Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

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Ben Tennyson
Status: Alive/Healthy/Bruised
Omnitrix: Eatle & Heatblast
Current Money in MC Cash: $300

Ben was expecting Marie to respond to All Might, so after a little bit of waiting and realizing she wouldn't, he decided to. "Well, I'm Ben and I'm the greatest superhero of all time! I kick loads of alien butt, go to other universes, and have saved the multiverse all while turning into super cool aliens like a ghost named Ghostfreak, a fire dude named Heatblast, a super strong guy named Four Arms.." The boy went on and on listing his aliens and their names as the squid girl rested on his shoulders, listening to some other conversation going on in the distance. After a long few minutes of bragging, he introduced the sniper inkling to All Might. "a vampire named Whampire, and yeah... That's pretty much it. Oh yeah, and the girl up there. Marie, she's a tiny squid girl," Ben said, really making himself look a lot bigger than the celebrity secret agent. She asked if someone had anything to scrape open the door, even though it looked unlocked... But some dude was about to use super strength to open it. Nice. As he watched the man get ready to let everyone into the next room, the boy looked up as high as he could and asked, "Want me to let you down, Marie?"

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All Might
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Location - Outskirts | With - The Outskirts Group | Condition - Fair

All Might blinked against the harsh light that suddenly filled the room, nearly blinded by the abrupt transition from complete darkness. Once he was able to see again, he took a look around at the goop they’d been standing in, taking notice of the sparkling flecks of gold suspended within. Well, that was unexpected. He wondered what function those gold bits had…

Since someone was already trying to get through the door, All Might felt free to give the two teens he was talking to his undivided attention. He listened as Ben proceeded to list off all the different forms he could turn into, all the while he regarded the boy with a patient, polite smile. He’d had plenty of experience dealing with chatty fans and eager hero hopefuls, and he’d developed an impeccable tact for dealing with such situations. Not that it was an unpleasant conversation by any means. In fact, his sunken blue eyes seemed to light up at the mention of one word in particular.

“A superhero, you say?” All Might replied once the young man was clearly done talking. “That’s fantastic! I’m actually a teacher at a school for young heroes just like yourself! I must say, that’s quite the versatile power you have there, my boy. I can’t say I’ve seen the likes of it before.”

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Ultima 4 looks around, observing as they always did but they promptly decided to actually interact with their group, and friend. Maybe friends if Ben counted at this point, even so Ultima joined in on the conversation even if just to built rapport. Ultima 4 addressed the group promptly, "Hello Marie, Ben, All Might. Do any of you have any ideas on the purpose of this facility, or what may come? My scanners aren't picking up anything of value." The tone once again was cold, and nearly emotionless... although the articulation was far off a monotone, seeming to show the effort of Ultima's attempt in conversing. They looked back towards the door, observant, their small movements accompanied by a rather lack of mechanical sounds. Ben and Marie had been able to get used to Ultima but for All Might it perhaps would be a different story. They seemed to be a robot, cold and emotionless but All Might could pick up on... small signs of humanity, true emotions and personality... very small though, small enough to put it to inconclusive results, especially in the way Ultima 4 abruptly changed in actions. Even so... their design reminded him of more sinister things, it was a design meant to be sleek and efficient, and unnerving. Similar to the heroes All Might had been teaching Ultima was a symbol... but a symbol of fear instead of a symbol of peace. The alien, yet just human enough design was unnerving. On top of that All Might would perhaps to be able to pick up on the that subtle but distinct feeling of a killer... that certain feeling and air of someone that has taken lives, this very air hung around Ultima but... not in the fashion of rowdy thugs, malicious villains, or just broken psychopaths... no... Ultima was a killer, but it was be cause they were told to... and they obeyed. This insight was vague and fleeting but... for someone like All Might who could read some people very well, this eerie and unspoken truth leaked through the cracks of Ultima's... attempted friendliness. This led back to the conclusion that Ultima 4 was just a bot but... for some reason they seemed off, a subtle note that few would pick up on. Yes, to Marie and Ben Ultima had appeared strange and rather unique for a robot but they summed that up to AI, or just good programming. However here It was more a matter of experience, there was something dark here. Something that could only be believed to be the result of some form of villainy... but everything for now... was to vague... but it was there.

