Fandom Gladius: A Multi-Fandom RP (Open and Accepting)

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Kanna Kamui
Gladius-I: Cynthia

An honor? What does Woz mean by that? Kanna isn't someone special. She's just a dragon living a peaceful life alongside humans. After being advised to stay with the two men, Kanna nodded once more. Before they set out for the capital, she went over to the future ruler of time, Sougo, and holds his hand as if like a parent taking a stroll with his child in hand.

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[The Mad Queen]

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

Venkman kept a calm expression, his left hand in his pocket. Inside though, he knew. Even if he couldn't see it in the girl's eyes, he knew.
"You might not believe me, Janice but I've been on this road before. Wasn't my dad though."
He closed his eyes for a minute and when he opened them he could see Janice's strand of fate. Just the one. A golden thread of string reaching upwards. He followed it onto the main deck of the boat, seeing that it went up into the sky and...
He sighed
"Fuck."

It was going off-world. Her Sire, he assumed was alive but there was no way Venkman would be able to reach him, at least not from the Graveyard. He squeezed the ridge of his nose and went back into the ship.
"Well, the good news is. He's alive. He's definitely alive." Venkman nodded

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

"It's no trouble, boss..." Alva replied, one eyebrow slightly raised "You know, you're the third AI I've met."
The other two had tried to kill her, but she was willing to give Boss a chance. He seemed friendly enough.
Alva turned to Sheeva and the tiger stayed back as the group approached the guards.
"Hello." Oliver spoke "We're a bit lost, could you give us some directions."

The C-Sec officers looked at each other, and then back at the group.
"You're not from around here, are you?" One of them asked "The cat gave you away."
"Crap." Alva muttered

The second officer stepped forwards "Don't worry, you're not in trouble. We just need to run a few things."

Specialist
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Thomas Davies
Location: Unrelenting Winter

"What the..?"
Davies peered closely at the video feed looking at the bear sized wolf and the odd shape staring at 02. The shape appeared to clear off, hopefully that meant nonhostile.
Hopefully. Davies knew to prepare for the worst, and it came when Davies checked 01's video feed. Smoke in the distance.
"A fire? What... what is that?"
It was smoke. Davies wasn't sure what precisely was causing it, but it warranted investigation. Davies punched in some commands and both Coelacanths continued to advance towards the plume of smoke. 01 lead the way, with 02 trailing behind, turning around every few seconds in case of an ambush.
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It would take a few minute of travel, but as the robot approached the smoke the shape of a settlement surrounded by walls made of wood would come into view. A figure popped up on screen, a humanoid shape armed with a rifle of some kind. He stood atop the wall, looking down at the drone.
"Hey!" He called, shouting at something behind him "I think we've got something! Come take a look!"

 

[Eliasdagood]

She nods, and puts the clip back on, her disguise shimmering back as she waits for him. “Namorae.” She says softly. “This face is named Janice. My real name is Namorae.” She elaborates. She sighs with relief as he says her father is alive. “Thank the stars.” She whispers. “Can you give me a direction? I could hardly expect you to find him with me.”

 

[Freshet]

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

The question of what was his name, cut through him like a blade. The former Black Demon Sect Mook remained quiet, his expression souring as he could not help but gaze down at the black skull mask at his side. Who was he? Was he just another among the legions of fanatical devotees without any other cause but to serve the Bones of Creation? He knew he wasn’t that – he managed to escape from that.

But, he had not yet found his purpose. Like Shang told him upon saving his life, he needed to find something to laugh about, to cry about, someone to share his life with – some purpose that he could call his own so that he could become who he was meant to be.

Steve once again tried to ask where they were, and while the Impostor Shang was inclined once again to remind him this was a tavern, he was enraptured by momentous thoughts. Fortunately the woman Ulfi spoke and provided an answer that he might see fit.

The ex-mook began tapping on his blade as he lightly chuckled, finally turning his head up to gaze at the pair.

“Heh… Well, that is part of what I seek. To carve a path that is truly my own, and come to an understanding so I may no longer be haunted. It is why I wander through Xi You, it is why I wander here – I cannot stop wandering until the answer as to why I am wandering comes to me. Only then can things be truly well and buried, and perhaps I can settle off the twisting roads of destiny and adventure...” with that said the man took another drink from the mug as he glanced towards Ulfi, “...I shall tell you the story of Shang Bu Huan, but I believe the bar would enjoy another story before it comes again. If you would be so kind, please, speak of the Red Eagle.”

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

Giuseppe continued to eagerly hug Ashe in a rather firm embrace as she was quickly asking questions of her. “Aha but how can I be calm when there is so much inspiration, and your heroism no!?” Verdi eagerly declared before letting go of the girl and hopping back a few paces.

With an elegant brush of her hair, Verdi swung her arms back as she grabbed her guitar and gazed upon the scenery. “In the ruins if you prefer a, solo show – if not, I shall comp you to a VIP pass for when I secure my next stage!”

Slinging her guitar over her shoulder with one hand, and another on her hip Verdi grinned. “After all, no venue can resist Giuseppe Fortunino Franceso Verdi, the Rock an Roll Revolutionary! I inspired revolutions before the metamorphic dance between jazz and blues mixed together in a heart-felt typhoon of emotional power with hard hitting rhythms and grooves! All of Italy called my name!”

“Aah mio, ah, was it Ashe I heard no?” Giuseppe swung her guitar back onto the straps of her jacket as she began tapping against a tilted cheek. This was quickly followed by a snap of the fingers as Verdi’s eyes gleamed, followed by a quick clap and dramatic point towards her.

