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[The Mad Queen]

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

The Shaper did have a point, but the group would be going into unknown territory, as far as Harry was concerned. It would be different if he was taking the kid with him into the Commonwealth and teaching them how to shoot by picking off Mole rats, like he'd done with Shaun.
Before he could say anything, Messier started into a rant that actually made him smile a little. He couldn't make heads or tails with some of the stuff she talked about, wondering about the likes of penguins and possible time travel but one thing was crystal clear to him: she had fight in her.
She was also seventy years old and had died at some stage. One of those statements alone would have raised eyebrows, but Harry had heard of weirder.

Ghouls that were hundreds of years old, families who kept themselves immortal via a formula, aliens. Somebody returning from the dead wasn't too far away from ordinary. There was also a chance of Messier being some kind of synth from another dimension who had the consciousness of somebody who'd died, but he decided to keep that theory to himself.
The sunflower was another thing. It was obvious that whatever the seventy year old was holding wasn't a sunflower, given her story and he wanted to see what it was capable of.
That could wait though. Setting it off in a populated area was a horrible idea.

Taking a step back, as to be out of the line of fire from the flower he raised his hands.
"I believe you, Messier. Hell, I'm probably a century or two old and I don't look too bad for it." He chuckled "You can come along if you want."

Looking to Jesus he shrugged
"I think so, but let's wait another few minutes just in case we run into someone else. Preston's forces still need to fill up the Vertibirds."
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"Nobody's ever really charged rent for the stage. Like I said, it was the Mayor's." Travis shrugged "So how about I give it to you rent-free? If you're looking for a place to stay, that might be something else though. Not really up to me, but I can put in a good word for a discount."

"You had trouble with the noodle machine?" Travis asked "Well if you're looking for food, there's Choice Chops, a butcher shop but there's Dugout Inn and
Colonial Taphouse."
He leaned forwards, a hand next to his mouth "But between you and me, the Colonial Taphouse is a ripoff."
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From the city's intercom, a voice called out to Apollyon.
"Who are you? What business do you have in Diamond City?"

Not every outworlder who had crossed the green jewel of the Commonwealth had been friendly.

DrBones GrieveWriter Ennuis Freshet Thepotatogod Sleek
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

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

"I'll have to pass on being a Vampire." Peter said "Sure, it would probably cure my diabetes but I'd be frightened of drinking someone like a Capri Sun. That, and when I married Susan our vows were 'till death do us part', and being undead might complicate things."
As the sound got louder, Peter shielded his ears and looked up.

On top of a house just in front of the group was a shadow. Peter watched as they moved their hand, dispelling the awful music.
"Thanks, man!" Peter called out with a grin. He heard the panting of a dog coming from behind and turned, facing the postman and his loyal dog "Oh hey, I don't know what was causing that racket out that person stopped it."
He pointed to the rooftop.

"Wait..."

Spoiler: A New Challenger Approaches

"CaN yOU fEEl the SuNsHiNE!" The doll screamed
"What the heck?" Peter cried

billthesomething TrueBananaz Rysesaka
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

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

Everything fell apart so fast. Imperial and Chuck tore into each other, and the streets around them started to burn. Some residents fled for safety, while others stayed behind to fight the blaze. He watched a spellcaster conjure water into her hands and create a wave to put out the flames of a house.
The way Douglas saw it, law enforcement would be on top of Chuck and Imperial soon enough and he would have left the two for what passed for police in the trap streets. There was just one problem though, Imperial knew Douglas' secret.

If he killed Chuck or turned him he'd be questioned, and if Douglas left him there was little to stop him from blabbing. Chuck's actions could also spark conflict with the humans outside, viewing his assault as a terrorist attack from somebody who had uncovered their world.
He couldn't get close enough to kill him, not without exposing his teeth and claws but there was still a chance of bringing Chuck down non-lethally.

The Vampire and the psychopath had drawn the attention of more than just civilians, and it wasn't long before security forces and armed with plasma rifles ran around the corner. There were three in total.
"Stand down immediately!" One yelled

The Trap-Street residents took threats very seriously, and had technology and magic to put them down. The plasma was intentional, as it did as much damage to many non-humans as it did to humans. Tellestia tech, enchanted and enhanced by Trap-Street residents.

A smile crept across Douglas' face as an idea sprung to mind.
"Hey!" He yelled "The Vampire's innocent! He...He saved me from that crazy person!" He sounded panicked and frightened. All an act, of course but a good one. He needed to keep Imperial in sight and out of the hands of the law. If he was arrested and tried, there wouldn't be much keeping him from telling others about Douglas' secret.

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-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

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

The posters, the talk of Earthnoids, of chemical weapons and the casual joking about war crimes had all sent Geala into a frenzy.
"These people are planning something, planning a move against Earth. Our home. We have to stop them. Whatever the cost. End them now while their guard is down."
Alva shook her head
"Child. Listen to me! I beg you. These people must be stopped. Here and now, before they reach Earth. Look at how your blood relative reacted to them. Do they not remind you of another group of humans? In fact, several groups!? I can think of a few that would put you, put us to death for the mere crime of existing. This is our chance to leave a mark on the universe, to save countless lives. To be a hero like the ones in your books. I may not care for humanity, but nature will suffer in the crossfire of their act of genocide."
The young woman tried, but in vain to shut out the voice.
"Child, do it now. If our Earth still exists, then think of how many people on it that you care about that live on it! Destroy them!"

She was so caught up that she didn't even notice Torgo grabbing her but when she regained a bit of composure, she pulled away. The android had a strong grip, and it took a lot of pulling but eventually Alva was free.
"No." She muttered. Glaring into Torgo's eyes, Alva repeated herself "No. I'm not going with you. I'm staying with my family, and then I'm getting off this station. There's too much at stake."

"We have company."
Alva looked over to see someone in armour a bit similar to Samus' approaching the group.
"Is that a friend of yours?" Oliver asked her "I bloody hope so, for our sake." He sighed

Specialist Shining Wizard Alpha007
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

Alfred Pennyworth
The Spa, Bliss
Free Planets, Gladius-II

"No worries, mate." Alfred smiled back.

"Lead the way because I don't know this majestic place very well."

"Majestic." The android smiled "Thank you for the compliment."
His eyes flashed for one moment "I apologise. I can't seem to find a record of you in the database. This rarely happens, but it will require me to go into standby mode. Please wait."

The android lowered his head.

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

"Well, I'll just go with yo' questions then since you said it's easy. Easy peasy." CJ smiles as he waits for Karen's instructions.

Karen got up and opened a door to a room behind the desk.
"Alright CJ."
Given CJ's history, he would be familiar with interview rooms but this one seemed different. As well as the bright colours there was an offering of various foods, like a mini-buffet.
"After you." Karen said, flashing him a smile.

James Gordon
En route to LexCorp Tower
New Metropolis, The Badlands, Gladius-IV

After minutes of walking deep into the city, nothing is happening. Jim is mostly quiet as he was focused on his surroundings since he is prepared anything such as ambush and then he saw the LexCorp Tower nearby.

"So, this is the LexCorp Tower."

He turns around to Vasu.

"The man we encountered earlier said this is the safe zone so I assume we are safe but just be ready." Jim said as he turns around to face the LexCorp tower, he eyed the sigil of the LexCorp for a moment and he continued to walk further to the LexCorp tower.

