Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

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Senor Pink
Libra Base

Among the group was a portly man dressed as a baby, sucking on a pacifier and wearing aviator sunglasses. As he walked into the lobby with the rest of the group, he folded his arms and gave a suck of his pacifier, which made a cringe-worthy wet smacking noise that was just too loud to ignore. He didn't have much to say to anyone in the room, none of them seemed too impressive that he'd go out of his way to introduce himself. Besides, why should a man use his words when his actions could do the talking?

Following everyone down to Blackjack's room, Senor Pink nodded in approval of the magical 3D printer. Senor Pink wondered if it could make Devil Fruits, as he ordered a katana and a rifle, both weapons Senor had grown accustomed to during his younger years of pirating.

Returning to the lobby, Senor strapped the katana and rifle to his back for easy access. As he stood there with his arms folded, Senor couldn't help but notice a kid asking about smashing things. He couldn't have been older than Dellinger. "Aren't you a little young to be fighting, kid? Why don't you stay here and let the adults handle things." To accentuate what he had just said, Senor gave a hard suck on his pacifier, just to let him know how serious he was.

[ thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind ]​
 
Rex - biometrics at 81.4%

Rex turned to the voice that had caught his attention. The source looked to be some kind of... grown man dressed like a small child, sucking on a pacifier. He couldn't be serious. Alas, his tone did betray his offputting appearance. In normal words, he sounded perfectly serious. So Rex answered in kind. "Why don't you leave the heavy lifting to the guy with giant robot hands, grandpa?" he said, transforming his arms into his signature, biomechanical, grey-and-orange fists, "Or someone who clearly has otherworldly powers?" he added, pointing, with a giant metal finger, to possibly the strangest-looking person, some cackling woman who looked questionably clothed and more plant-like than human. She had to be an EVO or something.

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All Might
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Location – Libra Base | With – A bunch of weirdos | Condition – Fair

Next in line for the mysterious printing device was what had to be one of the least-intimidating looking among them; a veritable skeleton of a man with sunken-in eyes, his slightly baggy business suit doing little to help project the image of someone who used to be the world’s strongest superhero. All Might had been standing towards the back of the group, watching as each of them approached that strange machine and inserted a coin they were given. He was slightly taken aback when weapons started to materialize before his eyes. He could only imagine the kind of gear U.A. High’s Support Class could create with something like that.

Of course, he couldn’t help but take note of what most everyone else was requesting; guns, blades… He had to admit, he didn’t like it. He’d always abhorred the thought of taking the lethal route when it came to conflict, no matter how dire the situation. As such, when his turn came to arm himself, he decided to have the device make him something that better suited his style of combat – since it seemed that was indeed what they were here for. Soon enough, he held a pair of deceptively-compact yellow gauntlets, the vague tingle of something resembling the last embers of One For All warming his hands when he touched them. A facsimile of his old Quirk – and at a mere 10% power. It would have to do for now. A bittersweet smile crossed his gaunt face. All Might wearing support items… Young Midoriya would be losing his mind if he were there to see it.

The only other thing he got was a copy of his old super suit – handily changed to fit his scrawny body, of course. There was no point in walking around in absurdly baggy clothing all the time if he could only hold his muscle form for a minute at most. He managed to find a spot out of sight to get changed before returning to the group once more, securing his gauntlets at the wrists. He clenched his fists a few times, trying to get a feel for them. He’d never thought it could happen, but… Perhaps this was his chance to become a hero once more.​
 
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  • --Rohan Kishibe || Stella || Kazumi Sawatari--
    Haz. Haz. (Basically anyone else) ghxstfreak ghxstfreak

    "Intriguing..." Rohan, a Japanese man clad in white wearing peculiar pen-shaped accessories muttered at the sight of six small creatures standing and muttering on an italian's shoulder. No doubt about it, it's a Stand. Shortly after arrival, a small robot led them to an elevator and a flight of stairs.

    "What's that?" Stella, a small, black haired young girl clad in nothing but shorts, a hoodie and boots asked, not knowing what a printer is. However, the printer itself appeared strange-- it had a holographic screen and a coin slot.

    "It's called a 'printer'." Rohan answered the young girl, "Specifically, a newer model that I haven't heard of. It's supposed to put digitalized items on paper."

    "Nah, that's definitely a 3D printer." Kazumi, a brown haired man in a parka corrected, seeing as the first man who used it got an actual gun. "From the looks of it, it could print actual stuff...Somehow."

