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[The Mad Queen]

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

"I could ask you the same question." Jolie replied "But, as you asked first...My name is Jolie."

Giving away the nature of her mission would be stupid. She'd read the guy's aura, seeing that he appeared human, but not quite. Perhaps he was half-human? There was no way of telling, as she hadn't seen the likes of his aura before. It put her on edge, but that didn't mean the stranger was a threat by any means. Picking an unnecessary fight over a hunch just wasn't who she was any more.
"I heard this place has been abandoned for quite some time, making it ideal for a home. This used to keep crazy people in, perhaps it could also keep crazy people out."
She shrugged "That's what I'm hoping anyway."

She'd been lying for decades. From SS Officers to modern day Vampires, it was a speciality. Even so, she still hoped that the man would buy her lie. She'd been called out before.
darkred Rysesaka
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Venkman: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

Venkman paused, processing his next words. Sending this Vampire off to Mos Eisley would be no different from killing her. If the sun didn't kill her, something else in the wasteland would.
There was one solution he could think of, but it wasn't good. Still, it would be better than the alternative.
"There's one place we can go. My magic just shows a direction, but there's people a lot more powerful than me. A lot more. Only problem is, it's on the other side of this planet."

He motorboarded his lips
"Something else we can try though. There's a being who protects this place, goes by the Guardian. She has magic I've not seen before. I'm not quite sure what she's capable of, but it couldn't hurt to ask if she has some kinda locating spell."

Eliasdagood
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Markiplier: Rush Valley, Xing Empire, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

Mark took the bag in hand, but thankfully didn't throw up. He took a few heavy breaths and handed the bag back to the girl.
"Thanks." He panted "I wouldn't...I wouldn't look if I were you. It's..."

He shook his head and looked up, seeing that a few police officers were arriving on the scene and trying to get the crowd to dissipate. He kept looking at the girl though, seeing if she would try to get a look at the bodies. In his mind, nobody should see that, let alone suffer the fate of those people. He couldn't be sure as to how they died, but it must have been horrible.

He'd start asking around the first chance he got, find out had happened and make sure it didn't happen again.

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

Karla grinned as a patron charged at her. She ducked out of the way and headbutted in straight in the chest. Her ram-like horns knocked the wind clean out of him and he fell to the ground. As he tried to stand she struck him across the face with her tail and kicked him in the ribs.

"On your left!"
She turned and punched an Orc square in the face before wrapping her tail around his arm and twisting it. He yelled as she threw him to the ground and there was a crack as his shoulder popped out of place. With a grin, Karla tossed a glass at another approaching thug but it did little to phase the Krogan. He charged forwards like a bull, barrelling into Karla and knocking her down.

As he stood on top of her, preparing to throw a punch she wrapped her tail around his throat, staring to choke him as she tried to kick him off with her legs. He weighed a ton, and kicks to the stomach didn't seem to phase him in the slightest. Thankfully, he was occupied with trying to grab for his throat to pull the tail away.
"Get off!" Karla shouted. She rolled out from underneath him as he backed up, still trying to get a grip on her tail. With a bloodied nose she released his neck and stood with her first ready. The Krogan chuckled and prepared to charge.
Before either could get another blow in, King entered the ring and the fight died down in moments.

"Shame. I was enjoying that."
"Same." Karla panted, a large grin on her face "We should do this again sometime. One on one."
The Krogan chuckled "I'd crush you like a toothpick."
"I dunno, toothpicks can be pretty dangerous. I once killed a person with a tootpick."

Hearing King's proposal, Karla winked at the Krogan, passed him a piece of paper and walked towards him.
"Part-time, huh?" She asked "I'll take that drink, and I may have a proposal."

"Karla, what are you doing?"
"A friend of a friend is coming here in a few minutes. Wants me and a friend for a job. I could put in a good word. If you want. Although...They might have heard of you already, King."

@GearBlade654 Zerohex
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Steve Rodgers: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​

Steve did little more than listen to the stories. They made for a good distraction from his current problem and it gave him breathing space to think. Brymor Crossing and The Sword Coast had to be on another planet, he was sure of it. There had to be a way off though, perhaps a ship or some sort of teleportation device like the Bifröst.
The stories were droned out as Steve thought about his next move. However, he jumped to attention as a scream was heard just outside the tavern. He looked at at the two warriors and ran towards the door.
Freshet Donder172 MikaboshiEinst
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Alva Bòideach: The Citadel Presidium (Gladius-I)​

"What kind of things?" Alva asked
"Just some questions, maybe a test or two. Just to make sure you're not carrying any diseases."

Her eyes widened.
"Don't worry. Like I said, you're not in trouble. You just need to follow us."
She looked at Oliver, than at the soldier they'd run into before sighing. Even if the guards were a bit off-putting, getting on their bad-side would be a mistake she couldn't afford to make.

Rubbing her arm, Alva followed the C-Sec officers with Sheeva at her side and Oliver behind her. She glanced back at Samus and nodded as if to say 'come on'.

