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

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands
Namorae bares her teeth slightly, which would probably be more threatening in her true form. “Last time someone tried to talk to me about a one true god, I had to fight off an aboleth invasion. Before that it was devil binders. Forgive me if I’m a bit skeptical.” She takes a deep breath. “Now what is it you want to warn us about?”
The Mad Queen

Shafaqat: Gravityvale, Near the dog park
Shafaqat licks her lips nervously as she hears what’s being discussed, and steps out to talk to these strange men. “You… you just got here too?” She asks, obviously ready to flee at a sudden move. She needs to get information, but she’s terrified of humans. And dogs can usually smell her.
Necromantic darkred

 

[DrBones]

Solution: Publick Occurrences, Diamond City, Badlands, Gladius-IV

Solution scowled. This one was barely better than the peasants she'd passed by on the way in! Still, there were a couple nuggets of information she could use. "Printing Presses" were not Creations-- to do what it (supposedly) had been doing, it would need to be either a device of implausible complexity (there certainly wasn't a windmill or waterwheel to power it, either!) or a Construct. It would make sense that an ignorant individual such as Piper would be able to run the Press if it needed only the care a Construct takes. This information was useless to her, though if their old empire was as experienced with making constructs as hers had been at Shaping, it would explain quite a bit.

"About the East," Solution piped up. "What are you talking about? What is in the east, and how far?"

Solution's hand went for her quill again. This entire endeavor had been disappointing, but here was something she might be able to use.

The Mad Queen

 

[Topless]

Kanna Kamui
Gladius-I: Cynthia

Kanna shook when the tour guide asked where did she came from. The dragon girl felt hesitant if she could tell him or not. She gulped and decides to say where she came from. "I...I was with two people that i haven't met before. They're in the throne room, speaking to your king. They told me to wait outside and I decide to look around...and here I am." She spoke.

The Mad Queen​

 

[Donder172]

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

Steve ran ahead, making his way under the bridge within moments and following the docks at the guard had instructed. He looked behind, checking to see if the Namless one and Ulfri were still behind him. He was about to go into unknown territory, as were they and he didn't want the group to get separated. Depending on how big the sewers were, they could be the ideal place for an ambush.

A manhole cover lay in front of him, large enough for the Hulk to fit through without smashing the sides by the looks of things and Steve pushed it aside. It was made of some kind of heavy steel but with his superhuman strength it moved with little effort.
The smell was powerful, but not overwhelming.
"Anyone got nose-plugs?" Steve joked. He wasn't sure if he'd managed to lighten the mood, but it was worth the effort.

@Freshet @Donder172 @FistOfTheBorkStar

Ulfi shakes his head. "Could be worse. Now let's go and keep your eyes out." She said as the Nord drew the greatsword. "May I suggest to go up front? I could give a bit of an advantage with a... unique power I posses. But if you stand in front of me, you could get caught in the blast. And that could end up bad." She suggested, she could use her Shouts if they don't stand in her way. She whispers something as she looked at the amulet hanging from her neck. Should either pick anything up, neither could understand what she said.

 

[Martydi]

Kregor Thann
Gladius-IV
The Hunting Grounds
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Three space marines marched through the jungle. Their footsteps echoed loudly in the forest, Astartes did not even try to hide.

"Where do you supect we are, battle brother?" Asked one of them "This planet looks similarly to Catachan, but xenos we encountered so far seem to defy that."

"Agreed Alleltus. Yet these xenos are unlike any we have ever encountered. Even if the black ones with acidic blood might vaguely resemble Tyranids."

"You better pray to the Emperor these things are not Tyranids, Grimaron." Apothecary leading the group replied "If this is the case, we are doomed unless we can find a Warp-capable vessel before Shadow in the Warp from the hive fleet covers us and blocks us from escaping this system."

Without any warning, a xenomorph jumped out of nearby foliage. Kregor Thann bashed the alien out of the air with his chainsword before it could land any hits on the ceramite plating. As the creature hit a nearby tree and fell to the ground, apothecary pulled out his bolt pistol and shot the xenomorph, punching three huge holes in it and sending droplets of acidic blood into plants in the vicinity.

"I do not think these are Tyranids battle brothers." Kregor continued the interrupted discussion as if nothing happened "I've had more trouble with their warriors and genestealers than with this. Pathetic xeno." He paused for a moment "Let us continue on our way battle brothers. If we are lucky, we can find an Imperial outpost here and get the hell out of this pitiful excuse of a death world before xenos that are actually dangerous arrive."

"And if this planet does not house Imperial installations?" Grimaron voiced his doubts

"Then we will figure something out. There may be xeno activity here, we could steal their ships, or at least communications equipment and call for help. Either way, we need to get moving."

 

[Rysesaka]

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

Jim was confused about this tall creature calling him a parasite. Is it because of the virus, that it already see Jim's infected form and is able to witness his transition back to normal form? Anyway, Jim doesn't care as he already embraced the Tetch virus within him which grants him superhuman strength and superhuman durability which he can't feel the pain even when he gets injured although he can be killed despite his superhuman abilities coming from the virus.

"I am Captain James Gordon of the GCPD. Gotham City Police Department, as you can see - you are standing behind the ruins of GCPD and also what the hell did you mean by parasite?"

The Mad Queen Specialist


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

"Well, boss, we appreciate if we'll do some of your work for money but.." Victor looks up like he was thinking and then he looks back at Aria,

"We are more curious to see this Gotham you are mentioning although me and my companion here can go back here to this place - if we are still alive." Victor smiles at Aria.

"Yeah, if we are still alive." Headhunter chuckles.

"Oh, by the way - so your name is Harley, yeah?" Victor shift his attention to Harleen, asking her by confirming if that is her name based on what he heard from the conversation of Aria and Harleen. Headhunter on the other hand is just looking at Harleen from head to toe, thinking that she's fine (sexy), only if she doesn't wear a stupid clown makeup.