    "Hah! Don't be ridiculous!" Rohan scoffed as he got close to the sack of gold and took a single coin. "That would be impossible. However..."

    "I am curious if what we see is true." Rohan declared to his 'comrades'. Stella followed suit and took a coin and tailed Rohan.

    "Yeah, you two go ahead." Kazumi said as he took a coin. "I'll just, uh...Think of what to get...Yeah." He nodded, glancing down at the coin.

    "Suit yourself." Rohan shrugged as he soon got to the printer, inserting two small items materializing together; a Sketchpad and a Fountain Pen.

    Rohan smirked at how cheap the two items were as he took hold of them, slingling the Sketchpad on his shoulder like a bag of sorts.

    "All yours." Rohan tapped Stella's shoulder as he walked off to Kazumi, who was still thinking of what to get.

    Stella didn't hesitate and searched for her signature weapon; the Rock Cannon. She didn't care how much it costs, she just knew she needed it. She tapped the button and the item immediately materialized; a large, cannon with what appears to be a sentry gun's guard near it's handle. She recalled the gun being more...Glowly. Why wasn't this the case seems to be unknown. Slingling the massive cannon on her back, she then decided to pick out another weapon; a katana sword. The item materialized, digging more into her funds. It also has a sheath, which is convenient. Slinging the sword into the same place as her Cannon, Stella walked off towards Kazumi.

    "Have you decided yet?" Stella asked the parka clad man, who merely shook his head. "Do you need help?"

    "Well, no, it's just..." Kazumi shook his head, "There's a lot I kinda need, you know. Plus I don't know how much--"

    "The coin contains $1000." Rohan said, "You could get a lot with that money, you know."

    "Well that's just helpful." Kazumi sighed as he then waited for the last person to finish. "The guy said to go to the lobby once you're done right?"

    "Yes." Stella nodded, answering Kazumi's question.

    "Cool. You two go ahead." Kazumi said with a nod. "I'll be there." He soon turned to the printer to see some man wearing a traffic cone searching for a holographic babe. "After this guy does his business."

    "Creep." Stella muttered aloud, prompting Rohan to look at her disapprovingly.

    "You don't say those things aloud, Stella-chan." Rohan scolded as she led Stella out of the room, headed for the Lobby...
 
“Alright, well good luck to each and every one of you.” Klaus exclaimed as those headed to the outskirts made their way to the roof and took off towards their destination in the jet. Once they all arrived, the jet landed near the building which had been purchased. The building itself looked rather small and rundown, much like the other structures in this rather desolate landscape.

“Alright, I think we’re here.” Leo said as he hopped out of the pilot seat of the jet, allowing the rest of you to climb out as well. After searching for a valid point of entry, Leo eventually settled on the conveniently placed air duct on the roof you had all landed on. After taking apart the front of said vent, Leo climbed inside and beckoned for the rest of you to follow suit. Once you were all inside, you landed in a suspiciously dark room which was covered with some sort of… black ooze.

“Ugh… what is this stuff?” Leo asked as he glanced around the dark room and attempted to look for any clues. While you all began to search, you suddenly heard the sound of a… young girl screaming? But it wasn’t scared, more like she was attacking someone.

“Rainbow Blast!” The voice exclaimed as a… rainbow beam was fired toward the lot of you.

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[The Doom Marine]
[Status: Happy, Alert]
[Location: Outskirts]
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I cradled Daisy as I stepped out of the jet. The buildings were rundown and the surrounding land was desolate. My shoulders slumped. Guess I won't be finding carrots out here then. I took a look at the group that had come to the outskirts. It was a small one so I didn't have to worry about it becoming a clusterfuck like last time. Some didn't even look like they belonged in a combat setting. Too young, too inexperience. Throw them against demons and I had to be the one pulling them asses out.

But yet again time taught me that appearances weren't everything. I would still have to keep an eye on them. Ah, the joys of having allies.

We followed Leo to a building. There wasn't any special about. No flashing lights, demonic sigils, or any signifying features that would make it stand out. It was just rundown and small like most of the buildings in the outskirts. Leo found an air duct for us to go through after some searching. I wanted to simply bust through the doors, guns blazing, but before I knew it, I was already going down the air duct. Damn the powers that may be for doing this.

I held Daisy tight as I landed. A squishing sound met my feet. I allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness to see some kind of odd, black ooze. Leo began searching the room for anything that might help us locate Toffee and or his plans. I remained stiff. I had no idea of what to do other than stand guard.

A scream shook me out of my stupor.

“Rainbow Blast!”