The Mad Queen Specialist

A checkpoint patrolled by soldiers in heavy, dark green power armour lay in front of the two. Marked on the left arms of each soldier was a symbol, a purple L inside of a green circle. One of the soldiers looked to the approaching Jim, then to the alien standing at his side and raised a hand.
"Hold on." He said "Who are you two?"

Specialist
-OPEN TO ANYONE-

 

[Sleek]

Alexandria-003, Gladius I (The Citadel)

The response was loud and clear, which surprised her. There weren't many IIs on the Infinity anymore, save herself and Blue Team. The realization left her stunned, though a little glad. Not many were left.

"Spartan, report!"

She barked, her voice a dead giveaway to Samus. Though, thanks to ONI, it had been a very long time since they had talked.

"Location?"

She asked tersely. Alexandria knew it was only a matter of time before she needed to leave.

( Specialist )

HUNK, Gladius IV (Mos Eisley)

HUNK lowered his weapons. He seemed wrong, though the activity of this group was.... troublesome. One of them greeted him, and he holstered his weapon. Not because he didn't want to hurt them, but because he needed allies fast.

"HUNK. Umbrella Security Service. Identify."

While he technically held no authority, he spoke and carried himself as if he still had some. He certainly couldn't be taken for your average off-worlder.

( The Mad Queen Freshet Zerohex )

Apollyon, Gladius IV (Diamond City)

The voice gave her pause. What was that thing? This...device was beyond what her blackstones used during sieges. However, a man was using it nonetheless.

"I am Apollyon. I am simply here to enter."

Not the whole truth, but the statement was truthful. A grim satisfaction spread across her face, hidden as it was behind her death's head helmet.

( The Mad Queen )

 

[Specialist]

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

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Boss wasted no time in placing a following NavPoint that lead Alexandria directly to her location. Meanwhile, the calm and collected voice responded to Alexandria. "Fancy seeing you here, Classmate. Regroup on me ASAP- I'll explain everything when you get here." Questions began flooding her head faster than the answers that could be conjured up in a reasonable timeframe. Was this Spartan of the same group, had she ever met her before? The tone vaguely sounded familiar, but she left it at that. She was more concerned how to address one of her own of the same shock that accompanied her entire universe being destroyed. One thing at a time, and hopefully her peer would believe her. Samus turned back to the others and held up a hand as she began getting closer to the spaceport with her group. "I need to explain some things to my classmate when they arrive. This is important, so bear with us for a bit." She stopped moving and waited for the Spartan's arrival to her location. There was no telling what MJOLNIR she had, if any variant at all.

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

The alien hesitantly stopped in his tracks; swallowing a threatening grumble as he clearly took offense to submitting to such a pathetic being's command. The Sangheili pointed the barrel of his Needler to the ground, yet kept it at an adjusted stance incase, as Jim put it, the South went anywhere. He decided not to speak unless addressed directly; letting the daunting task of diplomacy's weight shift upon the Police Captain's shoulders.

 

[The Mad Queen]

Harley Quinn: En-Route to New Metropolis (Gladius-IV)
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"Jim's wife was murdered, years before this dictator came to power. Eileen Gordon." Harley explained "Some bozo named Clayface did it, so I placed 'im in several jars so he couldn't escape."
Quickly realising how her words sounded, Harleen corrected herself.
"Oh, yeah. Clayface is this guy made of, well...Clay, or a clay-like substance that can shift his form. We used that against 'im when he came after my friends. He can disguise himself as anyone, and that's what the Regime used him for. To break us by pretendin' to be our loved ones."

Harley threw her head back and laughed.
"Luckily for me though, they didn't know about..." She stopped herself "Nevermind. You wanna know about Bruce, about Joker? Alright."
She did not want to give away Bruce's identity under any circumstances. Sure, in her universe it had been public knowledge that he was Batman due to that being leaked but Victor said himself that the Multiverse was interesting.
"Bruce helped fund the resistance. Fully grown where I'm from, heck he's older than me. Based on some photos I've seen, he takes after his dad."

She let out a heavy sigh
"The Joker was a monster and I used to work for 'im 'cause I was a stupid little girl and he promised to show me the world. He broke this guy, Superman who used to be all about protectin' people and upholdin' the law. An alien with more-or-less Godlike powers. Joker wanted to see what would happen if he broke him...

And he only got to see that for a few minutes. Superman punched a hole in his chest, ripping out his heart with one blow. After that, he took his belief in protectin' people and conquered the world."

She cocked one of her pistols.
"Now the Joker's back. Somehow, and he knows where I live so I gotta stop 'im before he hurts someone. Batman made a mistake in not killin' him and the whole world paid the price when the Joker broke Superman. I understand why he doesn't kill, but I gotta make this one last exception."

She looked up at Victor and Headhunter, grinning.
"Then I'm retirin'. Simple enough."

Rysesaka

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

"I like you, girl. Do you have a name?" Karla smiled "And yes, I would like to see this ship."
She wasn't threatening Karla with violence, nor throwing out racial slurs or talking of slavery so she was off to a better start than many others the Tiefling had encountered in her travels, especially in her home universe.
Still, she remained cautious.

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"Oh, you're forward." Ilka chuckled "Well, I'm..." She paused, remembering what The Dark Enforcer had said "The Serpent. Who the hell are you to demand such things?"
She studied the soldier with her eyes, like a hungry wolf.
"On second thought...I might have something that could interest you, Mr HUNK."

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

"Yeah. I used to live here." Venkman smiled "Back in my home dimension, I made a house in this place."
With a wave of his hand, the Mage created a bump in the road that he moved the bike around.
"As a Moros, I can bend this place in some ways. Some more subtle than others. It takes time, and a lot of concentrating but...I'm hoping, one day that I can build a refuge within the graveyard."

"I would get to work on that as soon as possible, and I've even considered moving here permanently, but I have duties in my country."
He glanced at her slightly, his main focus still on the road.
"Part of that is bringing them this information."

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-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

Apollyon, Gladius IV (Diamond City)

The voice gave her pause. What was that thing? This...device was beyond what her blackstones used during sieges. However, a man was using it nonetheless.

"I am Apollyon. I am simply here to enter."

Not the whole truth, but the statement was truthful. A grim satisfaction spread across her face, hidden as it was behind her death's head helmet.

( The Mad Queen )

There was some incoherent muttering on the other side of the com.
"Yeah, we know you want to enter, lady. It's a gate. The question is why. Are you here to trade, or find a place to stay? Whatever it is, just promise you won't start any trouble and we'll open the gate."
"We have armed guards inside. Do not hurt any citizens." Another voice added. It was older, and firmer than the first one.

 

[Eliasdagood]

Farator: Darkened Skies
Farator sighs with relief when the music stops, but keeps his gaze fixed on the creature. He has never seen such a strange appearance. He wonders if it tastes any good as he draws his staff from under his coat. “I would rather not.” He says coldly, as a magic missile bursts from the head of his staff toward the thing.
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Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands
Namorae laughs softly, getting used to the feel of the bike, and quite enjoying the adrenaline from the speed. “That’s amazing! I hope I will be able to help you with that. Spirits have always kept me company. I would have had few friends in my world if not for them.”
The Mad Queen

Cortova: Mos Eisley, The Badlands
The human grins. “I’m Cortova. Pleasure to meet you both!” She says, beckoning for them to follow her as she walks to where her ship is landed and refueling. “This is my baby. I’ve had her since I started, and I’ve put a lot of work into her.” She says, opening the main door by remote. “I’ll show you around if you want.”