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  • "I'm fine, there no need to be concerned. It happens all the time." The man said before disappearing into the darkness. I remained standing with raised hands. If he was coughing up blood all the time then he must have received an injury that didn't properly. Had my fair share over the eons and had to resort to using various methods to correct it.

    "Hey! Watch where you're groping around. Some people have their tentacles here! I'm trying to find the light switch as we speak. Can you help?" Marie's voice carried over to where I was. I tilted my head. Groping? A vague memory told me that was only meant for married couples. Not sure what it was used for though.

    "Woah! Who are you?" Ben asked.

    “I-I’m really very sorry, young miss! I-it wasn’t my intention!” The voice that answered sounded like it belonged to the person coughing up blood. He said his name was All Might, professional something. That was all I heard before he stopped himself.

    Daisy hopped next to my leg. I scooped her back up into my arms. She let out a squeak when the lights flashed back on and I blinked several times as my eyes adjusted.

    The black sludge covered every inch of the room. Beneath the layers were golden specks too deep to cast too bright a light. I did raise an eyebrow. Wouldn't they still be visible in the darkness though? Eh, whatever, could be a variant of the goop. Star also call out towards a door concealed behind layers of goop so thick it made me wonder if it was even worth just opening it normally. One of the others was already trying to... lift it. That wasn't how a wooden door worked, but ok.

    I walked over to the man. He wore a civil war era Union uniform. I tapped him on the shoulder. If I was able to get his attention, I would point to the door knob and made a twisting motion. I also made a series of gestures that if the door knob didn't work, you don't want to lift the door, but push against it in weaken areas in order to break the hinges off. Trying to lift it meant facing resistance from both the frame and whatever material built ontop of it. Alternatively, one could punch through the door yet it would probably take longer because of the goop.

    The others chatted with one another while I helped the Union soldier get the door open. Ben claimed to be the greatest superhero of all time. As if! That title belonged to another. Then Ben said he had gone to other universes, gaining new alien forms for his device. Ok, maybe the title was up for debate. However, no superhero was complete without the outside underwear.

    Mista and Yuuki talked as well. I only caught pieces of their conversation. Something about stands being drawn to one another. Some guy named DIO. Didn't know, didn't care. Still had to thank Mista for helping out earlier and get him to share where he got the bullets that could maneuver themselves.








 
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  • Holy shit, things went by way too quickly for Frank. He felt like he suddenly went onto autopilot- only shaking his head towards Shilo's concern for him since the wound finally sealed up in front of both their eyes. Before long he had armed himself with what seemed to be an upgrade of the M16 family, the M16A3 full-auto AR probably made a couple decades after the A1 he was more familiar with. In addition, it came equipped with its own underbarrel M320 grenade launcher, also meant to be a descendant of the M203 GL. Of course, he wasn't sure if danger close was something to worry about, so he made sure to also have the strange otherworldly machine print both a Flak Jacket and a set of both 40mm shotgun rounds alongside the usual 40mm HE shells that were all-too-commonly used with such launchers.

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    To do so, he put the coins he earned into a smallish "drawer" in the front of the printer, which closed up once he made his selections on the screen- whether it be via voice commands, keyboard, or just tapping the touch pad on it, its UI was easy and nearly anyone could pick whatever was on their mind. The merchant hadn't been joking when he said anything could be printed- there were a variety of options on board, but Woods was only interested in getting back up to speed.

    Within moments all his selections were printed out, and he equipped them onto his person. Having weapons now made him feel so much better- hot damn, was it great to have a gun in his hands again. The drawer popped out again, the currency still in there, but the Marine felt different about it. It was like a sixth sense told him he had wasted all his money on his stuff, and this "currency" wasn't actually worth anything at this point. How that worked? He had no clue. Whatever, he'd figure it out later. Also, he apparently missed the torture of those asshole mercenaries that attacked everyone earlier. Damn, he would've loved to seen that- oh well, too late for that. He went for the outskirts- he wasn't unfamiliar with shitty places, so it would be like home. Or more specifically, like Vietnam.


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    Within what seemed to be the blink of an eye, he had flashed forward to the present, where the group of misfits had finally turned the lights on and spotted a door at the end. The only issue was the slime all over the place. That in itself was a huge warning flag that screamed "TRAP" to the Marine, and even if he didn't have any sort of info on it he most certainly had a gut instinct that told him this wasn't normal. He lifted his modernized M16 up to his hip, gun at the ready for anything that either came out of the door or even worse if the damn sludge itself tried to go after his allies.