My eyes widened as a multi-colored beam surged to us. I rolled out of the way and released Daisy. She immediately hopped away from the battle, disappearing into the darkness.

I stayed still in hesitation at lifting the pistol. That scream sounded young, like a girl's. But for all I could know, it was a demon, or something else, mimicking a girl to make us hesitate. A second more hesitation, however, could spill doom for us all. I rushed in, keeping in mind of my allies. Hm, perhaps I should try to push the hostile towards them. Split the possible girl's attention between me and the others. Or force her back against the wall as everyone closes in the for kill.

In the meantime though, let's see what this girl can do.

Interactions​

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Rodimus' holoform stuffed the pouch back into his pocket before dissipating into a few, stray electrical sparks. By the time everyone had gotten back to the main lobby, the Cybertronian was sitting outside in vehicle form, ever-so impatiently waiting for the crew. "I'll drive you there. If you don't get in in 15 minutes, I'm legally allowed to leave." He half-sarcastically remarked, honking his horn as the group bundled into his trailer hitch, the ramp lifting back up to seal the entrance the moment the last few came aboard. Without a second of delay, the machine drove off, leaving just as Leo and co. soared away on their jet.

You find yourselves in a poorly lit area littered with huge industrial warehouses, no sign of life of intelligent life except the occasional hobo if you can count them that. However, the property you were sent to investigate was the standout, as expected. A small unassuming old repurposed brick factory that now acted as a warehouse or that's what it said on its record. At a closer look from behind a corner, you see a lot of well-dressed gentleman and ladies giggly possibly from a night of drinking entering the warehouse and not coming out after that.

"Alright, this place gives me the creeps. These..." Rodimus' holoform reexited the front cab, reaching into his pocket to reveal a heap of silver-lined, big, red buttons. "... Are silent alarms. They're hooked up to my intercoms, so I'll get the memo and bail you out if you push it. I could short-circuit if my holoform got injured, so it's best if I just, y'know, stay outside. Good luck, folks! Don't get brutally murdered, I won't drive your corpses back. It costs to keep this interior clean, man..." And, with that said and done, human Rodimus vanished once more, leaving you in the cold open.

The warehouse had a lot of surprisingly high tech surveillance paired with a guard stationed at the front, a stealthy entrance would seem impossible making the more violent way the only plausible way. However, before you have time to jump in and rage hell a homeless man dressed in rags approaches you.

The man in his 50s had a rough face covered in bruises and with scruffy unkempt hair, his face was covered in a weird dark green dirt. He sniffs some mucus back to where it came from before he addresses you; "Oh the old underground arena? Yea it attracts a lot of rich folks with no time and a taste for the vice of wrath. Though getting in there without a ticket might be pretty hard... luckily, uncle Noah got you covered." he says as revealing a disgusting yellow smile.

He opens his rags to show a few tickets in pristine condition compared to his otherwise unsightly outfit.

"Forty bucks a piece, a steal I know.".

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Ben Tennyson
Status: Alive/Healthy/Scraped
Mood: "N A N I"

Ben let Wright down when he saw Rex come out of the room. The teenager ran over and was just about to greet him when they were pushed into a jet to head towards the Outskirts. He tried to sit near Rex so he could greet him, but people filled up the seats near him. When they landed ontop of a building and went inside, Ben realized it was dark so he opened up the Omnitrix's hologram. "Heatblast!" the Pyronite called out as he turned into, well, Heatblast. "So dark in here.." The fiery humanoid murmured as he looked around, when suddenly a little girl began screaming. He turned towards the noise, just like everyone else, only for her to yell 'Rainbow Blast' and shoot out well.. A rainbow blast. When Ben saw it coming he pressed the Omnitrix button on his chest and turned into Eatle for his extremely hard shell. "Eatle!" the bug-like alien called out as he pushed himself in front of the blast to keep at least some of it from reaching the others.

thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore @Outskirts​
 

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Jak the Eco Warrior
Weapons: Blaster- Morph Gun
Armor: Armor of Mar full
Abilities: Dark and Light Jak

Jak dropped out of Light Jak once he heard he had to take the ride with everyone else, he would of preferred to fly there but whatever. ​

As soon as everyone stopped, a hobo was offering tickets to some sort of arena that sounded fishy.

"40 bucks a steal for what?!"
"Let us in or force us to compete for our lives?"

Jak heard it all before, he had to do it ito prove himself to his missing father, Damas.