 

[DrBones]

Solution: Diamond City, Badlands, Gladius-IV

Solution listened carefully to Messier's story. Every word of it was obviously either a lie or an earnestly-believed hallucination, but she spoke with enough conviction that Solution couldn't help but be convinced.

When Messier brandished her sunflower at the party, Solution gave it a thorough examination. This was definitely a fine example of a flower; she had never seen such a vigorous specimen, and especially not one so healthy for being unrooted. Whether any of Messier's experiences were real or not, she had the know-how to breed an organism as self-evidently fit as a fine Baton. Since breeding Batons was a long and complicated process only viable for experienced Shapers, the breeding of something like Messier's flower must be similarly difficult.

"Yes, I see now," Solution nodded proudly, "I'm sorry for doubting you. Perhaps we'll share our notes, so to speak, some time."

Solution rolled her eyes as her fellow members blindly accepted Messier's story. At the very least, avoiding exposing any genuine Shaper secrets would be easy from here on. At that point, the Sole Survivor presented the idea of recruiting further assistance from the town, an excellent idea. Then he proposed that they... wait for someone to come to them?

"Do you have anyone else in mind?" Solution asked the Sole Survivor testily, "Mercenaries tend not to approach people looking for a job. Normally, one needs to find them."

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[Zerohex]

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

"The fuck would you know about livin large? 'cause being an animal ain't it. Smoothness, finesse is where it's at, and if you gotta force it then you don't have it, buddy. Why bother dealing with 50 obstacles when you can get to where you need to be by just dealing with the right one?", carried on the Turk, blowing a perfect ring of smoke as he shrugged. Not my fault you're the way you are, was the message. Not my fault I know better. He shot Ilka a sideways glance and another smile, half amused-half apologetic, and maybe she just managed to catch the slightest glimpse of what might have been a wink from him. "And what can I say, scales, daggers and poison ain't usually my thing, especially not when there's work in the way, so getting snakebit is your problem not mine".

The newcomer's arrival broke up the banter some and King took stock of the man, openly eyeing him up down with professional thoroughness. As though he were a piece of meat. Egh, newbloods. The fistfighter gave them something of a pass on things he wouldn't allow others, because finding yourself lost in a new world in bumfuck nowhere was a bit of a stressful experience, but still. Some attitudes, man. "Some free advice, you might want to put that shit away before you get hurt, people are already on edge around here", he answered HUNK, flicking what remained of his cigar towards his feet with a malicious grin. "And the attitude isn't gonna help, either. You're nobody here until you prove you're somebody. But at least you look the part so that shouldn't be hard, huh?".

Despite all this, he gestured for the soldier to come towards the shade, making something of a show of doffing his hat to the man who had the decency of introducing himself by name more or less properly. About as well as you could expect round these parts, really. "King's the name, fistfights are my game".

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[Freshet]

• Dark Enforcer
• Chuck Greene
• Verdi

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  The Dark Enforcer; Mos Eisley Badlands (Gladius IV)​
  
  As the newcomer came, The Dark Enforcer merely kept his position as he eyed the scene. He cocked his head towards Ilka as she began to take a bit more forceful tone against him. This was followed by a brief nod of approval as The Dark Enforcer noted that she was learning. Well, she was learning a bit anyway. When King made his point about finesse being superior to brute tactics, The Dark Enforcer sneered as he removed his palm from the wall and lowered his shades.
  
  He turned to glance at Turk, with a distinctive smile on his face. “Watch and learn King. Watch, and, learn.” With that The Dark Enforcer began swaggering towards Ilka, practically prowling around her. There was a bestial grin on The Dark Enforcer’s lips as he stopped behind the ‘land-mermaid’ and lowered his arm to deliver a firm, yet gentle considering The Dark Enforcer as after all this was merely a prologue, smack to Ilka’s ass. Following this The Dark Enforcer got up even closer to her and rested his chin upon her back, allowing his monstrous grin to grow even bigger.
  
  “I hear...” The Dark Enforcer began whispering what could be construed as sweet nothings, “...This is how you snakes begin courtship. Unlike King, I don't mind biting. I hope you like it rough like I do.” Upon finishing this piece of dialogue he kept his head upon her back for a few moments longer before rising up, patting Ilka, and then concluding by walking to the front of the group. Though he turned his head back towards King to address him via mouthing the phrase ‘Brute tactics win.’ at him. While it probably wasn’t a competition, The Dark Enforcer had to demonstrate to King why his methods were better.
  
  He just needed to rub it in. Just a little.
  
  Returning his shades up he smirked towards Hunk, slowly gesturing for him to come over. “The Dark Enforcer.” firmly stated The Dark Enforcer.
  
  Thumbing back towards Ilka he continued on. “You’ll show respect towards The Serpent cause if you don’t...” There was a distinctive beat as The Dark Enforcer began to clutch his metallic fists together as he smirked at Hunk. “You mess with me. Got it? So you best make a good impression on her, or well can’t say what she might want me to do to you.”
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  Chuck Greene; Tellestia (Gladius I)​
  
  Chuck Greene did stop throwing the flaming bottles of whiskey as soon as the police arrived. Frenetically he began staring in all directions, almost foaming at the mouth with a crazed look in his eye. “You nutbars aren’t going to hurt my Katey any further! You won’t lay even another finger on my little girl!” This was followed by a distinctive glaring towards Douglas and Imperial.
  
  He eyed the enforcement agents, still with a wild stare but he was distinctively tearing up. “She just needs her Zombrex! I only have three hours!” He began rocking back and forth as he noticed that, Katey slid out of her duck-taped holding.
  
  Sprawling on the asphalt, he laid down as he quickly began checking her. “KATEY!” Quickly his arms wrapped around the doll as he began quickly eying her. She was intact but there was clearly some damage to the arms.
  
  “Sssshh...” Chuck began as he slowly pulled Katey towards her and kissed at the elbow of the doll. “...It’s okay Katey. It’ll, it’ll be okay.” He quickly embraced the doll in a deep hug, as tears were flowing down his cheek.
  
  “These freaks, these nutbars won’t hurt you anymore. Not anymore.” spoke the father as he stroked at the doll’s hair, “I won’t let them. I would rather die before letting them ever, ever try hurting you again. C’mon let, let daddy give you a piggy-back ride. How does that sound? Then, then we’ll get your Zombrex.”
  
  With that Chuck began to reach behind him and get his doll back into place; during which he continued to monitor the scene ever vigilant to strike at these creatures if they even made the slightest move against Katey.
  
  He was a father after all; and he was not going to let these creeps hurt his daughter or get in the way of her Zombrex.
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  Verdi: Diamond City, The Badlands (Gladius IV)​
  Verdi stood bewildered at Travis, with her mouth agape as he said that they could get the stage for free. Wow, these people REALLY have to be itching for a show! Maybe the stage is haunted? Thought the rocker as she placed a hand on her hip and tilted her head. "Oh yes! I didn't see any hotels in the area, perhaps you can tell me where some are? After all I not only need the space buuuut-" She glanced towards Ashe, Model A and Operator 6O.
  