"Oh, and we're going with you, by the way." Victor said.


Sandrino Imperial
The Asylum, Seoul-Don
Tellestia, Gladius-I

Sandrino nods at Douglas. The man explained well about the Malkavians which Sandrino now understands although Sandrino himself doesn't get it if he is also a Malkavian since Douglas also said that not all of the Malkavians are unreasonable.

Anyway, the Ogre said that the lady who Douglas were looking for had arrived which Sandrino looks at her, judging by her appearance and her attitude, she is the madder sister that Douglas mentioned. He attempted to have eye contact with the madder sister to know her backstory but the process failed as Douglas blocked him by walking towards the madder sister.

Sandrino facepalms himself as he needs this ability to regenerate which takes for several minutes. With that, he just observes his surroundings including the vampire who the Ogre recently served him before coming back to say that the madder sister had arrived. He shift his attention back to the dance floor, thinking on what to do next or what will happen next.


Carl Johnson
The Walkway
Tavern of Worlds, Gladius-II

CJ suddenly wakes up as the hovering dumpster tried to nudge him away. CJ quickly stands up and is now back on track although CJ doesn't remember what happened and he got really confused on how got in this place. From what he remembered, he was in the mansion and now he is on the street packed with very odd-looking people and some shops.

"Where the fuck am I?" CJ muttered. CJ began to walk on the streets as he feel lost and doesn't know where to go although when he saw a dating agency, he quickly went inside to ask some serious questions.

He approached the receptionist by asking,

"Ey'-..uhh, I kno' dis isn't related since I'm in sum' dating agency or sum' shi' but where da' fuck am I?"

 

[darkred]

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

"Oh..."
It made sense now. Marcus being away from the war, why he'd been guarded. There was a good chance members of the Resistance would look at him as a monster if they saw the metal underneath his flesh. Infiltration Terminators were something she'd heard of, but Marcus still had a beating heart. A human one, for that matter that pumped blood around his veins. Terminators didn't have that. Underneath the flesh there was just metal.
"Well. Marcus. That's...I'm sorry for what they did to you. I should be honest with you too."

Jolie shut her eyes for a moment and when she opened them they were completely black. She opened her mouth to reveal her fangs, too. Within a few seconds, her eyes returned to normal and her fangs retracted.
"I'm well... It's a bit obvious." She lightly chuckled "I can hear your heartbeat as it pumps blood through you. Human blood. You may not be one hundred percent, but you're a lot more human than I am, Marcus. I hope that counts for something."

Placing her rifle over her shoulder, Jolie looked back into his eyes.
"As for what you did. I've found that it doesn't matter as much as you think..."
Marcus was a stranger, but she felt that he needed to hear her out, even if it meant sharing a thing or two.
"I did some awful things decades ago. I was angry and I took it out on whoever got in my way. But I got a second chance, to do good. I think that's more important. What we do now. How we atone for it...It's not by beating ourselves up, letting that guilt eat away at us. It's by doing better."

Marcus Wright
New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

However, the metal didn't stay there for long as new skin began to grow over the metal where it was. "I've already forgiven myself and Connor. The odd thing is ... I'm able to regrow my organs and my skin when I'm injured."

"I found this out when .. I donated my first heart to Connor."

"I'm alive again now."

Marcus looked up and blinked, he had never in his life ever met a vampire.

"Believe me, we are more alike than you think. We all have pasts we regret but there's always a way to change things."

"Maybe someday you'll find love as I have."

Marcus frowned "Though I'm not Connor and I'm my own person."


Marcus gently placed a hand on Jolie's shoulder, "Let's find a way to survive. I'd think whoever needs us wants us to."

The Mad Queen
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[The Mad Queen]

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

Regrowing organs? She'd seen supernatural beings capable of such feats, but a human doing it was something to behold. That wasn't all though, as something he said stuck with the Vampire:
Maybe you'll find love as I have

"Maybe." She smiled
She'd loved Marius and she thought she'd loved Charles. Both of them had been dead for several decades, but she still carried a piece of both within her. Her wedding ring, although no longer on her finger she kept it close and although she'd let go of so much of the anger Charles had fuelled in her he was still the reason she was a Vampire. Her immortality was how she carried a piece of him.

Then there was Venkman, her friend. He was gone too but she carried everything he'd taught her, everything they had taught each other.
"I tend to avoid that sort of thing. If you're immortal, well...It tends to complicate things and other Vampires are well." She paused "They can be real le salauds (bastards)." She shrugged

"You're right. We should stick together."

She was immortal, but not invincible. It had taken a few beat-downs for her to learn that. She needed somebody to watch her during the day, and if Marcus could regrow organs perhaps his blood worked the same way? She could fill up without the risk of injuring him. She was full right now, but it wouldn't stay that way for long.

"As for this person, I need to bring them to Haven's Spear, but I doubt I'm the only one looking for them. We need to be on guard."

darkred
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

 

[darkred]

General John Connor
Squad Whiskey Alpha


Machine City

"Keep at it. It's going to be a while before we fight our way to HQ from here."

It was before one of the others pulled out a giant Scythe and began to slice the Terminators in half. For as many got sliced in half, more joined to replace them.

"Fuck" The Lt muttered as he kept shooting at the head of the skinless terminator as they pulled back.

"Skynet keeps sending those metal bastards at us."


It's then a Tomcat plane goes over and starts peppering the Terminators from above while a Hunter-Killer follows suit.

Blair curses and pulls away and confuses the Hunter Killer so it doesn't kill the two strangers from below and the foot soldiers below.

"HUNTER-KILLER!" Both the Lt and Private screamed to the others.

It meant the giant flying Terminator above could shoot anyone down with lasers from the machines.