“AH, not only shall I allow you to have a VIP Experience, but how would you wish to be a Roadie for my newest of tours! You won’t have to worry about too much labor, your fingers will remain upon the bones I assure you, buuut you will be expected to party hardy. So how about it, ah as you would say, Sis?” Verdi declared.

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

The brown haired half terminator looked up at the buildings every so often taking in the sight that actual buildings still existed here. Marcus felt a sense of shock and annoyance having no idea where he went. He knew it was no longer Judgement Day: 2018 in his world due to the buildings standing here.

Or the fact he was near a high-security building that said "Arkham Asylum"

The half terminator was cautious on how far he went. He was carrying some sort of Plasma rifle on his back.

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[GearBlade654]

Thomas Davies, Unrelenting Winter
"Uh oh."
Davies wasn't taking a risk. Both Coelacanths immediately began to back up, gas cannons ready in case the apparent survivors tried to damage the robots.
As the Coelacanths backed up, Davies reviewed the feed and took a close look at the humanoid who just appeared-Davies wasn't sure if this meant there were humans who survived there before.
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[The Mad Queen]

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

Karla sat at the bar next to Ser Richard while Gino rested on the counter. They'd been told to wait for somebody to show up, and Karla did not like waiting. Her tail swung back and fourth like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. She clicked her tongue with each swing and her hands twitched slightly.
Ser Richard on the other hand, just watched the cantina and listened to the music.



He tapped his fingers along to the tune, and looked over at Karla.
"Maybe another drink?" He asked
"Sure." Karla nodded

"No alcohol." Gunther cut in. He rested his hands on Karla's shoulders
"Why the hell not?"
"They promised a lot of money, and you need to make a good impression. Just think of all the drink you can buy with that."

Karla groaned "Fine."
She tapped the bar "Excuse me, barkeep?"
"What can I get ya?"
"A um..." She paused. No alcohol. What else could she possibly get? "Cranberry juice?"
"Coming right up."

A bar patron sitting next to Karla leaned in "What 'a you got your period?" He asked
Karla paused for a moment, then grabbed the glass sitting in front of the patron and smashed it over his head.

"Oh, for God's sake..." Gunther muttered

As he was dazed, she tripped him up using her tail and he hit his head against a stool on the way down. The music stopped and a few eyes in the cantina turned to her. Within a few moments, another man across the cantina struck somebody sitting next to him and sure enough, the entire cantina had erupted into a bar brawl.
Patrons, from lizard-people to Orcs to Twi'leks were at each other. Some ducked behind tables or tried to make a run for the door while others embraced it. A Krogan headbutted a Vulcan while somebody threw a Jawa across the room, punting him like a missile as he screamed.
Karla watched with glee, taking in the carnage as a large human man grabbed the arm of a droid and ripped it straight from the socket before using it as a weapon.

"Oh, not again." The barkeeper complained. With the tired look in his eyes, a brawl seemed like little more than a typical Tuesday for him.

With a grin, she took a swig of her drink , cracked her neck and charged right in.

GearBlade654
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[Donder172]

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

The question of what was his name, cut through him like a blade. The former Black Demon Sect Mook remained quiet, his expression souring as he could not help but gaze down at the black skull mask at his side. Who was he? Was he just another among the legions of fanatical devotees without any other cause but to serve the Bones of Creation? He knew he wasn’t that – he managed to escape from that.

But, he had not yet found his purpose. Like Shang told him upon saving his life, he needed to find something to laugh about, to cry about, someone to share his life with – some purpose that he could call his own so that he could become who he was meant to be.

Steve once again tried to ask where they were, and while the Impostor Shang was inclined once again to remind him this was a tavern, he was enraptured by momentous thoughts. Fortunately the woman Ulfi spoke and provided an answer that he might see fit.

The ex-mook began tapping on his blade as he lightly chuckled, finally turning his head up to gaze at the pair.

“Heh… Well, that is part of what I seek. To carve a path that is truly my own, and come to an understanding so I may no longer be haunted. It is why I wander through Xi You, it is why I wander here – I cannot stop wandering until the answer as to why I am wandering comes to me. Only then can things be truly well and buried, and perhaps I can settle off the twisting roads of destiny and adventure...” with that said the man took another drink from the mug as he glanced towards Ulfi, “...I shall tell you the story of Shang Bu Huan, but I believe the bar would enjoy another story before it comes again. If you would be so kind, please, speak of the Red Eagle.”

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"The Red Eagle was a hero of the Reach from the First Era. He was seemingly worshipped by the Forsworn. A group of anti-Nords in the Reach. He was a hero of the same hold during the First Era. He stopped an Imperial invasion. Though he made a deal with a Hagraven, his life as a bargain. His people paid for it, though. There is, unfortunately, not a lot more known." Ulfi said "I found him later in a cave called Rebel's Cairn... and had to find his as a Draugr. An undead warrior." she said, after a moment she added "It's not one of the most known stories. Alduin is a more known one, taking he had influence quite recently. The return of the Worldeater. Bards still sing about that." she chuckled for a moment. Remembering her fight in Sovngarde. Sometimes she wonders how it goes there now.

 

[The Mad Queen]

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

Jolie leaned down, touching the ground as she took in the surrounding area. Somebody else was here, she could hear his footsteps and the beat of his heart. Standing upright, she turned around and saw a man walking up the path to the asylum's gates. Through her Vamperic vision, she got a better look at him. Biker leathers, brown hair and some kind of rifle on his back.