  "The other gal pals need lodging as well!" Her eyes widened at the mention of discount as Verdi couldn't help but wring her fingers together. "Ah that would be most excellent! Most excellent indeed! I presume you will need signatures to confirm a contract for your stage but aaah-" Feeling her stomach growl, Verdi spun on her heels as she looked towards her comrades in somewhat musical arms.
  
  "So apparently we have other options for grub!" She leaned her head to the side as she peered towards the sack of bottle-caps in 6O's possession, "We proooobably should have enough for food before hitting up the local hotels! Assuming they haven't been destroyed by -" Cocking her head to Travis, Verdi once again put her hand on her hip and used her other arm to waggle a finger.
  
  "Okay seriously, what kind of natural disaster happened? I need to know before I start the charity concert. What was it, hurricane, tornado, come on I need those details! Aaaand why the Taphouse is a rip-off."

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Chuck Greene - The Mad Queen Rysesaka
Verdi - Mad Queen GrieveWriter Thepotatogod

 

[Rysesaka]

Chris Walker
Darkened Skies, Gladius-III

This awful music has been fueling Chris' strength for minutes due to his irritation despite his calmness. On the other hand, he saw a shadow on top a house and the awful music finally stopped.

"At last, it's gone." Chris said as he grunts.
After the awful music died down, some sort of a bloodied doll makes its appearance and yelled 'Can you feel the sunshine' which made Chris annoyed from its aura.

"HEY!" Chris yelled at the doll.

"You will end up like this stupid fish right here." He shows the head of Jeff the Killer to the doll.

"I'll be the one to make you feel the sunshine, little pig." Chris gestured the doll to come down as he gritted his teeth so that Chris could rip its head off.

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Alfred Pennyworth
The Spa, Bliss
Free Planets, Gladius-II

"Uhhh-.. alrighty then

As the android lowered his head, Alfred just stood there, waiting for the android until it comes back.


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

He lift himself up from his head and heads to the interview room. For CJ, the interview room is really different as there was a mini-buffet inside an interview room.

"Oh damn! A mini-buffet inside an interview room? No shi'.." CJ was amazed from the fact that there's a mini-buffet inside an interview room.


James Gordon
'Checkpoint' (En route to LexCorp Tower)
New Metropolis, The Badlands, Gladius-IV

Jim would see the checkpoint nearby patrolled by soldiers in some dark green power armor marked with a symbol of L. One of the soldiers stopped them and asked who were they. Since Jim noticed that the alien will not talk, Jim is one who'll do the diplomacy.

"I am Jim Gordon, Captain of the GCPD and this is Vasu, a Sangheili or whatever you call it."

"A civilian said that LexCorp Tower is a safezone, right?" Jim awaits one of the soldiers' responses.

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[Shining Wizard]

TORGO - GLADIUS I, CITADEL, WARDS, PRINCIPALITY OF ZEON

The (pending) Master kept acting like an oversize child and fighting Torgo's grip, forcing Torgo to let go before the (pending) Master bruised herself or, worse, suffered degloving at Torgo's rough metal hands. Torgo scanned the area for what had caused the (pending) Master such distress- possibly an artisinal craft beer festival, or a fidget spinner of some kind. Instead, Torgo was met with the (pending) Master's explanation of... wanting to do exactly what they had already been doing, but being contrarian about it.

Torgo raised her hand to signal that she wanted permission to speak, then spoke anyways without bothering to wait.

"The Master (pending) and company are currently pursuing a means off the space station upon which they are currently stranded i.e. a 'spaceport'. Torgo has received directions to a spaceport from local citizenry. Torgo is currently pursuing said spaceport with (pending) Master and company in tow. Torgo will attempt to process new orders momentarily."

Torgo's body gave off a pleasant low-pitched whirring noise, followed by a high-pitched beep and the acrid smell of burnt plastic. Thin white steam began to seep from Torgo's shoulder joints with a low hiss as her decision process encountered a fatal error and forced a shutdown.

Ah, thought Torgo, so this is what organic beings call [exasperation].

The backlighting returned to Torgo's eyes as she returned to her view of the (pending) Master, flanked by her kitty cat (designation: adorable, widdle), the fatass (designation: humanoid waste product), and oh wonderful ghettotron 9000 made a new friend in the 2.7 seconds Torgo was out. This babysitting job was a lot harder than Torgo's calculations had made it out to be. Looking up at the (pending) Master, Torgo continued their conversation.

"Apologies. The (pending) Master's orders were so pointlessly self-defeating that their input caused Torgo actual, physical pain. As such, Torgo was forced to purge said orders from memory. Would the (pending) Master like to send an error report and/or input new orders: y/n."

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[The Mad Queen]

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

Karla placed the disc in her bag of holding and followed along, Richard behind her.
"What are you thinking?"
"I dunno, you can read my mind so..."
"Either you take this place or you see how it plays out."
"Gonna go with the second one."

Turning away from Gunther, Karla smiled at her fellow merc
"Alright, let's see what you got."

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

The half-Vampire reminded Venkman more of himself. In his home universe he'd really only had six friends who weren't ghosts. A Changeling, two Mages, a Sin Eater and two Vampires, including Jolie of course. He'd had to cut off all contact with all of them when he faked his death. Apparently a few of them had made it to Gladius, last he heard but mustering up the strength to say hello was far more difficult than bending reality.

He was silent for a few moments, staring across the horizon. They reached the end of the Graveyard, where the dead met the sea but there was no water. Instead, the bike easily crossed over. If the Half-Vampire was immortal, like her kin then perhaps the Mage could solve his problem with the Graveyard. It was so vast, and for every ghost he helped pass on there seemed to be ten more to take their place.
Between duties at home, and his still human body there was no way Venkman would be able to solve the ghost problem. He wouldn't live as long as most Mages, or even humans given how much he had put in his body when he was younger.

It would take it's toll eventually and his body, his mind would start to decline. Sure, there were ways of achieving immortality and cheating death but he refused to go down those paths.
Obviously he couldn't pass on his actual spells to the Half-Vampire, but he could teach her other things in order to help the dead. She, in turn could pass on that information to future Mages.

It was possible. All he needed to do was somehow reunite the girl with her father and she wouldn't have a reason to leave the planet.

"Thanks." Venkman said "It's just me out here, aside from the giant so I could sure use the help."

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

The doll was struck by a Magic Missile, knocking a hole in it's gut. Blood-covered stuffing spewed over the rooftop, and it drew back.
"SunsHiNe!" It screeched "Return the hEaD!"
"No, I can't feel the sunshine because there's no sun here. Silly doll." Peter scoffed "How do you people even survive without Vitamin D? I mean I get it, you're a doll and..."
He pointed to Jeff's decapitated head "He's half-fish. But a Vitamin D deficiency can have some nasty side-effects."
"Shut up fatty!" The doll screeched again
"I'm not fat, I'm big-boned!" Peter snapped

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

Douglas sat back, watching Chuck's breakdown and let out a heavy sigh.
"Oh, for feck's sake."
Walking towards Chuck, he stood between the father and the armed officers.
"Guys. Can't you just let him off with a warning?"
"Are you for real? You just told us he attacked you! He set fire to several buildings!