Specialist
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Harley Quinn: Omega (Gladius-IV)​

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Harley laughed when Victor said his friend had never flown a spaceship before.
"It's not like riding a bike. Unless there is a ship that runs like that, but I dunno. This isn't Independence Day, you can't just get behind the wheel and fly like Will Smith did."
Smiling, she looked over at Headhunter again "Guy that dropped me off said there's one person on this space station that knows where to get anything. So long as we don't piss her off, you might be able to get somethin'. Her name is Aria, and she's an alien. A blue, scary alien."

She outstretched her arms, twirling on the spot "This is her place. The club, this station. Her property"
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Douglas Ken: Seoul-Don, Tellestia (Gladius-I)​

Douglas squinted when he heard the demonic laugh.
"Okay. Weird."
Something was off about the newcomer, really off. Douglas couldn't quite put his mind on it, but he was sure there was something wrong with him. Perhaps he wasn't human? Too early to say.
"Who's coming?" Douglas asked. He kept his eyes on the man just in case he tried anything, but also used his canine senses to listen out in case something, or someone approached from behind.
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[darkred]

I could ask you the same question." Jolie replied "But, as you asked first...My name is Jolie."

Giving away the nature of her mission would be stupid. She'd read the guy's aura, seeing that he appeared human, but not quite. Perhaps he was half-human? There was no way of telling, as she hadn't seen the likes of his aura before. It put her on edge, but that didn't mean the stranger was a threat by any means. Picking an unnecessary fight over a hunch just wasn't who she was any more.
"I heard this place has been abandoned for quite some time, making it ideal for a home. This used to keep crazy people in, perhaps it could also keep crazy people out."
She shrugged "That's what I'm hoping anyway."

She'd been lying for decades. From SS Officers to modern day Vampires, it was a speciality. Even so, she still hoped that the man would buy her lie. She'd been called out before.

Marcus Wright
Location: New Metropolis- Near Asylum Asylum (Gladius- IV)

"My name? It's Marcus."

The half terminator raised an eyebrow at Jolie again and frowned. "Looks like a little strange to me this place is still standing if it's abandoned. I've seen worse shaped buildings coming out of a war with the machines."

Marcus was indirectly trying to pick through the woman's lies. He wasn't a ex-criminal for nothing.

The Mad Queen Rysesaka

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[The Mad Queen]

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

"Machines?" Jolie asked "Did you come here from the North?"
She'd heard about the machine city. The Sentinels, the Terminators, farms where people were harvested for their energy and underground factories the size of cities. It was a hellscape she had no business travelling to.
If Marcus had survived that place, he knew how to handle himself at the very least. There wasn't much else she could tell about him though. She'd relied on reading auras from the mid-40s, and aside from him not being 100% human she was drawing a blank.

"It got struck when the Great Hunger attacked, and it's been left alone ever since. The stories say that a lot of bad stuff happened here, so people in the city tend to avoid it. Makes it perfect for a place to set up, I think."
She gave him a half-smile.

darkred Rysesaka

 

[darkred]

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

"Machines?" Jolie asked "Did you come here from the North?"
She'd heard about the machine city. The Sentinels, the Terminators, farms where people were harvested for their energy and underground factories the size of cities. It was a hellscape she had no business travelling to.
If Marcus had survived that place, he knew how to handle himself at the very least. There wasn't much else she could tell about him though. She'd relied on reading auras from the mid-40s, and aside from him not being 100% human she was drawing a blank.

"If got struck when the Great Hunger attacked, and it's been left alone ever since. The stories say that a lot of bad stuff happened here, so people in the city tend to avoid it. Makes it perfect for a place to set up, I think."
She gave him a half-smile.

darkred Rysesaka

Marcus crossed his arms and was surprised Jolie knew about the machines and everything about them in the machine city.

"I'm assuming you know about John Connor, then. He's. a friend. "

The man he saved a long time ago with his own heart. The same heart that regrew in his system making him still alive today.

"It's a long story."

He hated that Skynet found its own allies in the machine city of all places but at least the Resistance had some help as well

Connor better hold the good fight against the terminators and the Sentinels for a while.


The Mad Queen Rysesaka
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[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
She looks nervous at the mention of a guardian. “And she would be willing to help a creature like me?” She asks cautiously. Even most vampires dislike half breeds like herself. But it’s a risk she’s willing to take to get back to her father quickly. Then her eyes widen, and she grins, looking like she might cry from excitement. “I can hear him! He’s okay! Oh, thank the gods!”


Farator: Unknown, Darkened Skies, (free space)
Farator is confused. There is no movement when he wakes. Surely they are not at their destination already? He pushes the lid of his coffin open, his scarlet eyes narrowed as he searches the surrounding area. He curls his lip, the scent of stale blood and chemical smoke accosting his nose. Certainly not what he was expecting. Namorae. He calls, crossing his arms, only to flinch at the sheer volume of her response.

Father! Oh, thank the gods! I was so afraid you’d been killed-
Stop. Breathe. He commands, waiting till her emotions seem to stabilize a bit.
Now, please explain, clearly and slowly, what in the circles of hell happened. And why you are not here.
Gods, she is so emotional. Sometimes he wonders where she possibly learned that trait. It wasn’t from him.
That’s… a long story. It seems like we got taken out of our world, and put in another one… and nothing makes sense any more! I found a mage who says he’ll help me get to you, but I think you ended up on another planet.