They were able to pull Sing and Arya just barely out of the way before the Pvt was hit with the laser.

"FUCK! NO!"

The Hunter-Killer laser dissolved the poor Human Pvt into dust before the Lt screamed for everyone to keep running and slashing.

Thepotatogod The Mad Queen

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[darkred]

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

Regrowing organs? She'd seen supernatural beings capable of such feats, but a human doing it was something to behold. That wasn't all though, as something he said stuck with the Vampire:
Maybe you'll find love as I have

"Maybe." She smiled
She'd loved Marius and she thought she'd loved Charles. Both of them had been dead for several decades, but she still carried a piece of both within her. Her wedding ring, although no longer on her finger she kept it close and although she'd let go of so much of the anger Charles had fuelled in her he was still the reason she was a Vampire. Her immortality was how she carried a piece of him.

Then there was Venkman, her friend. He was gone too but she carried everything he'd taught her, everything they had taught each other.
"I tend to avoid that sort of thing. If you're immortal, well...It tends to complicate things and other Vampires are well." She paused "They can be real le salauds (bastards)." She shrugged

"You're right. We should stick together."

She was immortal, but not invincible. It had taken a few beat-downs for her to learn that. She needed somebody to watch her during the day, and if Marcus could regrow organs perhaps his blood worked the same way? She could fill up without the risk of injuring him. She was full right now, but it wouldn't stay that way for long.

"As for this person, I need to bring them to Haven's Spear, but I doubt I'm the only one looking for them. We need to be on guard."

darkred
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

Marcus Wright
New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

"I believe I can provide blood for you if you need it, but who exactly is looking for the person you need to find?"

"And how dangerous is he or she?"

The Mad Queen​

 

[Specialist]

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

"Nice job."

'I tried.'

"Look what you caused, damn it!"

'No time to argue. You have incoming.'

Samus looked to the Quarian, and seeing as she wasn't much of a threat and just doing her job, turned to face the two C-SEC officers and took a pace back to the wall. "This was a misunderstanding." Samus deadpanned toward the backup. She wasn't showing any signs of hostile intention, but the Spartan did have two weapons, an assault rifle and a magnum, visibly secured to her person. There was no way in Hell she was going to turn herself over to a foreign secuirty force. She already despised the UNSC, and she didn't need another alien clone of it to be complicating her mission. "Just hear me out; I don't want to cause trouble."

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

Vasu's head tilted to the side slightly, like a confused dog. "You are infected wi-... Goth-am?" He didn't have time to question the Human James' infection, as this is what he was searching for. "This is a Human city, is it not? What is this planet I am on? Is this Earth?" More questions came around the bend than answers, and furthermore, Vasu was puzzled to see that the 'police' forces held rank here. Perhaps they did on Reach as well, but he never bothered to check the uniforms of his fallen enemies. The Sangheili didn't appear to relent in his stance, and rumbled as he thought, waiting for an answer. Or, a series of answers.

 

[GrieveWriter]

Operator 6O:The Commonwealth/Diamond City, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
Freshet Thepotatogod The Mad Queen​

As Operator 6O thought about Harry's suggestion, Jesus gave a tilt of his head at the tidbit of information he'd just received.

Operator 6O figured taking care of the humans here would be too monumental for just one support unit like herself. And it would get in the way of seeking out other YoRHa units. But just as she prepared to make a case for herself, she realized that other Outlanders might have leads she could follow. YoRHa units stood out, especially amongst apocalyptic settings like this, so someone should've seen one.

"Giant rats?" Jesus shook his head "How would they even...."

He paused and thought for a second, "Actually, now that I think about it that's fairly tame compared to what I dealt with recently."

"Okay," Operator 6O finally said, nodding to Harry "I shall stay here and assist where I can for the moment. But I recommend asking for the Shaper's assistance as well."

Jesus wasted no time in groaning "Why would we need her? Seems to me she's perfectly content wasting her time."

"Be that as it may," Operator 6O rubbed her arms "those odd organisms she has following her around seem fairly useful in battle, at least if their appearances were anything to go off of."

Jesus grumbled at that, but merely folded his arms and stayed quiet as the Android gave a look around Diamond City "While I was fairly pretty busy asking around, I think I spotted her going into that building over there."

She pointed to Publick Occurrences, only for Jesus to release a loud sigh as he glanced over to Harry "Up to you." he shrugged before asking "But what exactly do these Giant Rats got in store for us? We talking rabid, dog-sized blood suckers or humanoids with an ass-ton of weaponry?"

With that done, Operator 6O turned back to Verdi and Ashe. Truthfully, the best way for her to get in contact with a lot of the Outlanders at once would be to get them to congregate. So she figured the best way to help two birds with one Android would be to aid Verdi for the moment and see if she could actually pull something like a concert off.

"I'd be happy to help you set up your... Charity Concert, if you really think it'll help people." she stated "I haven't been over there yet, but I do know where the Radio Station is located. We can head over there and have a chat with Travis, unless..."

She glanced over to Takahashi "Unless you're still in the mood for noodles, I haven't really gone and collected any caps yet but I'm sure we could scrounge up some around here."

 

[The Mad Queen]

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

"I agree with her." Venkman pointed at Janice with his thumb "And I haven't got great experience with so-called Gods either. If you know who I a-was you'd know that."
"Something will come for this place. God has seen it. It will come for it's technology and billions will perish in the crossfire. Their anchors destroyed. No chance of them passing on."
"What is this something?" Sarcasm oozed from every word.
"A rat. A rat leading an infestation that could swallow this world."

Eliasdagood
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

Harley Quinn: Omega (Gladius-IV)
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"It's Harleen but a lot of people call me Harley for short." She smiled "And I'm not sure about you comin' wi..."
"It would be cheaper and you could split the cost." Aria cut her off
"Well..."