The blaze was starting to be contained, with a humanoid being made of water arriving on the scene, and creating small waves.
"Maybe." Douglas shrugged "But he's trying to help his kid. Thought we were going to hurt her."
With one hand, he gestured towards Chuck "If you're gonna take him in, at least let me get his kid her Zombrex first, alright?"

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

Clenching one of her fists, Alva let out a deep sigh.
"I don't want to get a ship from these people." Alva whispered, taking a lot of care to keep her voice as low as possible "We're dealing with people who are awfully similar to people I've dealt with before, and I don't trust them."

"I mean, look around. The big posters, the talk of casually murdering Earthanoids and joking about a plan to use chemical weapons." She squeezed the ride of her nose "I say we go back the way we came, find another spaceport. There's bound to be more on this station."
Giving a cartoonish shrug, Alva looked down at Torgo "Or you can just stay with the Space-Fascists. Up to you. I don't need a Maid anyway."
"We can always go back and ask that alien for directions." Oliver butted in

Specialist Shining Wizard Sleek
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[Sleek]

Alexandria-003, Gladius I (The Citadel)

"On my way."

Alexandria said, snapping off her comms and heading towards the nav point. Her armor's motion tracker pinged every once in a while, showing the locations of nearby people.

The Spartan double-timed it to Samus' location, not wanting to waste any time.

( The Mad Queen Specialist Shining Wizard )

HUNK, Gladius IV (Mos Eisley)

HUNK ignored King and Enforcer. They were not important, nor was their talk. What was important, however, was what 'The Serpent' offered: a possible job.

"Im listening."

Was the response HUNK gave. He put his weapons away, but kept his hand on his unbuckled holster. At the first sign of trouble, he'd opt out, with force if necessary.

( Freshet Zerohex )

Apollyon, Gladius IV (Diamond City)

"I just want to seek shelter, for now. You have my word that I will not harm your citizens."

The Warlord said. A lie, maybe, but it sounded truthful. She wouldn't attack as long as none attacked her.

"Now, will you open the gate, or will you play me with needless questions?"

( The Mad Queen )

 

[billthesomething]

Postal Dude
Darkened Skies - Gladius-III
"Finally some action, I was beginning to feel a little blue balled." He stated with a grin as he drew his revolver and began firing it at the ugly doll. He was aiming to cause the least amount of damage to it in hopes there would be something left of the doll, for Champ to chew on.
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[Specialist]

Samus-007/Gladius I: The Presidium
[Interacting with: The Mad Queen , Shining Wizard , Sleek ; Open to Interaction]
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This really wasn't her problem unless they presented a theat, however due to Alva and Oliver's insistence, she stopped and turned around to begin heading back from where they originally started. Alexandra's blip was getting closer to her location now, and debreifing her was only second to making sure the group got off this station. She spoke up, more in reference to Alva and Oliver as she began walking back to C-SEC territory. "If we run into that guard who threatened an arrest, this won't end well." Boss sighed, and spoke through Samus's comms. "Are you four prepared to fight your way out of here if needed? The tiger included, I mean. Diplomacy isn't Seven's forte."

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

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Vasu stood in silence, letting the Humans converse as he glanced at the guard's armor and weapons. They seemed rather primitive and prone to failure than the Demon he encountered in his universe. Stil, however, his caution was hightened as to the abilities of such a suit and weapon that were of yet unknown to him if the guards decided to open fire. The needles would most likely bounce off, and all he had was his sword. He didn't like these odds, and hoped to the gods that the Captain James was as lethal as he toted himself to be.

 

[Eliasdagood]

Cortova: Her ship, Mos Eisley, The Badlands
Cortova smiles, leading them in. There’s enough light for a human to see, but not much more than that, allowing the swarm to leave her suit, the shadows shifting a bit as they follow the group. “Right. Obviously this is your airlock when we’re out. I like to keep some emergency gear around. Speaking of which, we should imprint the nanos on you if we’re working together. Basically, if you imprint on them when you’re healthy, they can fix you up if you’re not.” She explains. “Medbay is over this way. Arboretum is in this room over here. We’ll get into why I have that later.”
The Mad Queen

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands
The dhampir tilts his head, recognizing that he’s deep in thought. She has never met one like him. Even a Pharasman priest would not have been so dedicated to take on such a responsibility alone. And it seems that he is gentle with them, which is better than she can say for many people who’ve tried to send the undead home.

Farator: Darkened Skies
Farator hums, not much listening to the conversations, focused on his prey. So it does have blood. Fair enough, he’ll take what he can get. He hurls another spell at the creature, meant to hold it in place, and runs forward, and straight up the wall of the building.
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[Shining Wizard]

TORGO - GLADIUS I, CITADEL, WARDS, PRINCIPALITY OF ZEON

Torgo recalled the crash log data, experimentally combining the previous orders with new data in a sandbox and coming up with nothing. After all, what did one's choice in decor have to do with public transport? Puzzled, Torgo attempted to further analyze the data sets she had been input with, cross-referencing it with previous conversations and finding several subvocal matches with the (pending) Master's previous words in reference to artificial intelligences.

With this additional datapoint, the mental equations resolved. The master wasn't acting like a spoiled child for no reason; she was simply immensely racist.

"Torgo understands, (pending) Master. Torgo will do her best to conform with the (pending) Master's orders, and treat Zeon with extreme prejudice."

Marching back over to the same trio of grunts, Torgo tugged the shirtsleeve of the man she had spoken to earlier.

"Forget something, kid?"

Torgo nodded.

"Well, out with it then."

Torgo pointed to the (pending) Master.

"Torgo's (pending) Master wishes to communicate that she is thoroughly disgusted with your government, looks, humor, and taste in posters."

"...Hey, fuck you! I worked hard on those posters!"

"Additionally, as she has threatened to abandon Torgo should she associate with you 'space fascists', Torgo must inform you that Torgo now shares the same opinions, and believes your kind should be purged for the preservation of our blue and pure world."

"Oh, yeah?", the apparent leader of the three asked as he unbuckled his pistol holster, eyes narrowing, "Well how 'bout you tell your so-called 'master' that we don't take kindly to bigots around here."

"Yeah, and we're not even fascists! Zeon is a socialist monarchy, so get it right!"

"I had always considered us more of a militaristic technocracy."

"No foolin'?"

The leader raised a hand to quiet his lackeys, then began popping his knuckles as he walked towards Alva and company, his two friends following close behind.

"Why don't we show these tourists why you don't mess with the Neo Black Tristars, eh?"

The Mad Queen Specialist Sleek

 

[darkred]

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--Sing Love || Ryuga Banjou--
darkred

"There!" Sing uttered as the blade of her scythe sliced through one of the Hunter Killer engine's platings found below, soon backimg and firing a pink ball of firing which, along with some gunfire from an ally airplane, causing the Hunter to fall and crash to the ground, right near Ryuga, who seemed unfazed by the explosion as he continued to punch the terminators that were about to fatally wound the prisoners he was fighting with.

"Just how many are there?!" Ryuga growled aloud as he continued his rampage towards the Terminators, protecting the innocent prisoners who weren't accustomed to fighting.

Meanwhile, Sing landed on top of a jet that was flying around as she spotted several squid-like creatures approaching the aircraft.

"Now what would those be?" She asked aloud, flourishing her scythe as she then swung it, spinning around as it conjured a strong red gust of wind that would surely blow the giant squids away for now.