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… Alright. I will see if I can find someone to tell me where I ended up. That should make it easier. He has a lot to process. But getting his daughter to safety comes first. And she is safest near him.

He picks up his coffin by the straps attached to the backboard, wearing it like a backpack, and runs up the wall of the alley nearest him, sitting on the roof to try and spot someone to speak to.
The Mad Queen

 

[Donder172]

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

Steve did little more than listen to the stories. They made for a good distraction from his current problem and it gave him breathing space to think. Brymor Crossing and The Sword Coast had to be on another planet, he was sure of it. There had to be a way off though, perhaps a ship or some sort of teleportation device like the Bifröst.
The stories were droned out as Steve thought about his next move. However, he jumped to attention as a scream was heard just outside the tavern. He looked at at the two warriors and ran towards the door.
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Ulfi looked towards the door as she heard the scream outside the tavern. She stood up and made her way to the door as well. Moving out of the tavern to see what is going on.

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[Specialist]

Samus-007/Gladius I: The Presidium (The Ward?)
[Interacting with: The Mad Queen ; Open to Interaction]​

Samus was already striding behind to catch up; whatever facial expression obscured behind a crimson visor. Boss grunted inside her head, and Samus kept walking as he sighed, and spoke up.

'I don't like this.'

"I don't either, Boss. Any ideas?"

'Their security is pretty tight. The only remote access point I found was guarded by another construct. Another AI aboard this station. Damn thing was armed to the teeth. with protocols that would even frustrate a Forth-Gen.'

"Right. Let's just focus on keeping our heads."

The Spartan tailed behind the trio and their escorts, taking in every detail of the alien's armor and weaponry as Boss attempted a superficial VISR scan.

Vasu 'Koromai/Gladius IV: The Badlands
[Interacting with: Open to Interaction]​

One second had passed. Two. Three. The world remained entrenched in darkness following the large flash of light descending form the heavens above. An imposing armored figure clad in heavily ornamental armor laid facedown in the dust-laden concrete ground. Slowly, they began to stir, and a deep, gutteral growl signaled their awakening. Vasu blinked rapidly, pushing himself upright as the Sangheili Zealot rose to his full height of eight feet. Their were decimated Human buildings overgrown with native fauna and vegetation, and the sun was tucked behind a blanket of grey clouds; culminating to produce a very urban-apocalyptic area. The mandibles on his face parted only in what could be resumed as a shocked response- was this one of the worlds post-Covenant invasion? He checked over himself to ensure his weapons were intact- and miraculously, they were. His shielding was up, and his armor was powered. Nothing appeared to function incorrectly, as far as he could tell.

The Covenant. His upbringing into that military conglomerate had been betrayed by the slaughter of his kin from those vile apes. Emitting another growl, he clenched his hands into fists and muttered to himself, "Ei tugreacch oox kiya." (I have a bad feeling about this..) before beginning to walk toward the buildings overlooking the horizon.

 

[The Mad Queen]

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

"I can imagine."
He'd probably seen a lot, and it was no wonder he'd left it behind. Perhaps his weird aura could be explained away by something they did to him? No way of knowing, and she wasn't going to pry into his history. That was his business, his chip in the shoulder...His trauma. She found herself sighing. She didn't need to breathe, that hadn't been the case in decades. It was habit, like licking your fingers before turning a page or biting your fingernails.

"You know, I'm sure there's a spare room. This place had plenty of them. I wouldn't mind having a neighbour." She gave him a half-smile for good measure.
She'd be going into the depths of the Asylum anyway, there was a good chance they would barely cross paths if he stayed there. She could lie and say she was scoping the rest of the place out.
The last thing she wanted was getting someone else involved in her shit.
darkred
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Venkman: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

He sighed in relief. The girl's father was awake, and as far as Venkman could tell he hadn't killed anyone, at least not yet. That would have sparked some kind of reaction from her. She seemed to genuinely care about the well-being of others, which was more than he could say for the majority of people that lived on this planet. The Pentacles sure, they helped each other and sometimes reached out to others. They'd do a lot more for the planet if paradoxes didn't hold them back but there were Mages among them he couldn't care less.

They had a psychic link of some kind, her and her father. It made it even clearer to him that Father probably just meant Sire. There was a slight chance it could be both though. If she was born before her father was turned into a Vampire, it added up. He'd seen it before.
"If he gives us a location, it'd be easier to find him. Ask him what it looks like. The sky, the trees? Anything significant. Might be able to pin down the planet."
Eliasdagood
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Alva Bòideach: The Citadel Presidium (Gladius-I)​

The group was led towards a door. As the C-Sec officer approached, he activated his omni-tool and the door opened. While Alva merely glanced at the thing, Oliver's eyes widened. He only got a brief look at the tech, but he was pretty sure he wanted one. He chose to hold his tongue though, merely looking back at Samus, Alva and Sheeva and nodding.
"It'll be alright."