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General Connor
Armor: Future Resistance Battle Armor over fatigues
Weapons:
Remington 870 trench gun with a heat shield.
M203PI Standalone Grenade Launcher
Plasma rifle

The older General watched as the odd creature named "Eatile" take on a lot of the attack yelled out loud named "Rainbow Attack!"​

Not only did the dark slime among the room annoy Connor but the odd full armored man named "Doomguy" was refusing to shoot at this.. girl?"

"Are you sure this voice is a girl's?!"
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John pulled out his "Remington 870 trench gun with a heat shield attached to it.

He couldn't shoot at a young girl. If she put the whole group in danger, he'd be forced to do it.​

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Rex - biometrics at 91.4%

The flight was somewhat uneventful, but the action started nearly as soon as the jet touched down and the group entered some ancient-looking warehouse. Immediately, the first thing that Rex noticed was the black goop on the floor. Then a kid about his age- he looked a little familiar- transformed into a fire-like EVO or something, making it obvious that the goop was on more than just the floor... However, before he could comment on this, someone's girly voice announced, loudly, "Rainbow Blast!", and, as the words described, a blast of rainbow shot towards the group.

Rex's first instinct was to transform his arms into his signature Smack Hands to absorb the blast, but that EVO kid beat him to it. Actually, he might not be an EVO, because Rex didn't think even nanites could let someone transform from a fire monster into a giant beetle in a momrnt's notice. Not even Rex could do it that fast! However, the beetle wasn't all-powerful, and its shell could only block a portion of the blast. Taking the initiative, Rex extended his Smack Hands on either side of the beetle, to absorb the rest of the blast.

Quickly, Rex identified the issue, with the help of Doomguy rolling out of the way and moving in the direction of the girl. "Hey, girl! We're here to help! Don't freak out on us, please?"

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  • And then, amidst the chaos, came two gunshots. The Italian man barrel-rolled out of the path of the rainbow blast, yanking down the hammer of his six-shooter and firing twice towards the ceiling, seemingly as a warning shot. What came next out of his mouth, however, didn't support this hypothesis.
    "No.1, No. 2! Get in there!" The gunslinger out-cried, as though commanding the imaginary (or perhaps invisible?) creatures he was seemingly bickering with back at the HQ. And then, like a magic trick, the bullets halted in mid-air, before turning in the direction of Doomguy and shooting towards him. However, just as abruptly as they fired, they suddenly grinded to a halt, suspending themselves atop the Doom marine's shoulders as he charged headfirst into the darkness.
    "Don't worry about the 'if', big guy! I've got you covered, just go get 'em!" He shouted, in response to John's warnings.
    To Yuuki, however, a different tale was told. Above the fired bullets rode tiny, yellow creatures, shouting mild obscenities and letting out a joyful, squeaky cry of "YEEEEEHAAAAAAW!" as they soccer-kicked the bullets after Doomguy. His suspicions were confirmed:
    This man was a Stand user. How he had multiple, miniature Stands, or how they themselves seemed to possess a mind and will of their own was anyone's guess, but there was no mistaking it. Now all that was left to find out was whether or not he was one of DIO's servants, though his attire and general behavior seemed to imply otherwise.

    thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore , Critic Ham Critic Ham (Doomguy), darkred darkred (John Connor), GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack (Yuuki Yoshida)
 
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All Might
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Location – Outskirts | With – The Outskirts Group | Condition – Fair

All Might stood fast even as chaos erupted all around him. He’d gone with the group heading to the outskirts of the city, and though he was still unclear on what this organization’s overall goal was, the mission of the moment seemed to be some sort of infiltration. Once they’d arrived at the location and got inside, however, all hell seemed to break loose. A blast of rainbow energy, two young men transforming to block it, gunshots… Everything had very quickly gotten out of hand.

“Everyone, hold your fire! Attacking blindly in the dark will only lead to unnecessary injuries!” he bellowed out without thinking. Sure, he may not know what was going on, and he might not hold any authority whatsoever in this world, but he couldn’t let the situation unravel any further than it already had. Someone was liable to get killed at this rate.​
 
Marie - healthy

Marie did what she did best, and followed the group loosely. The jet was a little uneventful, and the area itself seemed one and the same, until the group entered a warehouse apparently owned by Toffee. When she landed, it made a gross splashing sound, almost like enemy ink. "Eww..." she said aloud, in response to the goop's sound. Mere moments later, someone shouted, "Rainbow Blast!" which was followed closely with the eruption of a, well, rainbow blast from a certain direction. Marie couldn't pry herself loose from the goop in time to escape the attack, but the rest of the group seemed to have no issue either blocking the attack or sidestepping it. The former party she owned her life to.