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

"What makes them think that?" Gentoku began to question, rubbing his chin and his oh so majestic beard. "Are you saying that the Great Hunger might be here in Gladius?"

--Sougo Tokiwa || Woz--
The Mad Queen

"Me? Well..." Sougo scratched his cheek when Doom asked him about his duty. "I was supposed to become a King to save my world...At least, before the Great Hunger devoured ours." He admitted his failure to protect his subjects to the more successful king.

NPC/ Blair Williams
Machine City via Tomcat

"Sentinels! SHIT!" Blair yelled within her airplane com but was frankly surprised when Sing used her plane as some sort of landing ground so they could take on the crazy dangerous squid creatures. Blair could see Sing from the glass outside the plane window.

She yelled, trying to get Sing's attention by knocking on the window lightly, hoping to hell Sing could hang on while she moved the aircraft. If she could somehow pull Sing inside with her, things would be ok and Sing wouldn't have to deal with some form of whiplash while trying to hold onto her plane.

The Sentinels moved toward Blair and Sing as the woman pilot began to shoot what she could at the creatures while keeping Sing balanced.


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The Lt. grumbled to Ryuga "Look, we are almost back to base. Pull through, and I'll take you to Bear. He didn't want to risk saying the General's name out loud in case of capture"

Another solder group began to come for backup and called out to everyone left "GO! We got you covered."

The Lt nodded and looked at Ryuga "Come on."

As they began running, the destroyed landscape showed up and there was many abandoned and torn buildings on the ground. The place looked horrible and many people were crying as they cuddled around each other for heat, often using old television sets as fireplaces or whatever they could find left in the barren landscape. A few children were proud of the soldiers as they went past as they went a playful "PEW pew." and smiled at Ryuga."

The Lt. nodded and took Ryuga down to a base area where there were stairs and twin dogs at every entrance as there was a door with a slide that opened. "This is Lt. Noyga.. 324542 as he stuck a gun in as the slide door closed and the door opened, a few soldiers nodding and eying Ryuga as he entered.

Lt. Who's this?"

"Friends."

Thepotatogod


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[Freshet]

Askelpiades of Hierekion: Black Star District; Gladius III​

"He's been staring at it for several minutes."
"Look a lot of new people tend to take in the sights..."

And so in the middle of a lush pocket park, which was composed of finely tended to realistic feeling astro-turf, concrete slab benches that were inaccessible without utilizing a card, some water fountains at various levels to account for the various denizens operated again by a card-reader, and other minor accommodations cross-leggedly sat Askelpiades of Hierekion as his eyes were intently focused on a lamp-pole.

It was a relatively simple design; in essence it was a black pillar of metal which had a curved tip that glew with a fluorescent light, bright and white. While to many it was but a simple item, to Askelpiades it was a rather curious construction. How did the flames, the star-lit flames, emerge on such a pillar? There was no clear wooden torch holding it. So Askelpiades stared at it, mouth agape and eyes twinkling wondering how the local priest of Hephaestus, or perhaps it was of Apollo, performed such a feat.

"...Wait did you say new?"
"Oh crap! He doesn't know the billing process! I'm not going to lose any limbs for any Free-riders!" With that the two Druuges, stocky horned creatures with a fairly humanoid appearance began trotting towards Askelpiades. The one on the right began vigorously pushing on Askelpiades shoulders.

"Hey Jackass!"

The meditative study of the structures interrupted, Askelpiades sprung up and span around to address the Druuge. Leaning in Askelpiades began to analyze these creatures, noting some ooze flowing from the orifice of the one menacingly staring daggers at him. Grinning with a huge smile, the Priest from Hierekion clasped his hands together as he gave a bow to the aggressive aliens. "Oh, I can most assuredly state that I hath ne'er been a donkey. Upon my personage there is no such fur, nor hooves, nor tail. Though I extend my sincerest gratitude at being compared to such a sturdy beast; may Poseidon insure your seaward travels are most calm."

The two Druuge took a brief moment, after all they were on the clock using up Crimson Corporation air dealing with a foreigner who had yet to learn of the process, to stare at each other confused before glaring back at the human.

"You've been here for awhile -"
" -AND you haven't even paid for a single part of your bill."
"Such as sitting -"
" - Or staring. -"
" - Or breathing.-"
" -Or anything at all. Identify yourself so we, as the designated representatives of the Crimson Corporation can bill you."
"For being on our property."

Wringing his hands together the Priest began to bow and nod furiously, with a distinctive frown upon his face. "Verily, I must apologize Dactyls! Of course I shall provide my appellation; I am Askelpiades of Hierekion, though some simply refer to me as 'The Black'. That is what many in Hierekion have taken to calling me. Perhaps you have heard of my town? I am truly but a humble servant, a Priest of Poseidon. And I am honored to be in the presence of such craftsmen." The Druuges again turned to stare at each other, with one offering a shrug indicating he had no Perseian idea of what this human was yammering about. Being turned into fallow slaves must've taken a toll on the humans? Or maybe he was just one of those other bumpkins who were sorta like humans yet not? Askelpiades continued on as he reached into a satchel and pulled out a few coins minted around his home region, "Servants of Hephaestus, whilst I am not familiar with thy customs, allow me to humbly offer coinage for the wonders you have constructed."

Carefully the Druuge took one of the coins and began to inspect it. Pulling out a small a jeweler's loupe, the rightmost Druuge began to inspect the coin as he prodded at it. "It's, definitely old. I must consult with my co-worker." He gestured for his comrade to get closer as they began to speak to each other in hushed whispers. Meanwhile Askelpiades began to watch the scene, idly tapping his foot and eying the scene still astonished by it.

"Oh this is probably worth a lot. We need to check with the boss. Definitely enough to fit the bill."
"Won't he ask for some change?"
"Who cares? He's clearly an out of town dumbass."
"So we'll fleece him and bill him for a sweet double charge?"
"Company policy after all."

The two Druuge performed a secretive handshake as they turned towards Askelpiades. "While yours is a fine coin..."

"It does not match-up to our craftsmanship."
"But as we are most kind -"
"- And benevolent."
"We shall take this as your debt for now."
"And bill you what you owe us."
"For now we must ask you -"
"-To leave -"
"-To vacate -"
"The premises as we have things to do and you would disturb the uh -"
"Sacred craftsmanship. But ah, hey you might want to visit the local tavern."
"Surely the patronage there would be most interested in hearing of you."

Askelpiades nodded as he gave a flourish of the hand before deeply bowing towards the aliens. "Such an honorable and noble species of beast; I am indebted to you, not only for the reasons you have stated, but for your most kind directions. Praises be to Poseidon for this most treasured and valued meeting! Do not worry fair Dactyls, I will pay the debt owed to you! But for now I must take my leave and venture onwards unto the establishment of which thy hath spoken of! Fare thee well!" And so Askelpiades ran off from the park, waving vigorously at the Druuge and heading towards the probable bar of which they spoke of.

"We just sent this hick to his death didn't we?"
"He breathed corporate air without immediately paying; plus we got his bill paid for, what happens after isn't our fault."

 

[The Mad Queen]

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

"Nanos?" Karla asked
"Short for nanobots. Small constructs. You've heard the term before, you just weren't paying attention...As per usual."
"Ah. Well, there's plenty wrong with this body." She smiled "I mean, on the outside I'm a catch but my organs are probably held together through sheer spite."
"Can they do that?" Ser Richard asked
"Hells if I know, I'm not a Doctor or a Cleric. Wait...