She needed money for a return trip and getting to Omega had been expensive enough already. If she blew all of her money on this mission then how would she provide for Lucy?
"Alright, deal!"
She outstretched a hand to Aria who shook it, feeling the tightness of the Asari's grip and having to hide the sharp pain that came with it. It reminded her of shaking hands with Bane or someone.
"We'll discuss payment." Aria smiled grimly "If you want a pilot to drop you off just outside of New Metroplis it'll be fifty..."
"Not bad."
"Thousand."

Harley gasped
"What? The Badlands is the most dangerous place in this system. Well, besides Omega if you've crossed me."
She smiled "Unless there was a way of splitting the cost, of course."
"Like what?"
"One of those hyenas."
"Not the babies!" Harley gasped

Rysesaka
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

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

"Do you want to dance, duckling?" Jeanette asked
"No." Douglas looked to his left, avoiding eye-contact with the Malkavian "At least, not tonight. I'm here for business."
"Shame."
"Some bellend has been killing humans. Normally that's not that big a deal. People get hungry or careless, but they've been dumping the bodies outside of the entrances to the Trap Streets."

Jeanette stopped dancing.
"Oh."
"Yeah. I don't have to explain how this shite could turn out. Four bodies in four nights. People are going to find out about this place if it continues."
He took one step towards her "If you know anything, or if your sister mentioned anything."
"We're not really on speaking terms." She pouted, folding her arms "Total bitch."
"Where is she?"
"Not home right now. And it's not like I can leave a message. You and your twin might get on, but..." She shook her head
"Didn't always." Douglas smirked "He's a right git."
"I'll tell you what, duckling." She whispered, taking a few steps towards Douglas. He looked away, avoiding looking into her eyes "Oh, am I frightening you?" She teased
"Nah. I've just been around Vampires long enough to pick up a thing or two." He smirked
"If this person shows up in my club, I'll kill them myself."
"All well and good but I need to stop this thing tonight before it kills again."
"Like I said, I haven't heard anything."

Douglas tuned and walked back to the bar, with Jeanette giving him a playful wink as he sat back down.
"Nothing." He grumbled, shaking his head "Unless you've got something up your sleeve, Jeanette's a dead end."

-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

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

So Marcus was willing to give blood? That made things a bit easier. She'd need to see how he regenerated it, of course so she'd only take a little when the time came. She couldn't afford to starve herself as it ran the risk of frenzying. Even if she'd managed to better control the inner beast, it would still be unpredictable if it wasn't kept fed.
"I don't work for her per say, but I agreed to check this place out." She explained "She's a Fey and apparently the woman being held beneath this place is tied to the Fey as well. I won't know until we get down there."

"All I do know is that this person, this Amelia needs my help. Whether or not I have to go to the south part of this world is another matter, though."

darkred
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

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

"Between a really big desert there's a couple of places. You've got two Empires that almost went to war, a port full of assholes, a Kingdom of snake people who enslave anyone they can get their hands on, two walled cities and..."
She paused "Oh yeah, and these giant flying trains run through the thing. I haven't been to the East myself, but that's what other people have told me. There's probably more out there."
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"I'm not sure." Harry shook his head "The one Preston's got locked up here can speak, which means they've got at least some intelligence. They've also been sending spies into the wasteland, which is never a good thing."
He sighed "They could be packing heat or they could just rely on their teeth and claws. All I know is there's a shitload of them and they're planning something for this region. Whatever it is, it'll probably end with a lot of people dying.

That's something we have to stop."

He tipped his hat to 6O and the others "Good luck with your concert. Hopefully if we wrap this giant rat thing up quickly, I'll be back in time to see it." He grinned, handing her a bag of caps "Keep it. Should be enough to rent a place out, at least for a while. This city owes me a favour or two as well, so it'll be a bit cheaper." He winked
He turned to Jesus and nodded
"I'll check in with The Shaper. Couldn't hurt to try and if this situation is as bad as it sounds, we're going to need a lot more help."

He turned, starting to head towards the Publick Occurrences building.

DrBones GrieveWriter Freshet Thepotatogod
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

 

[The Mad Queen]

Carl Johnson
The Walkway
Tavern of Worlds, Gladius-II

CJ suddenly wakes up as the hovering dumpster tried to nudge him away. CJ quickly stands up and is now back on track although CJ doesn't remember what happened and he got really confused on how got in this place. From what he remembered, he was in the mansion and now he is on the street packed with very odd-looking people and some shops.

"Where the fuck am I?" CJ muttered. CJ began to walk on the streets as he feel lost and doesn't know where to go although when he saw a dating agency, he quickly went inside to ask some serious questions.

He approached the receptionist by asking,

"Ey'-..uhh, I kno' dis isn't related since I'm in sum' dating agency or sum' shi' but where da' fuck am I?"

The receptionist, a Krogan female looked down at CJ from behind the desk.
"Oh honey. You're at Love in the Apocalypse!" She proclaimed, but paused as she looked at CJ's facial expression "Oh, you meant...You're at the Tavern of Worlds. It's a neutral space station."

 

[darkred]

So Marcus was willing to give blood? That made things a bit easier. She'd need to see how he regenerated it, of course so she'd only take a little when the time came. She couldn't afford to starve herself as it ran the risk of frenzying. Even if she'd managed to better control the inner beast, it would still be unpredictable if it wasn't kept fed.
"I don't work for her per say, but I agreed to check this place out." She explained "She's a Fey and apparently the woman being held beneath this place is tied to the Fey as well. I won't know until we get down there."

"All I do know is that this person, this Amelia needs my help. Whether or not I have to go to the south part of this world is another matter, though."

Marcus Wright
New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

Marcus nodded "If we need to go longer than a certain amount of time, we are going to need something like a motorcycle or somewhat. We aren't going to get far on foot for long distances."