"This place is covered in green. At the first opportunity, command it create a diversion and we can get out."
"No." Alva whispered under her breath, turning her head to talk into her shoulder "We're doing this my way."
"Please come this way." The officer said
Specialist
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[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
She pauses, exchanging information on that. “Night, cloudy, he can’t see the stars. Some kind of city or town, but he suspects it’s a bad area. Smells like old blood. He can’t see anyone, for better or worse.” She reports. “I’m suggesting he find a place to hide out. Sunrise could be any minute, and he can hardly afford to just hide his coffin in the alley.”
The Mad Queen

 

[Specialist]

Samus-007/Gladius I: The Presidium (The Ward?)
[Interacting with: The Mad Queen ; Open to Interaction]​

If there was one thing that irritated Samus more than a guard, it was an alien. Nonetheless, she followed swiftly behind and caught a momentary glance at the wrist-mounted holographic display, which made Boss scoff. She didn't like where this was heading, and glanced at her group's members as frequently as she was looking around the environment. For the first time, she had no clear sense of where to go and what to do. She hated it, but she thrived on improvisation.

Vasu 'Koromai/Gladius IV: The Badlands; New Metropolis
[Interacting with: Open to Interaction]
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Asking for directions was not going to happen.

Vasu 'Koromai had been heading East for quite some time by now, taking everything in on a swivel while reflecting why it could have possibly been that they'd went into Slipspace, came out, and he was the only survivor. What little answers formed to correctly guess his questions came up short, and that city over there looked... Human. As the sizes and shapes of buildings just barely scraping along the top of large walls build around the city, Vasu's mandibles twitched in irritation. If this enterance had some kind of guard at the front of it, that meant he had to talk to people. If these guards were anything bearing resemblance to the UNSC, there would be a problem. Blowing out a huff of air, the Sangheili began striding toward the entrance to the compound.

 

[The Mad Queen]

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

That didn't really narrow things down. So many of the planets he'd read about had light pollution, so not being able to see the stars was nothing unique. The smell of old blood and a lack of large crowds of people helped a little bit. Her father wasn't on a Gladius-I world, that was for sure and the fact that he could see the sky at all meant he wasn't on a station like Omega of the Tavern.
"Smart. Tell him to find somewhere abandoned."
Going underground was an option, sure but so many planets had creatures living beneath the surface.
"Hold on a sec."

Venkman climbed up to the crow's nest of the ship and whistled.
"Hey!" He placed his hands at the side of his mouth "Hey, Guardian! I need your help with something!"

He'd probably called the attention of the whole Graveyard from where he was standing, or at least within a few miles. Even from his elevated position he couldn't seen an end to it. He did however, see The Guardian. She stepped out from behind a ship, standing at about the size of an African elephant and started to walk to the ship.

As she got in range, Venkman continued.
"I've been trying to help the dead since I got here, now I need your help to help somebody that's living...Well, sort of."

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

A Quarian sat behind a desk, looking at a screen in front of her.
"Hey." One of the officers said "We picked these ones up just outside. I think they just got here."
"Tenth ones today."

She looked up "Can I get any of you water or anything? Also, you might want to sit down."
"I'm okay standing." Oliver said

Alva sat down in front of the desk "Miss, just...Please just tell us what's going on. What is this place?"
"The Citadel."

Specialist
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[The Mad Queen]

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

Just as he thought. The stranger was too far away. He took a few steps forwards, but kept his rifle drawn just in case things turned violent. He looked around, seeing a rock he could take cover behind if the stranger opened fire.
"Listen!" He called out, trying to carry his voice as much as possible "I'm not looking to fight! Just wanna talk, okay?!"

He took a few more steps. The rock was closer now, so he felt more comfortable. A sprint and a dive would be all it took to get behind it now. So long as he kept his head low, it wouldn't get blown off. A shot might take off his hat though, but a bullet hole might just give it character.
"That girl ain't going nowhere, not at least until we know who you are."

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[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
Namorae looks nervous, her eyes wide as she looks up at the guardian. One of the ghosts nearest her tries to reassure her, but Namorae knows her aura bears necromancy. Not that she’s ever used it to harm a spirit, just because of what she is. She knows she wears a human disguise at the moment, but she doubts that will help. She raises a hand in a wave, smiling nervously. “Hello.”
The Mad Queen

 

[darkred]

Gen. John Connor
North: Machine City/ Gladius IV: The Badlands

"Bear"/ John Connor listened to various lines being patched over to him while he watches from a long distance away. Not only had Skynet returned, but it joined forces with another AI, which meant even worse things on the horizon.

He sipped a old cup of four day old coffee, musing over what to say to the Resistance troops among many others fighting for his cause.

"Bear here, Whiskey Alpha, what's your status?"

Lt. Sarsk here, Bear.. A few monkey wagons and... METAL!"

A sizzle in communications and various shots of plasma rifles are heard in the background.

Lt, answer me! ANSWER ME!"

Another Lt. down again.

The Mad Queen

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[Resistance Slang]
monkey wagon- prisoner transport
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[darkred]

Marcus Wright
Location: New Metropolis- Near Asylum Asylum (Gladius- IV)

"Sure, why not. Have a better place to live and a big upgrade is nice compared to the crunched buildings we lay on in the machine city.

"Pretty sure Blair and the others wouldn't like me giving up on them so soon though."

