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[Twice Knightly]

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Prologue
"Shadow Over Gotham"



Appearing in a new place without warning is never fun.

Maybe it's happened to you before. Maybe it hasn't. Maybe it's happened so many times that you're used to it by now. But the fact of the matter is, however you were spending your Halloween, the last thing you expected was to wind up in some dank and depressing alleyway that smelled like piss and looked like something out of a bad movie. Maybe it was the rank stench that awoke you or the sounds of aimless gunfire only a few blocks away. Perhaps it was the police sirens, or the constant screams that seemed to fester in this place like a plague. No matter what, you did


wake up before long, only to find yourself and a few others sitting in the aforementioned alleyway.

Six others wake up beside you. Each person around you is different. So different that before long, it dawns upon you that you each were likely from entirely separate walks of life. One such figure was already seated atop a nearby dumpster, legs dangling over the end so that his feet just barely hovered above the ground. He wears a suit of armor so thick that not a single inch of his flesh seems to be visible. His helmet, faceless and cold, stares at no one in particular. He just stares, while his hands drag a large rock over the blade of an even larger combat knife. Sparks fly from each motion before dissipating into nothingness, and the motion is repeated almost endlessly.

Schnk.
Schnk. .
Schnk. . .



"About time you woke up," he finally speaks - and already you likely pick up on his tone. It drips

with an easily identifiable smugness. It's the kind of smugness that a man doesn't attempt to hide. A kind that verbalizes the fact that whoever's using it is all too proud to be an asshole. His head innocuously turns to the side, as he drags the knife again, then once more after that. And he keeps on doing it. "I was starting to get worried. Seriously."

Only a beat passes before he speaks again.

"So... are you guys gonna tell me your names or what? Because, lemme tell ya, it's been kinda awkward sitting here for the past thirty minutes waiting on that."

Cast List
Twice Knightly as Felix (Red vs. Blue)
BarrenThin2 as Frank Castle (Marvel Comics)
Cephrys as The Demoman (Team Fortress 2)
@DapperDogman as Contingency (OC)
megar as Ramlethal Valentine (Guilty Gear)
@Jeremiah as Tav “The Ratling” Tomassi (Warhammer 40K)
FactionGuerrilla as Quiet (Metal Gear Solid V)​

 

[megar]

"I've been awake," Ramlethal calmly answers, though it certainly hadn't appeared as such, "didn't you notice?"

It would have been difficult to, given her eyes were covered by the cap loosely hanging on her head as she sat perfectly still leaning against one of the walls. She still doesn't even bother to get up. The smell is awful, but she's quite sure she's not sitting in any of what it might be, and that's good enough for now. A hand slips out from her mantle, then, finally pulling her cap up and at last revealing a piercing yet dry gaze underneath.

"You should have spoken up earlier. I hadn't realised you wanted to talk. I'm Ramlethal."

She pauses for a second, and then nods, more to herself than anything.

"Hello. I think that's the polite thing to say."

 

[Twice Knightly]

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was stuck with the socially unaware when I woke up here," he sarcastically replies. His dangling legs kick back against the dumpster, causing a loud Thunk! Thunk! sound to ring out. "That's my mistake."

He drags the rock across his blade again, sending more sparks flying.

"Name's Felix. And I'm gonna choose not to question why your name sounds like something for a cheap pickup truck, because frankly... I've probably heard weirder."

megar ​

 

[megar]

"That's okay. You don't know me, so I wouldn't expect you to know my behaviour."

She appreciatively nods for the apology nonetheless, though no further expression actually sprouts on her face because of it, remaining as blank as it ever was. Expression is still something she struggles with sometimes -- but she can at least gesture accordingly, she thinks.

 

[Twice Knightly]

"Right..." Felix just nods at... that, before turning his attention to the rest of the group. "Well, let's just hope that the rest of you make for better conversation."​

 

[Cephrys]

Ramlethal and Felix’s brief conversation was underscored by an accompaniment of gentle snoozes. Like a musical crescendo, it gradually built until the snoring was impossible to ignore, elephant-like in its trumpeting. The source was easy to track: There in the alley, a man with a beanie, eyepatch and heavy demolition gear. A bottle of XxX whiskey aged to 1808 rested sideways on his lap as he lay asleep in the alley, the last few droplets leaking out from the bottle’s neck.

Stirring, the drunkard twitched, mumbling.

“I’ll….Pishallovahyur fanseelittlebloosoot ya…weapon ye…”

Moments passed. The bottle rolled off his lap as he shifted in his sleep, clanking against the alleyway with a sonorous clang.

“Eh—Wha?”

He sat up groggily, not exactly stirred to wakefulness. “Ohhh…I’m bleedin gaspin’ for a drink…”

With a shove off the ground, the man all of a sudden rose up to his feet. The grenades on his vest gave a little bounce - a little too much for comfort, given they should have been secured tightly.