She started to walk towards him, hoping he wasn't hostile. Sure, he carried a rifle but that was normal for this part of New Metropolis. Everybody seemed to pack heat.
Ready to move to cover in case things went south, Jolie waved down at the man.
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Venkman: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

"Oh..." Venkman muttered "There is a problem. Your dad. He's, um..."
He sighed "He's not on this planet. There's a few more in this system he might have ended up on. Can't tell which from here though."

Eliasdagood
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Thomas Davies, Unrelenting Winter
"Uh oh."
Davies wasn't taking a risk. Both Coelacanths immediately began to back up, gas cannons ready in case the apparent survivors tried to damage the robots.
As the Coelacanths backed up, Davies reviewed the feed and took a close look at the humanoid who just appeared-Davies wasn't sure if this meant there were humans who survived there before.
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Looking at the footage, the survivor appeared to be human wearing a large red coat. To protect from the cold, no doubt. The rifle he was holding appeared to be some kind of musket as well.

 

[MikaboshiEinst]

The guard's smile only increased "Of course I can tell you!" He cried "Through song!"
He guard held out his left hand and from seemingly nowhere, a cane landed. He caught it perfectly and started to walk back and forth with a kick in his step.
"Ohhh!" He cried "Welcome. Welcome, my friend. To the happiest place..."

While his singing voice wasn't awful, the lack of any accompanying music or even a consistent tune made the experience a bit unpleasant to say the least.
"In Glladddiuusss! Welcome, welcome my friend. To the Magical Kingdom!"
He dropped the cane, clearing his throat "When reality was...Taken away, all of the good, wholesome stuff ended up here! In this magical place!" He outstretched his arms "They um..." He cleared his throat again "They got me working security as I'm not the best at showtunes." He smiled "I don't mind though. I love this job."

"Dude! You sound fine." Demyx waved off the guys embarrassment. Clearly the guy is loads more better given with experience and a bit of more coaching. "So this is Magical Kingdom huh.." The nobody mumbled trying to compare it in the places he had visited.

The fact that he cant disturb him a little on how out of depth he truly is.

Remembering the officer, Demyx asked " Ummm... What was your name again? I seem to forget ?"

Patrick only scoot in further and rub its body on Demyx'es lap, it previous sick disposition seemed to be fading.

 

[Corrosion]

JACK COOPER AND BT-7274
The Hunting Grounds
Wild Space
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Another girl stepped into the light, this one looking only a year or two older than other with ginger hair and a old-style blouse. Penny, as she introduced a second later. Unsurprisingly, she was equally lost. "Welcome to our little group of lost souls, kid. Any more and maybe we'd have a crowd."

Not even a second layer and yet another person stepped into view. It was an older-looking man this time. His clothes seemed to be dirty and torn, meaning he had probably been here for quite a while now. "Whoa, calm down. You're safe here." Cooper reassured him, noting his distress. However, the Pilot couldn't help but notice what the man had said. "Wait, what do you mean by 'one of them'?"

"Cooper, I have located a functioning Titan battery approximately six kilometres east." BT interrupted, pointing in the direction the battery had been marked on Cooper's HUD. "We will be able to get a better vantage point up ahead."

BT's hatch closed up as Cooper took control. "We're moving out. My Titan here's low on power and needs repairs." Cooper told the group. "Stick close."

He led the group forwards and eventually came to the edge of the forest: a steep cliff downwards that allowed them to see the canopy below. Six kilometres distant was their destination: a crashed IMC carrier that had probably been there for a while, given how it was covered in vegetation and swarming with flight-capable wildlife. It was sitting at the very top of a mesa with a river running through it, ending in a waterfall pouring through a massive hole in its side.

"Just like Typhon, huh, BT?" Cooper asked, remembering how he had to run through a forest and dodge IMC grunts to get Titan batteries for BT.

"This planet's geography and chemical makeup is fundamentally different than that of Typhon. There are also no hostile IMC assets trying to kill you here."

"Wow, BT, I didn't know you had a sense of humour." Cooper chuckled.

"Negative, Pilot. I was simply making observations."

BT leaned down and outstretched his arm to form a makeshift ramp. "Alright, guys. We're climbing down, so get on BT's back and we'll move out." Cooper instructed.

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[The Mad Queen]

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

By the time Mark reached the city, he was exhausted. He wiped the sweat off of his brow and sat down with his back against a building. Thankfully, it was still nighttime.
"I'm never doing that again." He panted

Chica rested on his lap as Mark tried to fight off the urge to fall asleep then and there. Taking a heavy breath, he scanned the entrance to the town. There was a drinking fountain on the outside of a building across the street. Mark sheepishly smiled and stood up, walking towards it and quickly filling his canteen with water. He let Chica take the first swig before filling it up again.
"There you go, puppo. All better." He grinned.

Something troubled him though. There were no people at the entrance. There was a guard tower, and several buildings nearby but he didn't see any people. He scanned around, seeing one person moving further into the town.
"What's going on?" Mark asked
The person did not reply, instead merely running towards a crowd that had gathered. Mark tried to push his way to the front, to get a look at what the big deal was and nearly vomited when he saw it.

There were three bodies. It was as if all moisture had been sapped from them shrivelling the corpses up like prunes. Mark could stare in horror, his mouth wide open.

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"Dude! You sound fine." Demyx waved off the guys embarrassment. Clearly the guy is loads more better given with experience and a bit of more coaching. "So this is Magical Kingdom huh.." The nobody mumbled trying to compare it in the places he had visited.

The fact that he cant disturb him a little on how out of depth he truly is.

Remembering the officer, Demyx asked " Ummm... What was your name again? I seem to forget ?"

Patrick only scoot in further and rub its body on Demyx'es lap, it previous sick disposition seemed to be fading.