She sharply turned, facing the Paladin.
"You have healing magic."
"Yes."
"And yet you have no idea how the body works? I mean."
"I just say a prayer, place my hands on something and channel powers. Seems to work."

Turning back to face Cortova Karla gave a heavy shrug
"Alright. So long as you're not putting too much crap in my body."

Eliasdagood
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She watched as HUNK put his weapons anyway and nodded.
"So you can listen. Makes you better than the bitch I tried to hire. She would have left me with more than a bruise if it wasn't for The Dark Enforcer."
She gestured towards him with an open palm "Now, Mr Hunk. There is an infestation in the far north of this planet and my contact is willing to pay good money for people willing to do something about it, before it spreads south."

Ilka then set her sights on The Dark Enforcer. She'd kept a straight face when he touched her.
She smiled, taking a few steps towards him. The man towered above her so she stood on her toes, just about reaching his ear to whisper into it.
"But if you ever touch me like that again, I will fucking kill you. Slowly." Spite and venom oozed from every word

Drawing back and scowling at Enforcer she placed one hand on her belt.
"I hope I made myself clear. Nobody touches me. You saved me from that lowlife Tiefling scum, so I'll let you off with a warning. This time."

Turning to the group of mercs that surrounded her, she spat in the dirt.
"No exceptions. You touch me, you die."

Zerohex GearBlade654 Freshet Sleek
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Peter W: The Windmill, Darkened Skies (Gladius-III) ​

The doll darted back and forth, trying to dodge the bullets but was still struck by two. One went through one of the doll's legs, sending blood and stuffing into the air while the other struck it in the arm, blowing it off. Rather than let out a high-pitched screech in agony, it started to chuckle manically and glared down at the approaching Vampire, unmoving.

Outside of needles that he needed for insulin injections, Peter didn't have any weapons. He claimed that his fists, wits and tongue were all he needed to get out of a sticky situation, but he couldn't do anything at long-range.
Searching the ground for something to throw, Peter found a rock that he tried to hurl at the doll...And missed completely. The rock went through a window of the building, thankfully missing the Vampire.

"Oh, sorry about that!" Peter called out
"YoU'Ll be SoRrY in a miNuTe!" The doll screeched

Reaching behind it's back, the doll drew a chainsaw and prepared to for a closer fight.
"YOu're a vAMpirE, riGhT?" The doll asked Farator "So tell me...When's the last time you felt the sunshine!?"

With his aim not being that great, Peter resorted to his other useful combat ability.
"You can do it!" Peter cheered, clapping his hands "Go X-Force!"
"I'll make an X-man out of you when I slice off your privates and wear them as a hat!" The doll screamed

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

Alva was already following after Samus by the time Torgo started to blab about her distaste for the Zeons, walking quickly but taking care not to run as to not draw too much attention. It was painfully obvious that sticking with Torgo would get her and what remained of her family all killed, and she'd been surrounded by idiots for long enough while working in Bump to know when a situation was beyond saving and when to turn tail.

However, right where the territory of the spacers ended she, Oliver and Sheeva were stopped.
"Hold it right there. Have you been talking shit about my people?" A man asked, cracking his knuckles "That helpful android seems to think so, and she's a spaceanoid." He pointed at Torgo "Now, have you been talking shit about my people or not?"

"What are you doing, child? You saw how much plantlife there is on this station. You could raise an army of vines to rip these humans apart."
Fighting would just lead to people getting hurt. These Zeons wanted to hurt others, sure but that gave Alva no right to take their lives. Given their numbers, and their tech it didn't seem like she could take them anyway.

She could admit the truth, and probably get thrown out of an airlock or throw Torgo under the bus and watch her get scrapped. Despite Torgo's actions, Alva did not want to see the Automated American scrapped for parts by any means. She wanted Torgo to leave her and her family alone, but there had to way to achieve that without sentencing her to die.
So fight and get herself killed, or blame Torgo and get the android killed.

There was always a third option: bullshit.
Her sister had been an expert at it, able to talk her way out of almost any situation. Hell, Jena had admitted to surviving for centuries by pretending to be a 'typical, stupid Malkavian'
Alva let out a heavy sigh, swallowed any remnants of her pride and stared blankly at the man blocking her path.
"I'm waiting." The man gritted his teeth
"Is this the ferry to the mall?" Alva faked putting on an accent, sounding like one of those dastardly Kardashians, not to be confused with the Cardassians, who were another race hell-bent on domination. The former were actually a family of rare Succubi kept under surveillance by Bump, who'd used part of their wealth to fund the organisation. Pay up or get a collar, that was the deal.
"What?"
"I'm looking to buy a new push-up bra. Really show off what my momma gave me." Alva smiled "That and get my nails done. I'm due a makeover."

Oliver was cringing, of course but the former MI6 man had a pokerface that rivalled somebody with too many botox injections.

The man looked at Alva, then at Torgo before finally setting his sights on Oliver.
"Is she with you?"
"Oh yeah. I'm her bodyguard. Miss Wilson's mother pays me a lot to make sure she's safe. Heir to the family fortune, after all."
He offered the man a handshake "Harry Redknapp."
"Harry...Can we go?" Alva flicked her hair
"I think we took a wrong turn anyway."

Oliver took another step towards the soldier.
"Listen 'ere, chum." He whispered "Girl's got less brain cells than we've got fingers, but her family pays me well to look after her. They'd be livid if anything happened. I could lose me job and probably me head too."
"And what about her racism? What the android said."
"She's a wee bit defective." Oliver sighed "Miss Wilson likes to spend all of her money on herself, so got the android on the cheap. Don't worry, she's due a fix soon."

The soldier nodded "Alright. I'll tell the boys what happened. Good luck with her." He chuckled, patting Oliver on the back and knocking the air out of the man.
He shook Oliver's hand "Just make sure this doesn't happen again."
"Oh, you needn't worry about that, chum."

Turning to face Alva, Oliver let out a heavy sigh and forced a smile.
"Miss Wilson. It's time to go. Bring the cat with you."
"You're not my mom, Harry! You can't tell me what to..."
"And I report to your mother. Should I tell her about this?"

Alva folded her arms, threw her head back and huffed like a stroppy teenager.
"Fine! But I'm cutting your pay."
"You don't pay me, your mum does."

Giving the soldier something to laugh about, Oliver quickly ushered Alva out of the Zeon territory, throwing back one "Hail Zeon!" for good measure that the soldier returned passionately.

Catching up to Samus, Alva shook her head at the soldier's question
"I don't want to fight anyone, but I can only bullshit so much. I'm prepared."
"I dunno, you were pretty good back there." Oliver grinned "Look, I reckon if we keep our heads down and ditch that android we might make it off this station in one piece." He whispered "No shots fired, no blood spilled."
"Automated American." Alva corrected
"She almost got you arrested a couple of minutes ago, and nearly got all of us killed back there. Whatever she goes by, she's a liability."
"We can't just leave her behind. They could scrap her if she's abandoned."

Alva glanced over her shoulder, looking for Torgo while the former MI6 agent kept his gaze forwards, looking for other possible dangers the Citadel could throw at them.