After prying herself loose of the goop, another of the group fired off two bullets- no, physical, probably metal projectiles- into the air. Except, he ordered them to follow the Doomguy. That fascinated Marie. Her first words were, "Woah! Teach me how to do that!"

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    RhysIndustrial District
    Werid feeling

    The salary man and his buddy [with part of his group as well may I add.... if that happened] arrived to a poorly lit area which was surrounded with warehouses, but one of the properties was not that small for it to be an old supposed brick factory. To the surprise of the data miner, said warehouse was equipped with a guard at the front and high-tech surveillance systems, even though he may be sneaky enough to try and disable the system (YES FUCK THE SYSTEM) with his cybernetic eye implant it simply wouldn't be enough to even try for a more stealthier option, but before the new group was able to even continue with their path, the typical goddamn hobo has to come up and offer some kind of tickets for 40 bucks "Hmm.... tickets to the "Old Underground Arena" you say, huh? Where did you get them, If you mind me asking?" asked one of the 2 Hyperion workers present

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    "For 40 dollars sounds this sounds more like some sort of hoax, Are you very sure the damn tickets aren't false? Because if it turns out like that, you and a few others will be having some problems here, and trust me, I don't like having problems with people who kinda have a bad-shape attire" [Though it may seem like a lie but dealing with psychos and and his hell of a boss was one thing but let us leave that story for later] Rhys would also be able to scan the tickets and see if they were legitimate or not before even taking a penny out of his wallet but something would still not add up.​

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Rodimus' holoform stuffed the pouch back into his pocket before dissipating into a few, stray electrical sparks. By the time everyone had gotten back to the main lobby, the Cybertronian was sitting outside in vehicle form, ever-so impatiently waiting for the crew. "I'll drive you there. If you don't get in in 15 minutes, I'm legally allowed to leave." He half-sarcastically remarked, honking his horn as the group bundled into his trailer hitch, the ramp lifting back up to seal the entrance the moment the last few came aboard. Without a second of delay, the machine drove off, leaving just as Leo and co. soared away on their jet.

You find yourselves in a poorly lit area littered with huge industrial warehouses, no sign of life of intelligent life except the occasional hobo if you can count them that. However, the property you were sent to investigate was the standout, as expected. A small unassuming old repurposed brick factory that now acted as a warehouse or that's what it said on its record. At a closer look from behind a corner, you see a lot of well-dressed gentleman and ladies giggly possibly from a night of drinking entering the warehouse and not coming out after that.

"Alright, this place gives me the creeps. These..." Rodimus' holoform reexited the front cab, reaching into his pocket to reveal a heap of silver-lined, big, red buttons. "... Are silent alarms. They're hooked up to my intercoms, so I'll get the memo and bail you out if you push it. I could short-circuit if my holoform got injured, so it's best if I just, y'know, stay outside. Good luck, folks! Don't get brutally murdered, I won't drive your corpses back. It costs to keep this interior clean, man..." And, with that said and done, human Rodimus vanished once more, leaving you in the cold open.

The warehouse had a lot of surprisingly high tech surveillance paired with a guard stationed at the front, a stealthy entrance would seem impossible making the more violent way the only plausible way. However, before you have time to jump in and rage hell a homeless man dressed in rags approaches you.

The man in his 50s had a rough face covered in bruises and with scruffy unkempt hair, his face was covered in a weird dark green dirt. He sniffs some mucus back to where it came from before he addresses you; "Oh the old underground arena? Yea it attracts a lot of rich folks with no time and a taste for the vice of wrath. Though getting in there without a ticket might be pretty hard... luckily, uncle Noah got you covered." he says as revealing a disgusting yellow smile.

He opens his rags to show a few tickets in pristine condition compared to his otherwise unsightly outfit.

"Forty bucks a piece, a steal I know.".

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  • Two gunshots roared in the chaos. Before I could react, a voice called out telling No. 1 and 2 to get into the fight. I stopped my charge for a moment, opting to see if the newcomer was a hostile. However, two bullets sped towards me. I tensed, bracing myself to jump out of the way when they suddenly grinded to a halt eventually stopping over my shoulders.

    Bullets that can hover in mid-air? Where's the gun that can do that!

    "Don't worry about the if, big guy! I've got you covered, just go get em!"

    I looked at the person who said that as I resumed charging at the hostile. It was a male teenager wearing what appeared to be a blue turtle-neck. I flashed a thumbs up as a thanks. Not sure what the bullets could do, but I had to put faith in them.