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[Specialist]

Samus-007/Gladius I: The Presidium (The Ward?)
[Interacting with: The Mad Queen ; Open to Interaction]
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"What year is it? What is the Citadel?" Samus's question came next. Already, Boss was running for any checks on a previously unknown 'Citadel' occupying UNSC controlled Space. With nothing coming up, he shoved those proccesses aside and merely listened for more information. The masked woman- one she could only presume to be another Alien, was interesting to say the least; as if a Grunt had been female, and was more... Humanoid. 'Too much information.' Samus thought to herself. This whole getup was outright bizzare, and frankly, it was starting to test her patience.

Vasu 'Koromai/Gladius IV: The Badlands; New Metropolis
[Interacting with: Open to Interaction]
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Vasu got closer to the architecture. Sangheilios was never one to be sightly, and the Covenant's method of construction was unlike anything observed on Sangheilios or Earth, for that matter. This was a Human city, plain and simple. Disgusting. Regardless of outcome, Vasu knew it was safer in here than to be wandering these apocalyptic conditions. It wasn't a question of how bad coud it be, rather, it was a question as to what awaited him on the other side of the gate. Vasu made his way to the doors, and attempted to enter the cityscape.

 

[Freshet]

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

Ah good, it was a nice sign and feeling for the nameless mook managed to get Ulfi caught onto the elements needed to tell a story. A story could not be rushed, elements needed to be explained, your listener needed to be able to imagine the scenario. While the mook did not know of these things, he could imagine a giant wall inscribed with various legends, that of massive dragons and…

...He didn’t need much imagination to know of the practice of reanimating the undead. Upon the use of that the nameless mook began gulping, as sweat began pouring down his brow. His eyes were widened in fear as he proceeded to wipe it off, taking a few breaths in and out to calm himself.

He didn’t need to worry about the Black Demon Sect, not any more right? Surely the last of their remnants were those former peers who actually remained indoctrinated by that charismatic master of the blade, who were slain by Shang. But what if they were not? Was it possible more of the Order stayed behind at the Wasteland of Spirits to find even more Demons to make unholy pacts to, to learn techniques of qi manipulation even more deadly than what he had witnessed?

This caused Fat Shang to remain motionless, stuck in a frozen fear in his chair. They, those among his former peers who were fully a part of his teachings and did not cowardly slink away, would not stop until the one who slew Bones of Creation was dead. And chances were, they all thought it was the work of Shang...

...This daze was broken as the former mook was awoken by a shriek of some description. Perhaps dealing with this would not only be heroic, but would be a method of paying off a ludicrous amount of drinks he had put upon his head. He hoped the bartender would understand and would not hold him back to pay for it just yet, so he followed the others with his hand upon his sword ready to draw it.

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

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“Marvellous, marvellous!~” declared Verdi as she vigorously clasped Ashe’s own hand and gave it a vigorous shake. With a gleam in her eye she gave the Ashe and the floating robot head a smirk as she spoke. “Considering how ah...”

Verdi looked back towards the pile of ash, which was now blowing away like dust in the wind. What used to be a terror of the wastelands, a creature that perhaps just simply wished for a friendly game of ‘chase the laser’, was nothing more than dust in the wind. However to Verdi it was just a creepy crawly so her glance back at it was at disdain before her face grew far more happy to see said ashes blow away in the wind.

Shaking her head vigorously she once again beamed a smile towards Ashe. “...Well if you can do that to the many, many people who try to rush the stage, when it is not revolutionary and just a means to attack, or to keep away fans at bay who try to do more than what is needed at signings, or papparazi… I think we’ll have a good relation on that front!”

“Now then...” Verdi looked towards the horizon where Diamond City was and began walking that way, gesturing for Ashe to follow. “I should not have any trouble establishing a gig, a city has many, many venues. If you are aware of any venue needing live entertainment, that is in desperate need of it you shall tell me so that I may hit there first. If not we shall be going from building to building to find appropriate gigs. Understood?”

Thepotatogod

 

[Thepotatogod]

• Rush Valley
• Hunting Grounds
• Machine City
• Cynthia

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  --Minako Arisato--
  The Mad Queen
  
  
  
  Minako was already staring at the bodies the moment the man had took the bag. It reminded her of a certain accident that took the lives of her own family that fateful night; both her parents, and a twin brother. She never knew how he would grow up to be if that didn't happen, but she suppose that he'll be a fine looking man. Her own reminiscence of the past was interrupted by the man handing the bag back to her, soon giving her half of a warning not to look. He probably thinks Minako's quite innocent in disturbing matters like say, gore.
  
  "I know..." Minako simply replied, taking the bag and folding it into a tiny rectangle and slipping it in between the rope carrying her Naginata. Perhaps she could use this later on. She soon noticed some other people pushing the others through the crowd, many of which are uniformed...Perhaps they're the guards of this city? "We should probably leave the bodies to the authorities for now." She said, glancing around once more for any suspicious folk. She gripped the rope that held her Naginata as she scanned the now dispersing crowd. She couldn't help but feel that something dangerous is lurking nearby, and if her hunch is right, it would be the thing that did those three in.
  
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  --Penny Polendina--
  Corrosion GrieveWriter Noam
  
  
  Penny turned her attention to the person who had just arrived, claiming that he is not one of 'them'. There seems to be a larger organization at play here. The man claimed that he is only looking for his son.
  