"One thing, Jolie. What's a fey?"

The Mad Queen​

 

[Zerohex]

Right, a test on behalf of some mystery military man. That narrowed things down not at all in this hellhole, and surely they would not have sent them in to get killed if they'd agreed to the original terms of the deal, honest. King hated this kind of stuff, convoluted games of power where nothing was ever anywhere near simple or clear and getting to that point was like pulling teeth. Fortunately for the matter at hand, he had a self destructive streak a mile wide and greatly enjoyed dealing with things he hated if for no other reason than to drag them down and tear them a new one. "Alright, that's something now, and lets say I believe you when it comes to your employer and his good intentions", he started with a toothy grin, flicking the cigar butt aside.

He was gonna have a talk with Chambers not to mess with Barkeep too much, he was a good enough guy that actually paid as agreed upon, but that'd come later. This was looking more and more like something he was gonna want to see through. "Pest control sounds like a perfect job for Enforcer. Me, 1v1s are more my thing, even if I can still stomp out vermin with the best of them. So, anything else? Any idea what sort of resistance we'll get? Weapons, magic? Do we get transportation? I suppose we might as well see the dossier you almost certainly have for us now, we can take this to the back if you're worried about privacy", he followed, sliding his shades back up and tapping the table with his knuckles. Calling for a hit in blackjack, as it were.

The Mad Queen Freshet GearBlade654

 

[Freshet]

• Verdi
• Velvet
• The Dark Enforcer
• Nameless Mook

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  Giuseppe Fortunino Francesco Verdi: Diamond City, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​
  
  “Of course a charity concert will help!” Verdi eagerly declared as she actually hopped out of her stool, and gave a dramatic gesture with her left hand. “Music is the universal language! Not literally, things went bad I heard when that was tried.” Verdi shook her head and began laughing,“Ahaha neeeever doubt the power of love you hear?”
  
  As the satchel of bottle-caps was given, Verdi blinked at it before staring at the manager. Is this arena that desperate for gigs? I know it doesn’t look like a tourist site but, gee, suppose I oughta see what packages they are wanting to do.
  
  Giuseppe beamed a smile towards the building manager of Harry, “Oh just set up some mouse-traps! Trust me I’ve been in a few locker rooms that had that problem! Just set up a few of the sticky traps and bait and you should be solid!” She swiveled her head as she glanced back towards Operator 6O.
  
  “Oh I’m still hungry, and since I know know how it works, I’mma jump back here later!” With another dramatic gesture of the arm, while moving the veritable huge sack of money into another to be cradled, “Like work comes first, yanno. So I’ll grab a bite to eat after setting up some of the basics! That sound good to you girls – and flying head?” Verdi remarked as she glanced between Ashe, 6O and Model A before heading off in a direction for a few steps before looking back behind her.
  
  “Uuuh anyone know where this radio tower IS?”
  
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  Her Majesty, Velvet: The Magical Kingdom(Gladius-III)​
  
  
  “Mraaaaaa-” droned out one of the salarymen of the Neo Shin Independent Qing Corporation, slovenly pointing towards a clock in the corner. Queen Velvet blinked and quickly took a glance to it as she handed over the bottle to the corporate goon. The corporate goon fumbled with the bottle and it proceeded to make a loud kuthunk, revealing not only the fact it was plastic but also that it was filled with a blue flavor substance. The contents began to quickly spread on the linoleum tiling. Velvet watched with distress as she picked up her legs to avoid having any of the sticky liquid upon her attire. Watching with trembling eyes she shot daggers, in that metaphorical sense, at the corporate goon that dropped it.
  
  “You there! Employee Fifty Eight dash A, you know what you must do.” With a low and solemn grunt the corporate goon laid down, face first, ontop of the pile. This action was followed shortly by Her Majesty, Queen Velvet of the Neo Shin Independent Qing Corporation, start-up enterprise, took a few elegant steps on the back of the corporate goon before exiting the locker room and returning back to the outside park of the Magical Kingdom.
  
  “Just need to work this side hustle a bit more, get the financial backing and corporate restructuring...” Velvet mumbled to herself as she raised her right fist and slammed it down against her palm. “...And I can finally engage in a hostile merger and acquisition against the Republic Khanate Bureau.” This was emphasized by a devilish smile before Velvet shook her head and tried to get back into the character that this side hustle needed.
  
  “Come one, come all – all are welcome in the court of Que-” Velvet rolled her eyes, “-Princess Velvet!”
  
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  The Dark Enforcer: Mos Eisley (Gladius-IV)​
  
  The Dark Enforcer merely gave a self-satisfied grin to Karla as she complimented the shot. Of course for The Dark Enforcer, it was merely a simple shot with the bottle-cap, but he was a showman. And that meant making the most out of even the littlest things such as removing the cap keeping his booze from his body. He listened as more details were provided. So they were gonna serve as some sort of military contract exterminators, that was a simple enough job. Taking the bottle and taking another swig, he turned his head towards King as he made a few of his comments.
  
  “Hey King, if it were, I woulda gotten rid of you by now!” This was settled by a hearty chuckle and a meaty jab towards the Turk’s rib with his elbow. His attention was returned back to Ilke as he wrung his metallic fingers together, “He asked most of the questions but one; how much extra would we get for killing the entire army?”
  
  Unfurling his fingers and beginning to switch up a matter of clutching his left fist in and out, Steel Chambers smirked. “You best be prepared to shill out everything you can from that coffer, because you aren’t just hiring your ordinary mercenaries. You’re hiring literal weapons of destruction – so you best be prepared for whatever happens when you unleash us.”
  