    I glanced over to see how my other allies were doing. The one named Ben changed into a giant bug-thing and jumped into the path of the beam in hopes of tanking the force. One of the new kids, another male teenager with goggles, shapeshifted his hands into giant ones that appeared mechanical. He laid them at either side of Ben also in hopes of absorbing the beam that might split off in two directions.

    "Are you sure this voice is a girl's?!" Someone yelled out. I furrowed my brows at that. Of course I wasn't sure, but it was either charging in to see if it was or possibly shooting a kid who didn't know any better. Now shut up and let me do my thing.

    "Everyone, hold your fire! Attacking blindly in the dark will only lead to unnecessary injuries!" Another voice called out. That was a reasonable thing, but given what happened last time, whoever said that was going to get a headache quickly.

    "Woah! Teach me how to do that!" Yet another voice called out. It sounded like the squid creature named Marie. Was she easily distracted? I filed that away for later use. Marie might become problematic.

    Finally, another newbie said things in response to the various ongoings of the fight. I narrowed my eyes at what was said about me.

    "How's a guy like that expect to deal with rainbow blasts?"

    Yes, how is a guy like you suppose to deal with rainbow blasts? I could dodge or tank them, but I can't wait to see how you deal with them!

    The newbie also wanted to take out the hostile non-lethally. Joy, I had to either fling him out of the way or communicate that I wanted to do the same if it was a kid.

    With my allies taken into account, I made one alteration in my plan. Two of our members were busy tanking the beam, two were yelling out, one was distracted, one potentially helping me, and one was supporting me. I still charged, zigzagging to throw off the hostile's aim. If I could get close enough, I could put my plan into action.



 
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Yuuki Yoshida
Outskirts
- Has Had Enough Already -

Yuuki plopped into the gooey room along with everyone else and immediately was unimpressed. "Great, I got this crap on my uniform pants. Who knows if this stuff will wash off..."

It had barely been a minute since they started their investigation when they'd been interrupted by the sound of "Rainbow Blast!", followed by, of course, a rainbow blast.


Two of the others had been fast enough to form a shield with their combined alien and metallic bodies. Yuuki hurried behind them to take cover, his expensive shoes getting ruined with every step he took in the black goop. He plopped himself next to the squid girl and the army guy, groaning at the goop that now covered the seat of his pants.

"Now's not really the time to be ogling dudes, ya know?" He said to the squid by his side. Yuuki peeked over the human shields to watch the Doom Marine charging forward toward the enemy, with nothing but a gun in his hand. "How's a guy like that expect to deal with rainbow blasts?"

Another thing he saw was Mista firing off his gun twice and then shortly after two of the yellow creatures he saw with him before riding and kicking the bullets to change their course. Seeing as how Marie seemed to think it was just some trick, Yuuki confirmed that they were in fact Stands.

"Even in this place, Stand users are drawn to other Stand users..." He mumbled to himself.

“Everyone, hold your fire! Attacking blindly in the dark will only lead to unnecessary injuries!”

He was right, although this attacker seemed to be an enemy, they really had no idea who they were up against. If they ended up hurting some innocent girl he would never forgive himself.

Yuuki tapped on the back of Eatle's shell with his knuckles to get his attention. "I don't suppose any of you guys could get me close to whoever's attacking us? I could take them out non-lethally if I got up close and personal with them." He asked to those around him (Eatle, Rex, Marie, and John).

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Holly - brimming

Holly frowned. She was never fond of obstacles, and her police instincts were itching. While she couldn't vouch for any of the others, Holly reasonably decided she could make an "emergency" entrance for the rest of the group, if she could just get inside first. "Cover for me, I'll get you front-row seats in just a moment," she said to the group quietly, before activating her shield. Once she was sure she was invisible to everyone except high-speed cameras, she waltzed towards the man without even a hint of fear. She took a sharp right, and walked a semicircle past him, before turning around, unshielding, and giving the group a thumbs-up. She shielded again and continued in a straight line towards what she assumed "Uncle Noah" was selling tickets for. The easy part is getting in, they'd have a lot more trouble getting out after causing endless amounts of trouble.

( June Verles June Verles @industrial group peeps)
 
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Senor Pink
Industrial District
- Hard-Boiled -

When they arrived at the mission site, everyone seemed to be worrying over how they were going to get in. Getting past this security would be a cinch for Senor Pink and his Sui Sui no Mi.

He heard Holly say that she could get them 'front row seats', and he immediately assumed she was capable of sneaking in as well.