  Just then, the pilot, Cooper suggested that they move right away due to his mech running low on power. Honestly, Penny feels like she needs to get her hands on that power source as well. Who knows how long her current source will last after she was wished away from her world? Regardless, she approached the man.
  
  "It's okay, we believe you." Penny said, "I believe it would be best if you followed us...I fear that it'll get far more dangerous from this point on." Penny told the man, urging him to follow the group. Penny would walk beside the man as the group headed for their destination...
  
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  --Ryuga Banjou || "Sing Love"--
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  The sounds of laser gunfire shook Ryuga awake, sounds of explosions echoed through the walls of the vehicle, presumably a truck of some sort. The former boxer's eyes shot open upon hearing the explosion, soon rubbing his head in pain as he looked around.
  
  "The hell...?" Ryuga muttered as the pain cleared away, regain full consciousness. Along with it, an alarmed state. "What the hell's going on?!" He stood up and began to scan around the vehicle. There doesn't appear to be anyone inside except for one, white hair, twin tailed woman, clad in white clothes with her hoodie open, revelaing a lovely white bikini for reasons unknown. She was leaning against the wall opposite to Ryuga's, having quite the nap.
  
  "So noisy..." The woman stirred awake with a blissful yawn, soon turning her attention to the man in front of her. "Oh? This is..." She glances around, and soon patted the floor, a soft 'TONG!' sound echoed through the vehicle. "Ah, I see...I've been captured, somehow." She lets out a smile, "How interesting." She giggled, grabbing the attention of the distressed boxer.
  
  "You...You're not even worried about what they're going to do to us?!" Ryuga asked, approaching the woman.
  
  "As if they could even lay a finger on me." The woman spoke in an arrogantly dignified tone, "I could break free if I wish, but where's the fun in that?"
  
  "Fun? Are you crazy?!" Ryuga growled before letting out an aggravated sigh. "Whatever! I'm gonna bust outta here no pro..." He was about to declare his leave when he noticed he couldn't find any of his weapons nor gear in his person, except for his bottles. Somehow, they didn't take his bottles despite it being of alien origin.
  
  "Did you really think they'd let you keep your equipment?" The lady in white asked with a raised brow, "How moronic." That statement caused Ryuga to click his tongue and drop into an indian sit, arms crossed with one another.
  
  "Oh, shut up!" Ryuga barked, facing the woman in white. "...What's your name, anyway?" He asked, thinking that if he's gonna get stuck here for a while, he might as well ally himself with the only person here.
  
  "Good question." The woman in white nodded as she rubbed her chin, "What should I call myself for the time being?" She asked herself, earning a brow raise from Ryuga. "Hmm...I suppose you could call me 'Sing Love'."
  
  "What kinda name is that?" Ryuga asked, "Sounds stupid."
  
  "Oh hoh hoh! Is that so?" Sing laughed, "I'll be the judge of that! What's your name?" She asked in a challenging tone, pointing at Ryuga.
  
  "Ryuga." Ryuga's simple introduction. "The name's Banjou Ryuga."
  
  "...Meh." Sing sighed in an unamused manner.
  
  "The hell's that reaction, huh?!" Ryuga growled, "In anycase, I guess we'll be in each other's care for now." He sighed, taking a peek at his bottle. He didn't know where he is nor where his comrades are, but he hopes that they're alright...Somehow.
  
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  --Tokiwa Sougo || Woz--
  Topless The Mad Queen
  
  
  Sougo was a bit surprised as the white haired horned girl came to his side and held his hand. It was...Quite warm, that much is noticeable. Considering it's a child, it's natural to think that she's perfectly healthy. Regardless, he glanced at the child and held her hand back.
  
  "Hello there~" Sougo smiled warmly at the dragon child, trying to connect with the child.
  
  Woz would then appear beside Sougo, opposite to the side where Kanna held his hand. He continued reading his book, deciding to read on Cynthia's King, Victor Von Doom. The information was scarce, suffice to say, as it only described Doom as the ruler of a country who loved his rule. It said that he defended his kingdom when the Great Hunger struck it's fangs on his world, attempting to protect the country. Surely an Overlord Sougo would look up to.

 

[Ennuis]

Messier: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) ​

It was moments like this that made Messier wish she had been confined to something like weeds, or really anything that wasn't a rock, but what could she do? Other than move her feet as fast as she could of course, but the stranger surrounded by strange animals shouting caused her to stop. "WHAT?! NO, I DON'T KNOW THEM!" She didn't know why they wanted to know that, but Messier couldn't think of a reason to lie to them. Besides, what harm is there in telling the truth? But what did they mean when they said they were a saber? Did they mean saber kitty? That can't be right, they were way too tall for that. "PROVE IT! SHOW ME YOUR TAIL AND I'LL BELIEVE YOU!"

But before that stranger could show her their tail, the other stranger raised their weapon and made the bold claim of not wanting to fight. Was this culturally acceptable here? Because it sure wasn't smart to do in Ivoire, but this place was pretty weird... Wait, did this mean those guys before were peaceful? Messier gulped as she considered the possibility. The armed stranger then crept closer to the hooded stranger and seemed to be saying something, but she couldn't make it out. "HUUUUUH?! I CAN'T HEAR YOU! YOU NEED TO SPEAK UP!" Was this another cultural thing here? To have conversations with people by yelling at them from so far away?