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  Nameless Mook: Brymor Crossing Sword Coast (Gladius-II)​
  
  Wordlessly, the Nameless Mook of the Black Demon Sect followed the pair into the sewers. Upon entering their was some intense gagging by the mook as he began rocking forwards a bit as he dry-heaved for a few seconds. Regaining his composure he looked forwards towards Ulfi and gave a firm nod.
  
  “Qi manipulation hm? Yes, I would rather not get in the way of that. I shall not deny you point.” spoke the Nameless Mook towards Ulfi as he proceeded to follow them from the rear. Keeping a good hold of his sword, the Nameless Mook prepared himself for an inevitable conflict.
  
  ...And he felt, that was from the strange music emanating from another labyrinthine corridor in the sewer complex. “Hm...” ruminated the former mook of the Black Demon Sect, “...This must be the way.” With those remarks done, the mook began rushing towards the scene, making the distinctive sound of sloshing. After rushing to the scene, he had uncovered a strange and hellish complex being ran by these creatures which appeared as if they were some manner of demon from the wastelands.
  
  And they were interlocked with a man who was fully clad in familiar – yet strangely distinctive – armor wielding his own blade. Perhaps this man was from Dong Li, a warrior who was sworn to protect their magical weapons, like the temples of Xi You? Nonetheless he appeared to have a bit more than he could chew.
  
  Gritting his teeth, the Nameless Mook drew his own blade with his left hand. “I might not know what you are, but I can tell your intents here are surely not for the best, and so you must be stopped!” declared the Nameless Mook, who in the back of his mind hoped that he gave a fairly decent speech.
  
  But this was followed by him charging at some of the Orcs of Sauron, and him swinging his blade downwards at them in order to help the mysterious stranger in his combat.
  

Queen Velvet - Open
The Dark Enforcer - The Mad Queen Zerohex GearBlade654
Verdi - The Mad Queen GrieveWriter Thepotatogod
Nameless Mook - zontar The Mad Queen Donder172 FistOfTheBorkStar

 

[Shining Wizard]

TORGO - GLADIUS I, CITADEL, THE PRESIDIUM

The pen retracted back into Torgo's oral cavity via a thin cable as the panel on her forehead closed. It was rapidly becoming clear they would have to resolve this before the (pending) (easily distracted) Master would agree to complete the transaction. Torgo flipped her head around to take in the scene.

"Initiating active scan. Processing..."

The charcoal-colored mechanoid had apparently frozen up in response to the sudden confrontation, it's primitive AI stepping backwards in order to open distance between itself and the space fuzz. Apparently it lacked the necessary parallel-processing abilities to maneuver and ready a weapon at the same time. Likely an older model, Torgo noted. While she questioned if such an android was worth saving, the model obviously had some sentimental value to the (pending) Master that made her believe it was worth keeping.

Flipping her head back into place, Torgo spoke to the (pending) Master, the pet fatty, and the cat.

"Cross-reference with the Greater Pan-Pacific Union Penal Code (199X Revised) indicates there are two legal options available. Option one is to forcibly dissolve all governing bodies whose jurisdiction the current crime falls under; in doing so, all involved parties will be retroactively cleared of crimes, as there will no longer be a standing governing body with which to persecute the (pending) Master or her companions. Torgo is not equipped for combat, but feels confident in her ability to rise to the occasion."

Torgo raised both arms above her head and made fists for emphasis before dropping her arms back to her sides.

"Alternately, option two is for the involved parties to say nothing and simply fight the charges in court. Torgo does not suggest this option, as organic juries are notoriously prejudiced against obviously nonhuman mechanoids. For example: To date, there is only one known example of a forklift being awarded victory in a criminal case. The final choice is, however, ultimately up to the (pending) Master."

Specialist The Mad Queen

 

[billthesomething]

Postal Dude
Darkened Skies (Windmill) - Gladius III
Rysesaka TrueBananaz The Mad Queen Eliasdagood
Thankfully when they emerged from the tunnel Postal Dude wasn't in the least bit bothered by the sudden change in lighting, thanks to the ever-present sunglasses he wore. "Nice place, reminds me of a PBS kid show." was his only comment regarding the new location he found himself in, though he did worry a bit about Champ, seeing as he was joining the Labrador in chasing the kids.

Hopefully, they had infinite stamina. He did not need a repeat of the last time Champs was near kids, but hopefully, Champ would actually behave for once. He'd pray, but he long since learned the Bastard took enjoyment in not making things easy for him. Welp if push comes to shove, he could just zap Champ with a taser.

And speaking of shoving, learning that one of his traveling companions was a Vampire, it just tempted him to shove the vampire into the sunlight, cause despite all the weird shit he's encountered and subsequently killed, a vampire wasn't on the list. But as much fun as it would be to discover if vampires exploded or turned to dust. He knew it would be in his best interest not to make any attempts at harming the other people in his group.

 

[Rysesaka]

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

"I'm infected from a virus called Alice Tetch. As long as you stay away from me if i ever get wounded, you'll be fine." Jim corrected the alien as he answered the question coming from the Sangheili. Jim wasn't sure where this alien came from but Jim assumes that this is a human city and this is Earth since he isn't aware that his real world got destroyed by the Great Hunger.

"Well, this is a human city and you're on Earth." Jim says it confidently.

"Although I'm not quite sure about what happened to this place but according to this man here." His eyes shifted to the man before shifting his attention back to the tall alien. "An alien invasion takes place here on Earth and don't tell me you are one of these aliens?"

Jim clenched his fist as he is now ready to transform back to his infected appearance so that he could throw the tall alien to a building by punching him with his superhuman strength coming from the virus but at the same time - he waits for the alien's response.

The Mad Queen Specialist


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

Victor nods when Harleen answered his question. As Victor was listening on what she was going to say next, Aria cut her off which Victor and Headhunter shifts their attention to the Asari crime boss. The conversation was about splitting the cost of the money if ever Victor and Headhunter went with Harleen on the trip to the Badlands, specifically the New Metropolis but the problem is that both of them don't have money to go on this trip because they wasted their pocket money by buying ammunition and food.