    "Don't get too close to that door. We should figure out how harmful that sludge is," The veteran-turned-supersoldier grunted to everyone else, grabbing a rock on the ground before hurling it at the gunk- not forceful enough that it would splatter that shit all over, but enough that it would probably hit the stuff. He'd investigate the gold shit later, but since it was out of reach he didn't bother looking at that crap for the time being.
 
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    [Corporal Damon S. Baird]
    {Money: 150$}
    {Status: Healthy, undamaged}
    {Equipment/Items: Chainsaw Lancer, Gnasher Shotgun, Boltok, Black/Gold Sludge}
    {Armor/Clothing: Personal COG osmium-polyethylene armor}
    {Abilities: N/A}
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    Star must not have heard his question, but he didn't press it. Perhaps she was distracted by something else, though, as finally they found the light switch. The room was suddenly lit up, startling Baird for a second. They saw more black sludge, and gold spots in the goop here and there. It isn't chemiluminescent, or else they'd see it in the dark; nor is it real gold, for if it were, it'd be solid in this sludge. Odd, but then again, that fits with the theme of this city. Looking around the room some more, they all noticed the outline of a door hidden behind the goop. Of course, the group made their way towards it. Damon was planning on opening it like a normal person, but someone decided to try and lift the door. Though why, he did not know, but it gave him time to do his own thing.

    That thing being, of course, involving the ooze. The old man scooped some up in his hands, looking at it intently. There isn't much to see, really, not with the naked eye. He heard a man, dressed in what is likely military garb, express his own concern for the ooze. Baird is sure he's heard him say his name before, though he doesn't seem to recall it. "It's not harmful to touch, or else a few people here would be dead," he began in reply, including himself in that list of people, since he got it on his face. "Worst case scenario is it's a parasite hellbent on spreading across the world, leaving a path of mutation and destruction." Instead of inspecting it again, he pours it from his palms into one of his pouches. "Probably not that." Messy, but he didn't mind. Maybe Libra has some magic washing machine that can clean things instantly, even get grape juice stains out of whites or prevent shrinking on dry-clean only. "Hey, Leo, HQ have any equipment to examine this stuff?" he asked, looking towards the Libra agent. Baird made sure to get regular goop, as well as some with the spots, even though it's the former that interests him more. It's best to cover all ground, figuratively in this sense. Even if Libra didn't have the necessary equipment, which he doubted, Baird could still print the stuff out.
 
Vonyish approached the printer and inserted what seemed to be 500 of the credits he was given, in return it started to construct a Bolter. But not any Bolter, it was his Bolter, The Exitus as it was completed he picked it up, a grin on his face growing as he inspected every scratch and detail. Perfection.

Just than he inserted another 150 of the credits in, just like before it started to construct another one of his cherished weapon, this time it constructed his power sword that radiated with power, a reddish glow emitting from it. He also had a name for it, The Peribit. He placed the sword on his back holster and his gun by his side.

Vonyish also entered a meditation like state of mind, following Emile and the other soldiers blindly into an arena. When he snapped out of his trance he saw a dead lion am dead worried screams from the soldiers. "Sitrep!" He called out to Jerome mostly since he had taken charge from what he could see but was open for anyone to give him an update. He also unsheathed Peribit in his left hand and rose the Exitus with his right, awaiting orders on who to attack.

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As each of you trekked onward toward the door on the other end of the vacant structure, something about the room… changed. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it was almost as if something or someone was preventing you from moving forward. With each step, your bodies were weighed down by about ten pounds each, so much so that any attempts at pulling out any weapons or activating any of your powers felt next to impossible.

That’s when it happened.

Before your very eyes, the entire room started to disappear before you like it was a holographic projection. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, even the door which you were led to believe was the only way out… all of it disappeared out of thin air. All that was left was the black ooze which had surrounded all of you since you entered. Eventually, all that was left was an empty, black void.

“W-what’s happening?!” Leo asked as he took a step back in disbelief. Then, a quiet chuckle emit from the girl who you had all just met. The young girl who claimed to have been against Toffee, just as all of you were.