The guard seemed to blush a little bit as Demyx complimented his singing, but his smile faded as he asked him his name "Oh no." He said "I must've..." He looked at his shirt "Ah, I've been wearing this thing inside out! I've been working for six hours and nobody told me this thing was inside out?"
He tutted "Oh, well. Suppose it can't be helped."

He smiled at Demyx "My name's Bob, by the way."

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[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
Namorae furrows her brow in confusion. “Another planet? I… do not have a spell to safely carry me that far. How could I find him?” She asks worriedly. She has to get to him.
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[DrBones]

Solution: The Commonwealth, Baldlands, Gladius-IV

Whatever those two people had said to her was lost by the time it reached Solution, the distance too far for normal conversation volume to reach. All she heard was a dull, echoing mumble.
"WHAT?" Solution shouted, raising her voice higher, "YOU'LL HAVE TO COME CLOSER IF YOU WANT ME TO HEAR YOU LIKE THAT!"

Aggro whined quietly, his attention fixed to Messier, finally bringing the girl to Solution's attention. Something about her was upsetting to the creation, though exactly what, Solution didn't know. Perhaps she was a refugee, and perhaps these armed outsiders weren't averse to banditry. Yes, that made more than enough sense. Though it was outside of her mission, it certainly wouldn't hurt to have someone so boldly naive around-- secrets are shared openly among children, after all.

"HEY, YOU! GIRL!" Solution called to Messier, putting on an authoritative, scolding tone, "DO YOU KNOW THESE PEOPLE? DIDN'T YOUR MOTHER TEACH YOU NOT TO TRUST STRANGE FOREIGNERS?! I'M A SHAPER, YOU NEED TO COME TO ME, OKAY!"

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[Rysesaka]

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

"My friend here is a pilot." Victor pats his companion Headhunter. "Although he never tried a spaceship."

Headhunter looked at her in annoyance when Harleen said that as long as he needs to stay away from here, it will be fine.

"Well, miss. Me and my friend here needs to get out of here and come back where we came from." Victor said in confidence, he isn't aware that both of their world are already destroyed by the Great Hunger.

"Well, a wise lady once said, 'don't talk to strangers'." He smirked at her, rebutting Harleen's words that she doesn't want a mess on the stranger's ship.

"You can hire us if you want but if you don't want to, we'll find another one." He smirked.

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

"Wait, what?" Sandrino (including his evil counterpart who is listening) got really confused when he said that his world is 'destroyed'. He blinks for a second until he sense someone coming to this direction.

Douglas then explained that this place is dangerous which cause the evil counterpart to laugh, because of this, a demonic laugh can be heard after Douglas said that Trap Street is dangerous. Sandrino just smiled at him.

"No offense, my friend, but how can a mortal like you help escape this so-called dangerous place?" Sandrino asked the man a question, he is aware that Douglas is also not a mortal but he doesn't know what he is at all since he can't sense him very well. He just considers him a mortal because on the other hand, he still believes that his powers are still 'malfunctioned'.

"Someone is coming by the way."

Chris Walker
Darkened Skies, Gladius-III

Chris looks at the picture, uninterested. Although, since Chris is intelligent and is somewhat sane, he just keeps it in his mind that the guy in the middle might have an affair with his wife. Chris is aware that married American women are like that when they are dissatisfied with their husband, especially the physical appearance and the attitude of one's individual. At least he now knows the face of Peter's wife.

And then there's this newcomer. Chris founds her attractive but because of his mental health and its status, Chris just sigh. If only he could go back in time and instead of fighting violently to the two police investigators, he would have just surrender to them and explains he murdered several people because of PTSD; he thought that they were Taliban.

Anyway, Chris decides to observe the surroundings. To see if someone out there is stalking the group by using his enhanced sense.

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[GrieveWriter]

Sir Alonne: The Hunting Grounds (Gladius IV)​

All in some form of battle?

That had to have something to do with it, yet even still there was something gnawing at the Back of Sir Alonne's mind. That thing he saw moments before he'd been taken, lurching down from the heavens, had that had something to do with it? The girl's tone and pauses indicated that she was withholding some information from them, and Cooper had indicated that his story was too complex to go into detail at the moment. Sir Alonne wouldn't burden them with suspicion. After all, there were many tiny nuances to his quarrel with the King that he knew would confuse the story to anyone outside of the conflict. He'd simply assume the same was true for both and leave the questions for later.

But before he could follow up on that, Cooper's Automaton indicated that it had taken note of whoever was watching them. Cooper wasted no time in calling them out. Surprisingly, they revealed themselves... only it wasn't what Sir Alonne had expected.

Yet another oddly dressed girl stepped from the trees claiming to be a similar situation.

It wasn't that she was a young girl that surprised him, it was that the sense of being stalked still lingered after she revealed herself. BBeneath his helmet, Sir Alonne's eyes widened. Just how many currently had them in their sights?

To his dismay, not long after Penny introduced herself, yet another man came out of the woods. However, he was quick to let loose information that clearly none of the others had. Cooper seemed quick to catch it as well.

Not one of them.

If there was a them, then they'd been correct in assuming they were gathered for a purpose. And considering how terrified the man seemed, it was clear to him that whoever they were had some form of ill intent.

And if they were truly responsible for their capture, then Sir Alonne quickly came to a less than ideal scenario.

He stayed quiet as Cooper's Automaton, BT, mentioned that it was running low on some form of power it was running on. It seemed to detect more of it nearby and soon Cooper was urging all of them to follow.