"Well, we don't have money." Victor shrugs as he looks at Aria.

"We'll work for you because we have no other choice." Victor said, smiling at Aria.

"A wise man once said, money isn't everything but everything needs money!" Headhunter chuckles, inserting a quote.


Sandrino Imperial
The Asylum, Seoul-Don
Tellestia, Gladius-I

Sandrino uses his enhanced hearing ability to listen to the conversation between Jeanette and Douglas as he looks at them, leaning on the table at the bar. Douglas explained to the mad sister that someone is killing mortals and dumped them on the entrance of the Trap Streets and Jeanette herself isn't being helpful. If he was on Douglas' position and is currently the evil Sandrino or the dark one, he'll torture her so that she could spit some information.

Douglas then heads back to the bar and said nothing unless Sandrino has something to do.

"Well, if I was the evil one, everything would went to shit already." Sandrino chuckles at Douglas before he disappeared in front of his face.

Moments later, Sandrino teleported behind Jeanette and immediately grabs her elbow in order to get an eye contact with her. As each other's eyes met, Sandrino can see the entire backstory of Jeanette and after the process, he releases her from his grip, raising his eyebrows to Jeanette for a moment.

"Two people on one body. We are the same." Sandrino implies that him and this Jeanette are the same since they both have split personalities although the difference is that the two Sandrinos have a pact not to backstab with each other even though the redeemed one doesn't really trust the evil one because of the past experiences. Judging by Jeanette's personality, the redeemed one doesn't have a choice but to flirt with her since Sandrino himself doesn't mind it at all since the two Sandrinos are both flirtatious if trying to obtain an information from female individuals who are partygoers or sluts - especially if they are beautiful.

"Are you sure you know nothing about the murders, Jeanette Voerman?" Sandrino takes a step forward as he began to flirt with her.

"You are the most beautiful girl I've met, I think we are intertwined by destiny, maybe we can be friends for fun if.." Sandrino takes another step forward, his face leaning onto her face like he is about to kiss Jeanette. "you want to help me.. about the murders that is currently happening right now." Sandrino whisphered to her.

"Any information will do." Sandrino smirks as he tilts his head like he is about to kiss Jeanette. He bite his lips and he step backwards a bit, hopefully this would work out.


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

After seeing what the receptionist looks like, CJ drops his jaw, surprised. He can't believe that a reptile is talking to him and the reptile's voice is somewhat feminine. CJ doesn't even take drugs like cocaine or crack and he is really sure that a reptile is talking to him. He rubbed his eyes for a moment to make sure this wasn't real and after he stop rubbing, the reptile is still there.

"Uhhh..." CJ scratched his head as he looks at the female Krogan from head to toe.

"No offense but what the fuck are you? I'm not takin' drugs but damn! A reptile can talk! Shi'.. sorry from mah words but lemme' ask you somethin', miss. Am I dreamin' right now?" CJ asked the female Krogan if he is currently dreaming right now.

 

[GrieveWriter]

Jesus Christ & Operator 6O: The Commonwealth/Diamond City, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
The Mad Queen DrBones​

As Harry walked away, Jesus took one look at 6O, Verdi, and Ashe before growing a distasteful expression and walking to join him, "Might as well come along, the sooner I get to let off some steam the better."

There was once a time when the prospect of tons of people dying would horrify him, Nevada was quick to break that trend. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to this, and beyond the need for some ass-kicking or information. He just thought it'd be cool to see what these Rat things brought to the table. He wouldn't be able to focus on his mission until he found a suitable and reliable mode of transportation, and rushing out to find one on his own would leave him either under-prepared or stranded on some barren ice planet. Truly this was the path of least resistance, especially if he'd be able to pick through these rat beasts. He wondered if his resurrective abilities would extend to them, as it would certainly be interesting having servants of a completely different species for once.

With that thought he felt the scientist in him give a little kick after being suppressed for what felt like years of focusing solely on combat, truly there was opportunity around every corner. But he had to play this smart, and right now smart meant getting in good withe these Diamond City folk... at least until something better presented itself.

So he folded his arms and stood beside the entrance of Publick Occurrences as Harry went to go deal with the Shaper, occasionally glancing at passing individuals to size up whether they'd also be a boon to them in combat. The Android might be a useless pile of junk but she was observant. Jesus was sure he'd at least be able to survive dealing with these Rats no matter their numbers or weaponry, but as he thought about it he realized that getting other Outlanders involved worked on two-fronts. Sure it meant he wouldn't have just Harry out their helping mow down heavily armed rodents, but he'd also be able to take note off their abilities as well. And in a scenario such as this, information was practically ambrosia.

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Freshet Thepotatogod​

After seeing Harry and Jesus continue their search for more assistance, Operator 6O turned to refocus on her current objective. And after holding back a small giggle at Verdi's lack of direction, she was quick to raise her hand "I know where it is, so no need to worry."

She gestured for Ashe and her to follow before turning and making her way to the focal point of Diamond City Radio. As she walked, she grew somewhat curious about Ashe, as she seemed to be Verdi's associate yet didn't seem in line with her social tendencies. At least from what 6O had seen so far. Even so, her attire labeled her as a Outlander as well, or perhaps just an odd local. But no, she couldn't let herself think too far into it, not yet at least. They had a concert to plan, and she could start asking Outlanders things then.

"I'm not exactly familiar with this world's take on communications, as it's pretty outdated, at least by my standards." she noted as she walked "But the Radio Station that Travis runs seems to broadcast its signal over the majority of the surrounding area. Though I'm not sure what we'll need for a concert, I can see you're already properly equipped for one."