“Isn’t it obvious, dear~?” Star asked with a sadistic grin, the young girl’s pupils flashing a light blue as she turned to Leo and lifted him up by his throat with almost no effort and casually chucked him into the dark void that surrounded all of you, causing him to disappear soon after.

The landscape around all of you changed yet again, as the same blue aura which ate away at your surroundings began to form an entirely different one. This new landscape changed into one which looked like… a castle of some sort. It was certainly a depressing one, at that, one which looked suited for some supervillain’s nefarious lair, complete with a long dining table that was befitting to an interior such as this, complete with a maniacal chair which sat at the opposite end.

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Your surroundings weren’t the only things to change as well, for once you all looked over to Star, her entire appearance began to morph into that of an older, more refined woman. Her once silky, blonde hair turned to a delicate and smooth light shade of brown. Her dress, once cute and befitting for a girl her age, changed into a much more formal piece of attire, almost like a vest of some sort, with the cloth turning into the same shade of blue as the that strange aura. This was accompanied by a sky blue coat that wrapped around her arms, and finally a black button-up skirt which hugged at her waste and lowered to right above her knees. She remained modest, of course, as a pair of black leggings protruded out the bottom of the skirt and reached all the way to what looked like her feet, as they dig into her black heels. Her headband changed as well, what was once a cute piece of headwear with little devil horns poking out, was now a pure black headband with a neat little bow in the corner, one which matched the one on her collar.

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“You’ve been fooled~”

The woman began to slowly strut toward the chair with a sly smirk stretched across her lips, one hand placed firmly on her hip as politely took a seat in the large chair at the end of the table. She then proceeded to cross her legs and let out a light chuckle while staring at all of you almost seductively, the woman grinning at the lot of you while she awaited your response.

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All Might
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Location - I Don't Even Know Anymore | With - The Outskirts Group | Condition - Fair

All Might had furrowed his brows as Ultima approached their group. The individual appeared somewhat feminine, if he were to take a guess at it, but their alien appearance made it hard to tell for sure. In any case, that wasn’t what concerned him the most. There was something about this person that felt… off. If he had to put words to it, he’d say it was the feeling he got when he looked into the eyes of someone on the knife’s edge of hero and villain; a killer that could be reformed, or even an honest person turned to darker deeds. They seemed fundamentally conflicted, perhaps in need of some guidance…

Of course, no sooner had All Might opened his mouth to politely reply did the room suddenly start to twist and morph. He shifted his stance to keep steady in all the chaos, but he was unable to do much more than that with the sudden invisible weight that seemed to crush down on his shoulders. He held fast until everything settled down and they suddenly found themselves standing in the grand dining hall of what looked like a castle.

All Might clenched his fists at his sides, feeling genuinely stupid for assuming there was little danger in the room. At the very least, that black ooze should have reminded him of the sickly substance used in All For One’s teleportation ability. Of course, whether they’d been teleported or if it had all been some grand illusion, it was anyone’s guess. In any case, all of that could be teased out later, after they dealt with this shapeshifting young lady.

“Indeed we have,” he retorted to the girl’s taunting of having fooled them. He wouldn’t let himself wallow in self-pity for it, though. He fixed his gaze on her as he started his way around the long dining table towards her. “And I suppose now you’ll regale us with your gloating and tell us all about it?”

The way the retired hero saw it, this girl either thought she’d won already, or else she was close enough to her win condition that she’d gotten cocky. Either way, he hoped that kicking the hornets’ nest a bit could coax her into showing her hand a little.

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Ultima 4 as always, kept nondescript and discrete, their presence not often leaving an impact and they weren't that memorable, which was a little suiting seeing as their face was literally just a blank geometric slate. Ultima faded to the back of the crowd and out of sight, their cloaking activating and them being rendered invisible. Now though, they were finally getting data. Ultima 4 thought to themselves, They're a magic user... Killing them is either risky or not plausible, However this is nothing new... This one's powerful however, maybe having allies is of some use. My abilities will see some practical use here. Ultima as they moved used their as of yet secret powers and nulled any magical sense of Ultima, if Mabel had a 6th sense of magical origin it wasn't going to be picking up Ultima 4 anytime soon.