Senor gave a quiet, stealthy suck on his pacifier. "We'll scout ahead and leave some signs for you to follow us. You kids stay here and figure out how you're gonna get in."

Without explaining how someone such as himself could sneak past security, Senor Pink folded his arms and began to sink as the ground beneath his feet started to ripple like a disturbed pool of water. "Don't screw this up." Warned the adult baby as he sank completely into the earth.

Completely submerged underground, Senor followed Holly's lead after she seemingly turned invisible and swam right under the guard and all the cameras out front.

When he made it past, Senor surfaced from underground, arms folded like before and began to sneak his way forward, hoping the invisible Holly didn't wander too far ahead. If he did get caught, Senor had no doubts he could quickly disable whatever lackey had unfortunately discovered him.

[ Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind darkred darkred June Verles June Verles ]​
 
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  • --Kazumi Sawatari--

    Finally getting his turn, Kazumi decided to buy some of the gear he needed; a Sclash Jelly and a Sclash Driver. Surprising, both of them came in a single bundle of only $700. Pressing it, the item materialized in front of the printer, prompting Kazumi to catch the driver and the jelly in his hands. The Driver had a blue base with a slot big enough for a small bottle. Two small blocks with jagged teeth a distance from the slot that'll move when the yellow wrench found on the side of the mechanism is pressed down.

    Kazumi then realized that this thing could get him whatever he needed from his home just by looking for it. With that in mind. he then searched for a specific bottle that was owned by his most trusted comrade...A red and white bottle with a castle design on it.l
 
Upon arriving at the warehouse in the industrial district with the rest of the group, Ciaran took two red buttons, one for her and one for Umbra, who's body she still occupied. "I could sneak in using the Void and summon you to me via Transference," Ciaran thought, communicating only to Umbra at the moment. She turned their collective gaze at the rooftops. "Or I could work on my parkour like you said, and look for a rooftop entrance. There might be hostiles up there, though. I think the first option is the safest."

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  • Emile A-239 Location= Millennium City - Industrial District - Warehouse
    Mental Condition= Alert
    Physical Condition= Fine
    Shields= 100%

    Interaction Emile got into Rodimus's trailer and rode to the warehouse. He chose this location for two reason. One: Jerome was there, and Spartans stick together, especially in a situation like this. Having an ally or several would make such an unknown and dangerous environment. Two: an urban environment was more what Emile was used to. A shotgun and grenade launchers' damage is maximized in a close quarters environment, and there are many more opportunities to utilize his kukri.

    As they arrived at the warehouse, Emile took the silent alarm and slid it into the soft case tactical pouch on his left thigh. He noticed the ticket hustler hanging around the entrance of the warehouse. This was going to be a hindrance for some of them. However, a man child already dove into the ground and the elf looking girl turned invisible without an active camo device. This crazy stuff was causing Emile consider more and more the possibility of magic, or at least some crazy advanced technology.

    Seeing that Emile would have to wait for those two crazy people to come back with anything of use, Emile walked up to the hobo and decided to try a little bluff. If not, then they would have to rely on the man child and the elf. He drew his knife and began to make a sharpening routine using his armor's gauntlet as a whetstone. "So, an arena you say? What if we were here to...participate in the fight? I'm sure they wouldn't make the participants pay for a chance to win. But if they do...what's to stop us from taking the tickets from you?"

    Notes Interacting With: June Verles June Verles (Uncle Noah)
    Mentioned: GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack (Senor Pink) Sleek Sleek (Jerome) Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind (Holly)

    [COLOR=#990000][I]Italicized Colored[/I][/COLOR][COLOR=#000]= Internal Dialogue[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#990000][B]Bolded Colored[/B][/COLOR][COLOR=#000]= External Dialogue[/COLOR]
    [color=#990000]Emile's Speech Color[/color][color=#000]= #990000[/color]

 
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Outside of the Arena, Jerome stood behind Emile. The Spartan was quiet, but his presence, even to the uninitiated, was imposing. As Emile continued to attempt to intimidate the ticket booth, Jerome reflected on the 'Magical' abilities the others seemed to exhibit. He'd seen enough on the Ark and the Shield World to know such things were very much possible, and that with the mashup of universes, it was possible others just intrinsically had anomalous properties.

Emile's suggestion that they participate in the arena jerked Jerome from his reverie. Hand-to-hand was a Spartan's specialty, especially his brand of Spartan. John-117 beat 4 ODSTs in hand to hand without armor once, and killed two of the 4 without realizing it. The supersoldiers were living weapons, and Jerome was confident that he and Emile could definately fight their way into the Arena's good graces.