Sir Alonne wasn't willing to leave their company just yet, and it was more than just the circumstances of their relocation. If his hunch was correct, they'd need that machine fully powered soon. Then again, if his assumption was correct, it might not make a difference in the end.

His helmet let none off this discomfort show through, and Sir Alonne merely nodded as he followed the company, mulling over his thoughts and taking in their appearances as they went. After some time they came across a ledge similar to the one he'd found before, only this time a downed metal structure was visible below.

Sir Alonne gave a look over the cliff, figuring he could probably work his way down on his own if he was able to plot a course. Then again, without his blade covered he wouldn't exactly be as nimble as he could be. He could always risk jumping, he'd made death defying leaps before and never been wounded permanently.

He gave BT a critical look as he watched Cooper offer assistance to climb aboard.

But he shouldn't muse on his own, after all the automaton's controller was right there.

So he spoke up, "Will your automaton not have issue carrying all of us? Myself in particular that is."

It looked fairly sturdy and capable, but he'd seen plenty of automatons before and knew better than to go off appearance alone.

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Operator 6O: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius IV)​

It was actually therapeutic in a way, reaffirming what she already knew. Not focusing on the confusion scenario or the worry or the hard grips digging into her. Yeah, as long as she kept talking this whole kidnapping thing wasn't as bad as she initially thought. Soon she was regaling her captor with the amazing tale of how 2B single handedly took down the main Machine entities controlling the network. And how awesome she and 9S were and how much they struggled and fought hard, and how 2B went out of her way to get a picture of a precious flower that only grew-

"The hell does this have to do with anything?"

6O blinked as her captor turned around and glared at her, they stared at each other for a while before she asked "What do you mean?"

"You were just telling me about how you guys were gonna finish off the robots or whatever, so what the hell's that flower got to do with anything?" he asked with an irritated grunt.

She realized quickly that she'd gone of track and gave an embarrassed little laugh, "Well its just that I had the flower as my background while we were planning the attack so it just jumped up in my-"

"Shut up." he interrupted before turning and glancing over the edge of the building again "Final battle, you were at your post, Go."

With a pout discreetly hidden behind her particular face apparel, 6O continued "Well, with the Adam and Eve units defeated, we figured the machines were weakened enough to deliver a decisive blow, so we were prepping for a full on assault when... well, it came..."

"What came?"

"T-the entity," 6O stumbled a bit as she thought back to that moment "we had sensors in place just in case the aliens ever called for more support. But what showed up was the U.E. Unknown Entity, and it... just tarted swallowing everything. We had to adjust on the spot, units reorganized, by the time it had reached the Bunker we'd only managed to scramble half our assault force to start intercepting when... well, I just kinda woke up here... next to these friends of yours."

She gave a little nod the groaning corpses holding her, doing her best to not freak out as one drooled on her for what felt like the sixth time.

"Friends?" her Captor raised an eyebrow above his sunglasses before scoffing and reaching for the sword strapped to his back.

Operator 6O went wide eyed as he suddenly strode towards her while whipping the sword from its sheathe, and gasped as it suddenly flashed towards her.

Only for the heads of the two corpses to land beside her as the bodies soon followed.

She didn't have long to be confused before her Captor took hold of the by the shoulder and dragged her to her feet and to a door atop the building.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked as he kicked open the door and began leading her downstairs

"Hopefully to someone who has the time to answer you." he grumbled "Got what I needed, now you need to beat it and I need to get a vehicle."

"But who are you!? What happened?" she asked while making sure not to stumble as she was yanked downstairs "What was that Entity and why aren't you on the moon?"

"Ugh, I'm Jesus, that thing was the Great Hunger, probably ate your planet and everyone you knew, but you were spared by getting dragged to another universe." Jesus answered casually

"What!?!"

"Yeah, and that's just the shit I'm willing to answer. Want more?" he asked, pausing and glaring back at her "Then hurry your ass up so I can get a move on."

"B-But-!" she stumbled as once more he began dragging her down the ruined stairs "How can that, where are... that doesn't make any sense!"

"Glad you're noticing the trend here." Jesus stated "Now what don't you understand about 'Hurry?'"

 

[Zerohex]

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

"Well go on, do something! What am I paying you for?!" screamed Barkeep as the brawl started escalating. It was a common occurrence, everyone was on edge and seemingly dead set on acting their dumbest while living in a strange new reach of bumfuck nowhere, but that didn't mean getting your property wrecked was a particularly pleasant experience. So, Barkeep had hired himself a bouncer, after the man had come out well on top of such a brawl in fact. Said bouncer was the besuited red haired man currently watching the fights from a comfortable seat at the side of the bar, back to the wall of course, enjoying occasional drags from a cigar and clearly amused by the hostilities he was apparently keeping track of despite wearing sunglasses indoors. Honestly, he wasn't paid enough to care much.

"Right right, job's a job after all", was King's response to Barkeep's plea, groaned out through the cigar as he laboriously got up from his seat and made a show to stretch out and loudly crack and pop his joints. A few of the patrons recognized him, stopped what they were doing and quietly scurried away in the chaos. He wasn't always there, this was a part time thing, but between his mercenary work and the few times he'd actually done his job the former Turk had already built a reputation for himself. He was not to be fucked with. As if to prove it to whoever happened to be watching, King's leap to action was more of a leisurely stroll as he effortlessly danced around the patrons, the flying bits of glass and the pieces of furniture, picking out a target to start with.