The Mad Queen DrBones

 

[DrBones]

Solution: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)


A wave of indignation washed over Solution. Here she was, foolishly expecting foreigners and children to recognize the authority of a Shaper, and receiving nothing but confusion and... well, entirely expected childishness. Were there really rumors going around that Shapers had grown tails for themselves? Preposterous, even for a child's fantasies!

Solution pinched the bridge of her nose. She had neither the time nor the patience to sit around explaining herself at the top of her lungs. These foreigners had already declared themselves as non-threats, a point that Solution could already see by virtue of only one of them wielding anything close to a weapon. And this child clearly showed that she, at least, knew what a Shaper was... if not what they looked or acted like. It was time for her to show some initiative. She was done with this "negotiating from afar" horseshit, and, as always, it came down to a Shaper to show initiative.

Solution marched confidently towards Messier, pointedly ignoring the empty demands provided by those foreigners. Her entourage followed closely behind, holding themselves high and watching their peripherals closely. As Solution came near, she boldly scolded Messier. "Did your parents never teach you to obey the commands of a Shaper, child? We do not have tails, and we only sometimes expect backtalk!"

Ennuis The Mad Queen Noivian

 

[Corrosion]

JACK COOPER AND BT-7274
The Hunting Grounds
Wild Space
GrieveWriter Noam Thepotatogod The Mad Queen
​

"I am capable of carrying my own 40-ton weight." BT told the knight. "There is more than enough space for all of you on my back. Grab onto one of the access handles on my chassis."

Once everyone had climbed on board, BT had his way over the the edge, and then slowly and carefully lowered himself down. It was a long drop, and neither Cooper or BT had any intention of dropping any of their passengers. Slowly, the Titan began to climb downwards and into the dense jungle below.

"So," Cooper began, getting the Japanese man's attention. "You got a name?" He asked. "You've been here the longest out of all of us, so have any idea what this place is?"

 

[The Mad Queen]

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

Harry lowered his rifle as the Shaper stepped out, following her as she approached Messier. As Cait went to raise her gun, Harry shook his head. She just chuckled
"Outworlders." She shook her head "You don't know this place at all and yet ya still act like ya feckin' own it."
"Be nice..."
"Fine. You handle this idjit, then." She glared at the creatures escorting the outworlder "Nice pets."
"Listen, Shaper. This kid doesn't know you. She doesn't know what a Shaper is. None of us do...So just, leave her be, okay?"

He shook his head "Did you see a blue light before you arrived in this place? If you did, it's because you got teleported here. Nobody here, as far as I know knows what a Shaper is. New place, new rules."
DrBones Noivian Ennuis
OPEN TO INTERACTION

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

As The Guardian stepped closer to the ship, she started to lower in size until she stood at about seven feet tall.
"Does this creature require my aid?"
"Oh yeah. Do you have any location spells?"
"Yes. Does she need help in locating someone?"
"Her father. He's on another planet. They got separated by the blue light."

The Guardian took a few more steps towards Namorae.
"How strong is your bond? The power of my spell depends upon it, child."
Eliasdagood
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Alva Bòideach: The Citadel Presidium (Gladius-I)​

"Oh." The Quarian replied "It's two hundred and seven G. Two hundred and seven years since The Citadel arrived to Gladius. The Citadel, it's a space station that holds the political capital for this system as well as housing. You aren't the first refugees to arrive here and sadly, you won't be the last."
She could be heard sighing behind her mask "You might want to sit down."
"I'm already sitting down. Just tell us what's happening."
"Your universes were destroyed and something brought you here."

They'd killed the demon to save reality at the cost of their own dimension. How could other universes be affected? Had it spread? Perhaps the neighbouring universe had been affected?
She tightly clenched her fists and started to breathe heavily
"Wh-what happened?"
"Something called The Great hunger spread across reality, consuming everything."

Alva shut her eyes "What did it look like?"
"What?"
"What did it look like!?"
"This blackness with colour in it. Sometimes it had tendrils or even minions."

Alva gasped, nearly falling off of the chair. The blackness, the tendrils. It sounded just like the demon they'd killed. Had it been for nothing?
Oliver ran to her side
"Alva. Alright, take deep breaths. I'm with you. In though the nose, out through the mouth. Take it slow."

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

Marcus mentioned something about others waiting for him, back in the machine city. There was a girl as well, Blair.
"A man here gives supplies to the Resistance. Weapons, armour, soldiers. If you feel like you need to go back there, it'd be worth it talking to him."
She shook her head "But, I'm sure the war effort can continue if you're absent for a while."
Carrying an entire war on your shoulders was something she knew all too well about. It could eat away at Marcus, if it hadn't already until there was little left of him. It had taken her decades to even start on the road to recovery, and she was immortal. Marcus might not have that luxury.

"Luthor's always looking and the war's not going anywhere while you're here. Laying down for a while isn't going to get anyone killed."

She turned back towards the asylum.
"Your choice. I can point you in the direction of this Luthor guy or you can take a well-deserved break from that morceau de merde (piece of shit) war and I can show you where he is later."

darkred
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Markiplier: Rush Valley, Xing Empire, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

Mark shook his head "I need to do something. You hang back, leave it to the police but I'm going to find who did this and stop them."
He had no idea where to start. He just arrived in Rush Valley, didn't know the town or the people but he knew that he couldn't just stand by and let other people die.