Specialist Shining Wizard Alpha007
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Alfred Pennyworth
The Spa, Bliss
Free Planets, Gladius-II

"Uhhh-.. alrighty then

As the android lowered his head, Alfred just stood there, waiting for the android until it comes back.

After a minute of silence, the android shot up.
"Apologies for the wait, sir. It seems that I cannot locate you on any database this planet has. Have you checked in?"

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

He lift himself up from his head and heads to the interview room. For CJ, the interview room is really different as there was a mini-buffet inside an interview room.

"Oh damn! A mini-buffet inside an interview room? No shi'.." CJ was amazed from the fact that there's a mini-buffet inside an interview room.

"By all means, help yourself." Karen smiled.
Sitting across from CJ, she flicked through a tablet "Well, we got the basics out of the way, but in order to find you an appropriate partner I am going to need your sexuality."

James Gordon
'Checkpoint' (En route to LexCorp Tower)
New Metropolis, The Badlands, Gladius-IV

Jim would see the checkpoint nearby patrolled by soldiers in some dark green power armor marked with a symbol of L. One of the soldiers stopped them and asked who were they. Since Jim noticed that the alien will not talk, Jim is one who'll do the diplomacy.

"I am Jim Gordon, Captain of the GCPD and this is Vasu, a Sangheili or whatever you call it."

"A civilian said that LexCorp Tower is a safezone, right?" Jim awaits one of the soldiers' responses.

Specialist

"Jim Gordon?" One of the guards asked
"Scan him."
A blue light shot out of the guard's visor, scanning Jim from head to toe.
"Oh my God." The younger guard gasped "Hold on."

The same light shot out again.
"It's him. Contact Luthor."

One of the other guards approached Vasu
"Hold still please. We'll need to scan you too. It'll only take a second but we need to make sure you're not carrying any dangerous pathogens."
Specialist
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[Eliasdagood]

Cortova: her ship, Mos Eisley, The Badlands
Cortova hums. “Well, I’d suggest getting a dose of some of that magic before we do that then. For now, I’ll show you around the rest.” She says, heading down the hallway toward a long hall, with many doors on either side. “These are storage rooms. Can be converted into living quarters as needed. Main cargo holds are down this way as well.” She explains. “Bridge is up here.” She says, heading up the stairs.

 

[The Mad Queen]

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

The gate opened almost as if Apollyon's question had commanded it. Two Minutemen stood on the other side.
"Alright, go on through." One said, pointing upwards and into the city with his laser musket.
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"I have a lot of friends in the Commonwealth." Harry told the Shaper "Some I'd trust with my life, but a few of them have been missing since the hunger attacked and the rest have to stay behind. Keep parts of this place safe, well as safe as possible anyway."
As his hand touched the doorknob, he stopped himself.
"That includes you, Piper."
"Are you serious, Blue?" Piper scoffed "I'm not letting you go north alone."
"I need your eyes and ears here, in case the rats try to infiltrate this city while we're gone."

"And I won't be alone." He smiled
"Be careful."
"I always am."
"We both know that's not true."

Harry chuckled
"Speak for yourself."

Pushing the door open, he stepped back into the city in search of an extra mercenary or two.

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"You don't know?" Travis asked "Okay. It's called The Great Hunger. Some people just call it the hunger. I never saw it for myself, I was..."
He paused, taking a breath to compose himself. The young man's eyes looked heavy and tired.
"I was hiding in here." He admitted "So I never saw it with my own eyes. I only heard what was on the radio."
He pointed to his set-up. It was a bit beat-up, held together with adhesive some duct tape.
"There were other DJs across the whole wasteland. Now, there's three. I think. Me, Three Dog and some guy in New Vegas. I don't hear much from the other guy, but me and Three Dog kept in touch. We tried to warn people, tried to..."

He turned away from the group, clearing his throat
"Things got bad, and then I heard static on the radio." He looked into Verdi's eyes "Soon after that there was this big blue light, it filled this entire room and then...Then I woke up. The city was still here and a few of the people too."

"From what I've learned, this hunger came from the sky. It blocked out the sun...Three Dog says he thinks it ate the sun. It killed more than just our world, in fact I think it killed every world."

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Karla: Mos Eisley, Cortova's ship, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

Karla kept her hands behind her back, her tail gently swinging back and forth as she took the tour of the ship.
"And where do you sleep?" She asked
"Keep this professional."
"I am. I just need a layout of his place." Karla scolded "In case we get boarded."
"Normally we're the ones doing the boarding."
"True."

She looked back at the ship's captain
"Gunther says hi." She smiled brightly

Eliasdagood
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[Specialist]

Vasu 'Koromai/Gladius IV: The Badlands; New Metropolis;
[Interacting with: The Mad Queen , Rysesaka ]
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Vasu let out a gruff hum, tilting his head down to eye the visor of the helmeted soldier with a glare of distaste. "Be about your busniess, Human." He wondered how long he was going to play this little bullshit game before he finally snapped. It was a disgust to submit to such a lowly species' orders. However he didn't have a choice, and that angered him the most.

 

[Eliasdagood]

Cortova: Her Ship, Mos Eisley, The Badlands
Cortova gestures to one of the doors from the bridge. “Captain quarters are there. Also, who is Gunther exactly?” She asks, starting to set up the ship’s internal communications network.
The Mad Queen

Farator: Darkened Skies
Farator snarls at the doll, casting another spell, tendrils of shadow rising from the surface of the roof to try to ensnare the doll. “Just recently. I don’t relish the thought of feeling it again so soon.” He growls.
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[The Mad Queen]

Karla: Mos Eisley, Cortova's ship, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

"I'd introduce you two but he's invisible. For a while we both thought he was imaginary, but other people have seen and heard him before."
"That was a wake-up call."
"You tried to leave, I remember."

Gunther passed through Cortova and examined the bridge, his hands in his pockets.
"Seems good enough."
"You have no idea how half of those machines work, do you?" She glanced over at Gunther
"Maybe."

Stepping past Cortova, Karla sat in the co-pilot's seat and reached into her bag of holding, pulling out of the disc.
"Still gotta figure out who we sell this too." She tossed the disc gently into the air, catching it with her tail "Any ideas?"

Eliasdagood
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[Ennuis]

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

A smug expression grew across Messier's face once the group voiced their admiration for her obvious power they were somehow oblivious to before. "Well. Well well well. I'd be happy to join you on your quest." The smug expression eventually faded and was replaced with confusion as she realized she didn't know what the geezer was talking about. "So... Where are we going anyway? I probably wont mind since I'm sure anywhere is better than here, but I am pretty curious about it."

The Shaper's offer of sharing information on their art was interesting. With her power of shaping, she could make her own fenrirs and then fuse them into some sort of super fenrir. The possibilities were endless! "Oh, we really should do that! But mercenaries? Hmm, those are what you people call Chroma, right?" She spun on her heel to face Harry again, as he seemed to be the leader of the group. "If we're doing Chroma work, we need to be careful. Talking about it like this out in the open will just let a Chroma Oxide listen in and then they'll try to steal credit for our work." She couldn't hide the bitterness in her voice at the last part. Even if Marona had forgiven that man for what he did that one time, Messier never would. Screw that guy, even if he did become a hero.

But a new thought popped into the girl's head and she spun once more, this time to face Jesus. "Hey, where did your girlfriend go? Did she dump you or something?"

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