The big guy with the robot arm would do as well as anyone, he was certainly someone that caught people's eyes. Still pacing around calmly, smiling with a cigar in his mouth and shades still on, King approached his target, ducked under a swing of the droid arm and suddenly the man was in dire need of medical attention. A murderously explosive left hook blasted into the brawler's side, the shot ringing out even in the chaotic atmosphere, and lifted him clear off his feet. People stopped to look as Mister Arm writhed and rolled on the floor in abject agony, desperately sucking wind through gritted teeth in between pained groans and cries and retching, his floating ribs likely smashed and organs firing off every single pain receptor from the shock.

The crying tough guy should get people's attention.

"Alright that's enough of that! If y'all want to walk outta here you'd best stop right fucking now!", commanded The Walking Calamity with arms raised high, standing atop his savagely vanquished foe for further dramatic effect, eliciting a pause from the brawlers. Folks had seen him put the big guy through living hell with one punch, others recognized him from some place or another, and word spread. His name was King, he had earned it with nothing but his own two hands, and he was not to be fucked with. He had actually held back a fair bit with the guy. "Anyone that sits their ass down now gets a drink on me! Anyone that still wants to go, we take it outside! The name's King and I'm also open for bookings, this is just a part time gig!"

The Mad Queen GearBlade654

 

[GearBlade654]

Corneilles, Mos Eisely Cantina, Gladius IV

The bounty hunter had seen this quite a few times back home. Someone would do something stupid, and this happened.
The bounty hunter was content to walk outside and let the chaos go by without a word. No sense in getting one's head bashed in by something as undignified as a wooden stool, and was out of the cantina before King began calming the situation down.

Thomas Davies
"Humans. They were here before us. But how?"
"We would have known otherwise..."
The Coelacanths proceed to stop moving backward to simply pass the settlement by. The Coelacanths' armor should be tough enough to withstand much more than a few bullets if thay man thought to do something funny.
The Mad Queen (apologies for small posts)

 

[Freshet]

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

“Mmhm.” The Impostor Shang gave a slow nod as Ulfi began reciting, the events. The mook was unsure of whether or not she was as much of a natural spinner of the metaphorical yarns like he was or not. However she did tell him about the event he was asking about, and for that Fat Shang was grateful and gave a smile and a nod towards Ulfi.

“I thank you. But in rushing – the destination cannot be reached.” remarked the ex-mook as he waggled his finger before sipping from the mug. “A story, must be told carefully and crafted well – like a sword.” The former mook this time not only tapped on the hilt of his blade but grabbed it for emphasis before returning his hand back towards the table.

“I see yarns and yarns, but I do not see all of their threads or the designs they fabricate. If you might allow me...” The Fake Shang cleared his throat.

“...It occurred in an establishment similar to this, though it was larger and the patrons were dressed in rather humble attire like I am now. The air was still filled with the scent of smoke stained into the walls, the free flowing booze, but the atmosphere was thick. It could be cut with a blade as it was not nearly as joyous as it is here. These were from my actions as my misdeeds, though I was unaware of them at the time, was tainting the energy present at the establishment. So I was alone, with my belly full of booze and meat obtained not of my own merit but that of a man who had achieved great things. My back was against the wall, situated at a table in the far ends of the tavern when a man, a plain-dressed man came to me and asked of who I was. Though I did not know of it at the time, this man was Shang Bu Huan, the one I had claimed to be. Of course if I knew it was him, I would not have told the tale as vigorously as I did, recounting my interpretation of events that the man listening had actually gone through.”

“I was joyous, I was proud in my lies, in the fact that my falsified path was granting me such honor and prestige. My lips were loosened by the free alcohol, my demeanor was like that of the joyous sages. With each lie that passed through my lips I could feel myself chortle, my belly giving vibrations with each and every piece of the story. And as it concluded, I was told by Shang that there were individuals who would surely be after him – and with those words, everything changed. My lies, each yarn I had strung to these patrons were falling down upon me. The weight of the room was collapsing upon me, as I knew I had done wrong and that if they were coming for Shang, they would come for me and I had to find a way to escape before my misdeeds caught to me...”

The Ex Black Demon Sect Minion took a moment to allow the moment to breath, “Much like fabric, or the pieces of the blade, the pieces must be set in motion before the design of the tale can come into being. If you wish, I shall continue on the current story I had set in motion; if not, perhaps you might be willing to share more?”

Donder172 The Mad Queen

 

[Specialist]

Samus-007/Gladius I: The Presidium (The Ward?)
[Interacting with: The Mad Queen ; Open to Interaction]
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Samus gave a relentful nod to the guard-types wanting to run whatever check they were doing. As for Boss, however, it could only be speculated that he was raising an eyebrow right about now to Alva's prior response. Neither Spartan nor AI spoke up; with Samus instead glancing over the three nonchalantly as if to say: 'We're all good.'

 

[Thepotatogod]

• Commonwealth
• Rush Valley

• 
  --Ashe--
  Freshet
  
  
  
  'Wait how did she know your name?' The floating block known as Model A asked Ashe, who let out a shrug as she listened through the blonde, who was apparently named Giu-something something Francesco Verdi's proposal, who was apparently a musical revolutionist as she inspired something between Blues and Jazz into one heartfelt dance throughout Italy...This left Ashe a bit confused as to what that even meant. Hell, from where/when she came from, Italy didn't even exist! Or at least, the name was very dated that the Legion didn't bother keeping record of the aledged place. The proposal was simply to become a roadie to her next venue where she's expected to 'Party Hardy'.
  
  '. . .What?' Model A simply raised a non-existant brow at the blonde guitarist as Ashe rubbed her chin.
  
