the meaning of rads.

Seeking confirmation, he focused on the explanation that Harry had given her, and then allowed himself a second of smug self-gratitude once he realized his guess was correct for the most part. But what he hadn't known was that there seemed like a number of pretty well known cures for radiation around. Jesus was sure he'd have to rely on the power of his halo to keep the stuff from affecting him until he could find a way to begin his true search, but it seemed all he would need was enough caps to acquire a suitable supply of radaway or rad-x.

And that meant one less thing to annoy him later on.

But of course, that thought lasted only until the Shaper took notice of their lack of assistance. Sure, it'd been something Jesus had noted while he had been waiting for Harry to finish recruiting her. He'd taken a good look at all the outlanders he could while they were finishing up, and had come to the conclusion that they wouldn't have too much help from them at least. Now that wasn't a problem, as Jesus had had more than enough experience with tearing through hordes of fully-armed opponents before. But it was still something to take note of, a lack of Outlanders who seemed ready and willing to aid in a fight like this. Then again, there was always the possibility that many just didn't have the appearances of fighters.

But then Harry explained that a number of locals would be coming to help them. Of course, if these things were so dangerous then it wasn't like there weren't other locals who'd take issuie with their operations.

"More people just means more things I gotta look out for on the battlefield." he muttered before he took note of Harry outright denying Messier a chance of assistance.

He smirked at that "Well I wouldn't write her off just yet, if she's from the multiverse like me and slave maker over here then we don't even know if she's technically a kid... appearance notwithstanding."

He looked past him to Messier so he could size her up "For all we know she could swallow lava and crap out meteors or something." He surmised "Anything goes with the whole Multiverse aspect, right?"

"How about it, girl?" he asked "You regularly throw continents around? Seem to recall you labeling yourself as a fusionist or something?

It was simple prodding of course, despite the Shaper's blatant incapability to think outside of her box she was at least fully transparent with her abilities so far. He didn't have an understanding of what Messier could do, mostly because she seemed to flit from topic to topic on a whim. She didn't look battle-capable, but if there was anything he'd learned from his last weeks in Nevada it was that life had a way of subverting expectation.

 

[Eliasdagood]

Cortova: Mos Eisley, The Badlands
Cortova waves casually, holding helmet under one arm. “Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. Just came for a chat.” She says, seeming friendly and open. “You looking for a job too?” She’s been trying to make better connections since she’s got here, and from the conversation she saw, she feels like Karla could be a good contact for her.
The Mad Queen

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands
Namorae nods, listening carefully. “I see… do all of these rules apply to Dhampir as well? I have never heard of such… communication among Vampires. Except for potentially in Geb.”