She glanced back to gesture to Verdi's instrument before turning forward once more and giving a hum of thought "From what I've seen so far there already seems to be some designated meeting spots we could use if we speak to the right people."

But she waved off her own speech, she was risking rambling at this point "But like you said, let's just deal with the basics for now."

And with that she came to a stop outside of Travis's abode and knocked on the front door.

 

[Specialist]

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

Vasu growled before his mandibles parted to speak again- it seemed like this was the alien's way of beginning to talk rather than coming across as consistently angry. "This is concerning. Surely the Covenant could not have done this? I was a part of their military force, and we did invade Earth. However, the year was Two-thousand Five-hundred and Fifty-two. The Age of Reclamation, as it was known to the Covenant. I am no longer affiliated with their forces, and I shall not bore you with the Schism. You mentioned something about a 'Great Hunger' earlier. Is that what has collapsed this world?"

 

[Donder172]

• Nameless Mook: Brymor Crossing Sword Coast (Gladius-II)​
  Wordlessly, the Nameless Mook of the Black Demon Sect followed the pair into the sewers. Upon entering their was some intense gagging by the mook as he began rocking forwards a bit as he dry-heaved for a few seconds. Regaining his composure he looked forwards towards Ulfi and gave a firm nod.
  
  “Qi manipulation hm? Yes, I would rather not get in the way of that. I shall not deny you point.” spoke the Nameless Mook towards Ulfi as he proceeded to follow them from the rear. Keeping a good hold of his sword, the Nameless Mook prepared himself for an inevitable conflict.
  
  ...And he felt, that was from the strange music emanating from another labyrinthine corridor in the sewer complex. “Hm...” ruminated the former mook of the Black Demon Sect, “...This must be the way.” With those remarks done, the mook began rushing towards the scene, making the distinctive sound of sloshing. After rushing to the scene, he had uncovered a strange and hellish complex being ran by these creatures which appeared as if they were some manner of demon from the wastelands.
  
  And they were interlocked with a man who was fully clad in familiar – yet strangely distinctive – armor wielding his own blade. Perhaps this man was from Dong Li, a warrior who was sworn to protect their magical weapons, like the temples of Xi You? Nonetheless he appeared to have a bit more than he could chew.
  
  Gritting his teeth, the Nameless Mook drew his own blade with his left hand. “I might not know what you are, but I can tell your intents here are surely not for the best, and so you must be stopped!” declared the Nameless Mook, who in the back of his mind hoped that he gave a fairly decent speech.
  
  But this was followed by him charging at some of the Orcs of Sauron, and him swinging his blade downwards at them in order to help the mysterious stranger in his combat.

"Not 'Qi'. A power we know as the Thu'um, a Shout. A power used for centuries only by the dovah, the dragons until Kyne bestowed this gift onto men." Ulfi said as she walked further. She followed The Nameless Mook, keeping up with his pace for now.

As the group finds a stranger fighting unusual creatures, Ulfi charged in along with the Nameless Mook. Trying to keep him, the stranger and Steven out of the way of her Thu'um, she took a deep breath, then yelled "Yol.... TOOR SHUL!", using Fire Breath on the Orcs. Followed by swinging at the Orcs with her blade.

She never saw someone like that and the creatures were quite unfamiliar to her, though reminding her of something.

 

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: The Western Graveyard: The Badlands
Namorae snarls at the mention of someone coming for this place. “Are they asking for vengeful undead? Because that is how you get vengeful undead.” She mutters. “How are we to deal with that? It’s a large area, three cannot consistently patrol it.”

 

[Freshet]

Chuck Greene: Tellestia Gladius I​

"There is no quenching the hunger..." blared out of the speakers to Chuck Greene's Slicecicle. Chuck was driving at a fairly slow speed, as the mechanized teeth of the Slicecicle were not ravenous for blood yet, down the streets. His attention was primarily focused on the road ahead of him, but he made a few quick takes of the head back towards Katey. She was still firmly upon his back and kept in place rather well by the duct-tape.

"Don't worry Katey." Chuck remarked as he took in a deep breath, as he took a quick glance back towards the doll. His pupils widened and his lips quivered as he spoke in rather empathetic tones. "Just hold onto daddy, just hold on tight. Daddy doesn't want you falling off now. Don't worry, there's still time. I'll find you some more Zombrex. I always do..." Chuck Greene took in a deep gulp as he spoke in far more hushed tone.

"I always do..."

Stopping just shortly away from the outside of a night-club, Chuck gripped the neck of a whiskey-bottle and began downing it. Gulping the liquor in heavy-succession, Chuck's eyes glanced down towards the bottle. There was not nearly enough for his appetite; snarling at the realization he immediately threw the bottle at the street allowing it to explode into a storm of glass.

"Shit." snarled out Chuck who, immediately realized his action. He reached behind himself and cupped at the doll's ears with both of his hands while looking towards it. "You didn't hear that did you Katey? I don't want to go on setting a bad example for you." Chuck paused for a moment waiting for a response.

It never came; but Chuck gave an relieved smile. "Okay, that's good. That's, good. I'm not raising you to end up like one of those nutbars." Chuck finished with a bit of laughter as stared at the Asylum while he wobbled a bit sitting upon his bike.

"Daddy, Daddy needs to attend to some business. Just stick with me and no talking to any of the strangers here. You can't trust them. I just need to grab something from here, then I'll go get your Zombrex." And so, after turning off his vehicle and parking it, Chuck Greene began to stumble into the bar of monsters to fulfill his booze run. Was it bad taking his daughter into a den of sickos, monsters and other such things? Well yes. But it was better than leaving her outside to the elements. And at least this way Chuck could protect Katey from any of the creatures that threatened her.

Chuck was going to keep Katey safe like he always would.

Rysesaka The Mad Queen