  "I think she's asking us to keep her company. You know, the usual 'escort the celebrity' biz that we did once." Ashe whispered to her mechanical floating comrade. "Plus, getting VIP treatment to her gig sounds pretty nifty, don't you think?" She told with a smirk, forming an 'O' with her finger and her thumb, typically associated with an OK and money.
  
  'Oh! In that case, I'm definitely in! Tell her, Ashe!' Model A beamed excitedly, floating up and down in place like a child nodding, unaware of the fact that woman could probably hear him.
  
  "Alright, that settles it!" Ashe grinned as she faced Verdi, "We'll take on that proposal, free of charge!" She lifted her thumb up, soon realising something. "...Oh right, I should probably mention this. Model A and I are--err, were Top Class Bounty Hunters, so think of us as your bodyguard, kay?" She said, extending her hand. Although she isn't exactly sure if this mission would nab her any booty, but protecting one is definitely in her quota.
  
  (Goal accomplished: Find someone's booty)
  
• 
  --Arisato Minako--
  The Mad Queen
  
  
  
  Following the man with the dog, Minako arrived at a somewhat large building that was somehow built near desert. Unlike the man though, she didn't exactly feel any tired. Probably because she wasn't carrying anything and her stamina built on countless nights of fighting monsters in a tower. Minako stood triumphantly at the entrance of the city with the bottom of her Naginata planted on the sand, marvelling the city upon her arrival. Crossing 'crossing a desert' on her bucketlist...If she had one.
  
  After a few moments, Minako found a simple rope lying on the ground next to her. Knowing that carrying a stick with a blade would be tiring, she decided to create a sling with it. She tied the rope on the Naginata's ends, leaving some leeway as she then tested it by wearing it on her person...It worked like a charm. She soon heard a heavy and somewhat light-hearted man's voice ask as she saw the man she was following earlier run past her and into the crowd forming in the distance, one that she's been wondering herself a few seconds after she stood there. She chased after the man and into the crowd. She struggled to get up in front of the crowd due to her stature, but the sharp Naginata on her back proved to be quite the tool to getting through as a single poke on one of the villagers was enough for them to let her through. And simply put, what she saw took her aback; both in a horrifying and nostalgic sense. Three corpses lay in the center of the circle, shrivelled up dry. She pondered on what could've done this, but one thing immediately came to mind. A Shadow...That must've been the main culprit behind this.
  
  Minako would notice the man she followed to this city on the verge of letting it out, just in time as she found a small paper bag on her feet once more. It's conveniently there, and it might be the cause, but...Regardless, she handed the bag onto the man. "You could use this..." She notified the man, handing him the bag as she tapped his well chiseled back.
  

 

[billthesomething]

Postal Dude
Darkened Skies - Gladius-III
Rysesaka The Mad Queen TrueBananaz
Postal Dude just gave a picture a once over and said "Nice" and that seemed to be all that Postal Dude had to say on the matter, but inside Postal Dude was actively stopping himself from voicing his thoughts about the extreme likelihood that Susan is fucking Gus behind Peter's back, best to let the man figure that out for himself. But how did he get a model for a wife in the first place? his guess Peter is rich or perhaps has a massive wang.

But enough of that. Emma actually reminded him of his ex-wife from a time before she became all fat and demonic, hopefully, she not a huge bitch like her as well.

"We should get going before some psycho decides our nipples would make a great belt"

 

[Donder172]

Nameless Black Demon Sect Mook: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)


“Mmhm.” The Impostor Shang gave a slow nod as Ulfi began reciting, the events. The mook was unsure of whether or not she was as much of a natural spinner of the metaphorical yarns like he was or not. However she did tell him about the event he was asking about, and for that Fat Shang was grateful and gave a smile and a nod towards Ulfi.


“I thank you. But in rushing – the destination cannot be reached.” remarked the ex-mook as he waggled his finger before sipping from the mug. “A story, must be told carefully and crafted well – like a sword.” The former mook this time not only tapped on the hilt of his blade but grabbed it for emphasis before returning his hand back towards the table.


“I see yarns and yarns, but I do not see all of their threads or the designs they fabricate. If you might allow me...” The Fake Shang cleared his throat.


“...It occurred in an establishment similar to this, though it was larger and the patrons were dressed in rather humble attire like I am now. The air was still filled with the scent of smoke stained into the walls, the free flowing booze, but the atmosphere was thick. It could be cut with a blade as it was not nearly as joyous as it is here. These were from my actions as my misdeeds, though I was unaware of them at the time, was tainting the energy present at the establishment. So I was alone, with my belly full of booze and meat obtained not of my own merit but that of a man who had achieved great things. My back was against the wall, situated at a table in the far ends of the tavern when a man, a plain-dressed man came to me and asked of who I was. Though I did not know of it at the time, this man was Shang Bu Huan, the one I had claimed to be. Of course if I knew it was him, I would not have told the tale as vigorously as I did, recounting my interpretation of events that the man listening had actually gone through.”


“I was joyous, I was proud in my lies, in the fact that my falsified path was granting me such honor and prestige. My lips were loosened by the free alcohol, my demeanor was like that of the joyous sages. With each lie that passed through my lips I could feel myself chortle, my belly giving vibrations with each and every piece of the story. And as it concluded, I was told by Shang that there were individuals who would surely be after him – and with those words, everything changed. My lies, each yarn I had strung to these patrons were falling down upon me. The weight of the room was collapsing upon me, as I knew I had done wrong and that if they were coming for Shang, they would come for me and I had to find a way to escape before my misdeeds caught to me...”


The Ex Black Demon Sect Minion took a moment to allow the moment to breath, “Much like fabric, or the pieces of the blade, the pieces must be set in motion before the design of the tale can come into being. If you wish, I shall continue on the current story I had set in motion; if not, perhaps you might be willing to share more?”