As the crowd started to disperse as police stepped in, they watched from the rooftop of a building by a figure wearing a green cloak. She looked at Mark and Minako briefly before running off into the right.

Spoiler: Butchers of Rush Valley Arc

Despite a ceasefire with India, the Xing Empire faces another threat from within it's own borders as a team of superpowered killers seek to murder and terrorise the population. The reasons for these attacks are currently unknown, but serve a much higher purpose than random mayhem and bloodshed
Location: Rush Valley, Xing Empire
Status: Active

Thepotatogod
OPEN TO INTERACTION

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

Steve was the first one out. Although parts of his body still ached, he could still run much faster than the average man. He saw a lizard-like woman with bronze scales (a Dragonborn) with overalls stained in blood.
"Are you hurt, ma'am?"
"They took my kid..." She muttered "Don't worry about me..."

Freshet Donder172 MikaboshiEinst
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[The Mad Queen]

Sougo was a bit surprised as the white haired horned girl came to his side and held his hand. It was...Quite warm, that much is noticeable. Considering it's a child, it's natural to think that she's perfectly healthy. Regardless, he glanced at the child and held her hand back.

"Hello there~" Sougo smiled warmly at the dragon child, trying to connect with the child.

Woz would then appear beside Sougo, opposite to the side where Kanna held his hand. He continued reading his book, deciding to read on Cynthia's King, Victor Von Doom. The information was scarce, suffice to say, as it only described Doom as the ruler of a country who loved his rule. It said that he defended his kingdom when the Great Hunger struck it's fangs on his world, attempting to protect the country. Surely an Overlord Sougo would look up to.

The walk to the Capital's gates only took a few minutes. There were even more Doombots patrolling the area, among actual citizens of the city who went about their business. Despite the overbearing population of Doombots, they all seemed happy. People walked past the bots as if they weren't even there, like an afterthought.

One of the bots pointed towards a castle atop a hill, overlooking the city.
"Lord Doom is in there. Do you wish to meet in his quarters or on these streets?"
One of the bots looked at Kanna, then back at Sougo
"Is this child staying with you?"

Topless

JACK COOPER AND BT-7274
The Hunting Grounds
Wild Space
GrieveWriter Noam Thepotatogod The Mad Queen
​

"I am capable of carrying my own 40-ton weight." BT told the knight. "There is more than enough space for all of you on my back. Grab onto one of the access handles on my chassis."

Once everyone had climbed on board, BT had his way over the the edge, and then slowly and carefully lowered himself down. It was a long drop, and neither Cooper or BT had any intention of dropping any of their passengers. Slowly, the Titan began to climb downwards and into the dense jungle below.

"So," Cooper began, getting the Japanese man's attention. "You got a name?" He asked. "You've been here the longest out of all of us, so have any idea what this place is?"

"Daisuke." The man answered with a firm nod "Daisuke Eiichi."
He stuck close to Penny "Thank you girl. I am afraid I cannot do much to defend myself, but..." He looked over at Cooper "This place is a game reserve and we are the prey. These monsters pick people off. Now, you people might stand a higher chance given your equipment but I have seen dozens of people butchered and turned into trophies by these things."

He took a deep breath and let out a nervous laugh "I am not a fan of heights, but I will hold on tight."

GrieveWriter Noam Corrosion

 

[Topless]

Kanna Kamui
Gladius-I: Cynthia

Kanna looked up to Sougo as he spoke, responding him by a little wave of her hand. They eventually get out of the forest and into the city itself. The streets are loaded with more robots than actual people, but they don't seem to really mind. They all live in quite peaceful times, something which Kanna is familiar of. Just then, one of the escorting robots asked if Kanna is staying with the two men. Instinctively, Kanna gets herself closer to Sougo.

Thepotatogod The ​

 

[Rysesaka]

Victor Zsasz
Afterlife Club, Omega
Wild Space, Gladius-IV

Victor listened carefully when Harleen was talking. She stated that the one who is ruling this station is a female 'scary, blue alien' which both Victor and Headhunter didn't bother to get scared or feared by this female alien despite her reputation. During their first weeks in Omega, the name Aria is popular here. Harleen said that Aria might be inside the Afterlife Club. Victor needs to make sure if Aria is here.

"So.. you're saying that Aria is here?" He asked Harlem as his eyes began to glare, looking at Harleen.

The Mad Queen

Sandrino Imperial
Trap Street, Seoul-Don
Tellestia, Gladius-I

"A normal human like you appeared in this place." Sandrino replied to his question.

Moments later, Sandrino suddenly knelt down on the ground as he felt the pain. His evil counterpart is trying to take over his body once again. His eyes always transitions from a normal human - to vampire red - and to pitch black at the same time and his black veins began to occur towards his face although since Sandrino is fighting it, the man can see that the veins would sometimes fade and sometimes it comes back.

Sandrino swears in his native tongue as he grunt in pain.

"H-..help me! Argh!" Sandrino looks at Douglas as he struggles in pain. Sandrino really needs help before it gets worse.