The spartan put an armored hand on Emile's shoulder to signal him to back off a little.

"What he's saying is, that if there isn't an entry fee, we would like to enter a fight."

QizPizza QizPizza Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind Thepotatogod Thepotatogod @industrial group
 
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    [Corporal Damon S. Baird]
    {Money: 150$}
    {Status: Healthy, undamaged}
    {Equipment: Chainsaw Lancer, Gnasher Shotgun, Boltok}
    {Armor/Clothing: Personal COG osmium-polyethylene armor}
    {Abilities: N/A}
    {Interactions/Mentions: thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore ghxstfreak ghxstfreak @OutskirtsCrew}     ​

    Baird walked up to the roof with Team Outskirts and boarded the jet. After a little while, they reached their destination: a decrepit building in a desolate area. No person was in sight, explaining the latter description, and the name Outskirts. Least no one will bother them while they work. Damon followed the others down the air duct, all landing in the dark room covered in a black goop. He groaned, wiping his gloves off on his leg armor. He cursed the COG for never issuing them with flashlights, because he can't see a thing. He reached back and took his Lancer from it's magnetic holster, holding it at rest. It didn't take long for something bad to happen, which didn't surprise the old man.

    A high voice, likely from a young girl, sounded somewhere in front of them. "Rainbow blast!" she shouted, and then erupted a beam of... rainbows. The fire kid morphed into something else, probably called Eatle by what he shouted out. He caught most of the blast while someone else, who had very cool mechanical arms, blocked the rest. Baird rolled behind them as they did so, not wanting to get injured, though this covered him in goop. "Ugh, dammit. I've been covered in enough shit for one lifetime already, ." After the beam subsided, people sprang into action. Some advancing, one firing warning shots, another straight up firing boulders are the source of the attack. Inside Baird awoken old instincts, he shot in the direction of where he thought their assailant was, though he caught himself mid action. They are likely in combat with a young girl, and while he wants her to stop attacking, he doesn't want her dead.

    Damon keeps his gun aimed over there just in case she isn't a friendly, but calls out instead of firing. "Hey, kid," he yelled to Eatle, "think you can give us some light?" The others continued moving forward, so Baird decided to join them as well.
 
Holly and Senor Pink managed to get past the guard and the security without any apparent trouble, the guard didn't even seem to notice them. However, as they entered the warehouse the only thing they found was another poorly lit tunnel that seemed to go down deeper underground, it seemed like this underground fighting arena was actually underground, who would have guessed. As they followed the corridor further and further underground they would start to notice that the walls were beginning to shift into the same dirt that covered Noah's face but it was too late, a loud thump would be heard behind them.

A faint yellow bioluminescence would begin to cover the walls making the tunnel a lot clearer, as they realize what the large thump behind them was. Their way back was blocked by a wall, but the new found light also allowed them to observe another section of the wall next to them covered with blue runes. However any attempt to open the wall would be redundant, and if Senor Pink attempted to escape using his ability he would find that he couldn't go past the walls. The only way left was forward...
Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack

Back where everyone else was Noah was rolling his eyes back over Jak's remark in annoyance before sighing and telling him; "Look, mate, these tickets are spectator tickets, you use them to spectate the fight. And that's it."

Rhys's scan over the tickets resulted with a local police order; "Arrest anyone with these tickets on their person, lead for the underground arena case.". The hobo scuffed back and grabbed his chest as if he was offended; "Excuse you? I am just a simple businessman trying to do just that, business. I am quite hurt by your remark but I won't let that stop me from making business with you, I have to be the better man. But yes these are 100% the real deal.".

As Rohan proceeded to draw a face in order to make Noah into a book nothing happened... The hobo lifted in response lifted his eyebrow in confusion before saying; "That's a nice trick, I know a local magician who could hire your services as an assistant, but that's not here or there. Are you buying or not?"

As the two Spartans proceed to ask if they could perhaps enter the arena as combatants he squints at them staring them up and down before shrugging, he then answers their question; "I mean if you want to fight then just go for it, the guard will probably let you in. I am only selling spectator tickets you dig?"
darkred darkred Rhysie Rhysie GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack Sleek Sleek QizPizza QizPizza

As Emily made her way to the top of the building and got to a better vantage point over the warehouse she could observe nothing. The top of the building had nothing on it, no guards, no surveillance, no entrances. It seemed unused, however, Emily may find a good use out of the barrenness of the rooftop.
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