“Whose are youse? Ah…” He squinted with one eye - the only eye - raising a finger and drawing it between Felix and Ramlethal. “You’re with me employer, are you? I’m here for a job,” he clapped his hands, rubbing them expectantly. “Tavish Finnegan DeGroot at yer service! But me pals just call me the Demoman.” Straightening up his vest, the Demoman stood much taller than the man who had been lying drunk in an alley.

“I’ll tell ye, this new job is the real kick up the arse I needed to get back into gear. I feel like a new—” He burped a whiskey burp. “—Man! I've got me gear ready and all.”

 

[FactionGuerrilla]

• A QUIET EXIT
• PROLOGUE: AWAKENING
• Status

• 
  
  October 31, 1984
  
  "I am Quiet. I am... the absence of words."​
  
  Her last words echoed through her mind as she carried a tank of gasoline out into the harsh Afghanistan desert, finally stopping her travels underneath a withered tree in the middle of nowhere. Her gray-green eyed gaze swept over her surroundings; once she was certain she was out somewhere nobody else could possibly find her, she unscrewed the cap before pouring the petrol over her head.
  
  There was no turning back now; now that she'd activating the virus that she was carrying, either she or the English-speaking world had to go. To her, the answer was clear. Theoretically, she wouldn't be able to spread the English parasites; her lungs were too fried for the larvae to feast upon. She couldn't risk that, though- let alone another capture by neither the Russians or Cipher. No; she would make sure she'd leave no traces of her nor the lethal virus for the world to rediscover and possibly weaponize.
  
  She took a deep breath, and pressed down on the lighter. The last thing she remembered was the same burning sensation that had led to her transformation a lifetime ago- but this time, it would mark the end of her life rather than just the end of a chapter.
  
  At least, that was how Quiet's story was supposed to go.
  
• 
  Despite the agonizing pain that followed as Quiet blacked out in her own world, her eyes opened up to an entirely different scene- and not one that she had expected whatsoever. A quick gaze downwards at herself revealed that she wasn't a burnt corpse come back to life- and at the very least, her senses were intact, as she instinctively wrinkled her nose at the horrid smell surrounding her as she lay face-flat.
  
  She vividly remembered her last moments in Afghanistan. She knew she'd burned herself alive. And as far as she could tell, she couldn't sense her parasites active. The same instinct that had driven her to attack the first Diamond Dogs parasite host wasn't screaming at her, so... did that mean she was somehow free of the English vocal cord parasites? As much as she hoped that was the case, she dared not make such a dangerous assumption. Especially not when she had no idea what was going on in the first place. Her vow of silence would remain steadfast for the time being- only when she knew for sure if she was actively carrying the lethal strain of parasites again would she act accordingly.
  
  Of course, perhaps this wouldn't be as appreciated by the new faces she was surrounded by. Not that she cared about others' opinions in the first place- she'd learned to not let most of the Diamond Dogs' disdain get under her skin- but she suspected that it might be wiser to stick somewhat close to these people. They looked just as out of place as she did, so they were all probably in the same boat. The brunette's sharp gaze swept over the trio that seemed to be awake first- the figure clad in futuristic heavy armor, the expressionless girl, and the one-eyed man. As they began introducing themselves, she pulled herself up from her prone position into a kneeling position- making note of their names and mannerisms as she went. Felix seemed way too keen on flaunting around his arrogance every time he spoke, Ramlethal was hard for Quiet to get a read on, and the Demoman was certainly the most enthusiastic of the quartet.
  
  At this point, it was very likely that the others had noticed her own awakening. Before the others could try to ask about her, she first pressed a gloved palm to her throat, then lifted her hand up to her lips in a hushing gesture. A sigh subsequently escaped her lips as she shook her head. Whether they interpreted it correctly as her being mute or just too stubborn to introduce herself, it didn't matter much.
  
  Regardless of the reaction this evoked in any of them, the girl finally stood up to begin checking herself for her gear. For the most part, it seemed like everything she'd taken in Afghanistan had carried over- a slight comfort that she could rely on her and Big Boss' equipment she was familiar with in such a foreign place. She considered immediately moving out to investigate her surroundings, but upon glancing over at the few other figures who hadn't awoken yet- at least, on first glance- Quiet decided it would be wiser to stay put for a few more moments.
  
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  Physical Status: Healthy
  Mental Status: Perplexed
  Location: ???
  Acquired Equipment: Butterfly Rifles, AM D-114, Combat Knife, Support Weapons, Cardboard Box, iDroid
  Text Formatting: 737d84 color, Trebuchet MS font
  Mentions: Felix Twice Knightly , Ramlethal megar , Demoman Cephrys
  Links:
  Quiet's CS