Donder172 The Mad Queen

Ulfi nods slowly as she listened. "There is one thing I could talk of... of which I know quite more of. Alduin's Wall... seen it myself. Alduin's Wall was made in the First Era under commission of Emperor Reman II. It was made by the Akaviri Dragonguard, now known as the Blades. At least those who still remember them since the war against the Aldmeri Dominion. It depicts the dragon lore they knew. Going back to when Tamriel was more or less ruled by dragons and the Dragon Wars. The dragons were ruled by Alduin, who claimed to be the firstborn of Akatosh, one of the Nine Divines.

The temple in which Alduin's Wall was built was sealed off in a way only one with the blood of a dragon could open it.
Alduin's Wall was made in three sections. The first depicted thousand of years ago. The dragons ravaged the land, armed with the Thu'um. Men and mer never stood a chance. They feared and hated the dragons. Some worshipped them.” Ulfi stopped for a brief moment, drinking a bit of her drink.

“The second section depicted when men were granted the same power by the Gods as the dragons. In turn, men created their own Shout called Dragonrend. They poured all their anger into it. The concept of this shout is beyond the comprehension of a dragon, for they do not know the concept of mortality. Even though that, it was not enough to defeat Alduin. They eventually banished him with an Elder Scroll. These are scrolls with immense power without equal. Reading these is dangerous, however.


The last section foretold the return of the Worldeater. They were… frightening accurate.

It also depicted other events of which I only heard of in my travels through Tamriel, like the Oblivion Crisis. In which the Daedra tried to invade Tamriel. It also depicted the fall of the White Cord Tower.


The Cyrodiil Empire was in tatters, Skyrim was in a civil war. And in all the chaos, Alduin returned. The first sighting of him was possibly in Helgen. I was… captured by the Imperials for worshipping Talos, which was outlawed by the Thalmor… the damned elves. Ironically… he saved my life, but burned Helgen, my home, to the ground.” her voice became somewhat hostile. “Here is the worst thing about the dragons. They weren’t just coming back. They were coming back from the dead.”


“This is only a short story of Alduin’s Wall. Akaviri weren’t known to be direct with their stories. At least who knew of them. I can count on one hand the amount of people I met who do.”

Freshet The Mad Queen

 

[Rysesaka]

James Gordon
Somewhere in East End, Mega-Gotham
New Metropolis, The Badlands, Gladius-IV

The only thing that Jim remembers is that he was in a train with Leslie Thompskins (who would become the Doc in Season 4), he was able to successfully cure her infection from the Alice Tetch virus using the antidote that was reverse engineered by Doctor Hugo Strange except for himself, he failed to cure himself as he was distracted by the blue light that came out of no where and here he is, in a ruined city that is somewhat familiar to him. He have no idea how he got in this place but at least he is alive.

He slowly opens his eyes as he heard the footsteps coming towards him although his visions are still blurry, he is able to get up and leaned on the wall. As he looked straight to the alleyway, he can see three individuals walking towards him but since his visions aren't straight yet, he can't see their face well.

"Hey!" A gangster shouted as he approach Jim.

The gangster quickly grabs Jim's face as he observes his appearance. The other two gangsters reloaded their shotguns in case their leader orders them to kill him.

"You lost, friend?! You look like you have some money! Boys, get his things!" The other gangsters grab his things. Money, his pistol and definitely, his GCPD badge.

One of the gangsters inspect the badge. "Hey, boss! Take a look at this!" the leader takes a look at the badge. All of them raised their eyebrows upon reading the name. James Gordon.

"Commissioner James Gordon? But how? Your dead! And you look-.. young." the leader said.

"The hell are you talking about? I'm a Detective. Give it back or else you'll regret it." Jim threatens them.

"What are you going to do about it?" the leader asked Jim.

Seconds later, Jim's eyes turns into pitch black as the veins shows up to his face. One of the gangsters quickly raise their shotgun to Jim as they get scared from the sudden transformation of Jim.

"What the fuck are you?" the leader asked.

"Your nightmare." Jim said.

Jim punched the leader's face in the head, killing him instantly due to his superhuman strength coming from the virus. Jim stacked and flykicked the other two gangsters which they flew towards to a destroyed car, knocking them on the ground. Jim quickly picks up his police badge, his wallet and his M9 Beretta pistol. He approached the two gangsters who were on the ground. Jim aims at the headand pulls the trigger, killing them instantly.

After that, he observes his surroundings and goes back to normal after he calms himself down.

"Is this Gotham?" Jim muttered.

He began to walk. He seems lost but he had no choice but to head to the GCPD or what remains of the GCPD. He is really vigilant at this moment as he notice that in this moment, everything will go south. He is prepared for that moment if that happens.

 

[darkred]

Jolie leaned down, touching the ground as she took in the surrounding area. Somebody else was here, she could hear his footsteps and the beat of his heart. Standing upright, she turned around and saw a man walking up the path to the asylum's gates. Through her Vamperic vision, she got a better look at him. Biker leathers, brown hair and some kind of rifle on his back.

She started to walk towards him, hoping he wasn't hostile. Sure, he carried a rifle but that was normal for this part of New Metropolis. Everybody seemed to pack heat.
Ready to move to cover in case things went south, Jolie waved down at the man.
@darkred

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

Marcus looked up and noticed some sort of woman named Jolie staring down at him, waving at him.

The half terminator raised a eyebrow and frowned "Who the heck are you?". He wasn't quite sure on who she was, but she didn't look too human.

The Mad Queen
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