As Mabel was sitting their looking smug and gloating in a silent manner Ultima 4 was moving, silently, their perfected mechanics making them silent and their cloaking having been refined to a point. They'd re-positioned, when Ultima suddenly came back into existence again, if was behind Mabel's chair, killing them was a foolish idea but Ultima tried the next best thing as they pointed their hands at Mabel's head, plates on the hands making a slight and quick whir and they pulled back and opened up Ultima's potential for an ability or magic of their own. The only thing Mabel was able to hear was the slight and speedy sound of mechanics as their power was suddenly frozen and nulled feeling stuck, or either not their at all. This magic was useful and difficult to manage, but to a powerful magic user like Mabel as it did it's work it brought a strange coldness to the chest and the unfamiliar lacking of powers. Ultima 4 though wasn't any grand mage, it was a battle of wills now.

Knowing that they weren't hidden any longer Ultima announced, to spur on their companions, "Target's powers temporarily neutralized, be quick!" They then spent all their focus on the magic they were restraining, and Mabel could feel the concentration aimed at her.

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  • The door disappeared before the union soldier had a chance to respond. I sighed as the rest of the room disappeared which left only the goop and 'Star' lifted Leo by the throat. I tried raising my pistol to fire in order to stop her, but what felt like a thousand Barons of Hell all sat on top of my arm. Leo was flung into the void by the time the sights were trained on her head.

    A blue aura ate away the goop, replacing it with stone, flames, and materials one could find in a castle eventually replacing everything with a dining room. It just screamed cliche villain. The table led to a black framed chair. Horns protruded out of either side as if to say this person is pure evil! Everything was so clean I could see my reflection in my visor when I looked down at the floor. Hell, there were even skulls scattered about. There were candles on skulls as if all the other decor didn't say enough.

    The only thing that caught my eyes was the same sigil sewn into banners. It reminded me of a reptile's eye expect wings were attached to both sides.

    However, none of it mattered when the woman said we had been fooled. She had transformed from the Star disguise to a formal outfit. Her hair was light brown. The way she moved and talked now oozed confidence, assured of her victory. I sighed once again. This was unexpected, but did not surprise me. Demons pulled this all the time. And everytime they became nothing more than red paste.

    Yet I did not rush in. This woman was far more powerful than regular Hell Priests and as physically strong as a Hell Knight. A head on charge was suicidal. I released Daisy from my hold. She hopped away, disappearing into the darkness.

    The others were already reacting.

    "Indeed we have." I turned to see All Might was speaking."And I suppose you'll regale us with your gloating and tell us all about it?"

    I snarled at All Might. What the fuck was he trying to do? One thing I learned while dealing with demonic tricksters was that they never gloat. If this woman was like them then whatever plan All Might was trying would be fruitless. Action needed to be taken yet it couldn't be blind.

    "Target's powers temporarily neutralized! Be quick!" The robot named Ultima yelled out.

    If it worked, it was a chance worth taking. I still did not charge though instead taking a second to create a plan. My gaze landed on the teenager named Mista. He had an ability to direct bullets. I didn't know if that was simply from his weapon or only affected bullets, but valuable time would be wasted if I tried asking.

    I released a growl directed at Mista to get his attention and I threw my pistol to him as soon as he turned to face me. I charged, powering through whatever force was trying to hold me down, to toss a chair at the woman. It was an attempt to both distract her and force her hand to reveal her powers. The feeling of her being able to control this room also weighed upon my back...





 
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[Corporal Damon S. Baird]
{Money: 150$}
{Status: Healthy, undamaged}
{Equipment/Items: Chainsaw Lancer, Gnasher Shotgun, Boltok, Black/Gold Sludge}
{Armor/Clothing: Personal COG osmium-polyethylene armor}
{Abilities: N/A}
{Interactions/Mentions: thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore @OutskirtsCrew}
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After he asked Leo the question, Baird began to feel odd. Every step towards the door bared a new burden. This wasn't a symptom of Damon's oldness, obviously, as it seemed to affect everyone. The old man fell to his knees, using his arms to keep himself up. Suddenly, everything began falling away. It wasn't long before the room was pitch black, nothing left to see but their team. Them, of course, and Star. Her laugh became very sadistic as she turned to face everyone. Leo began to speak, but was grabbed by the throat and thrown into the nothingness, disappearing. "Fuck!" he yelled with weary breath, trying to pick his Lancer off the ground. It was futile, of course, and soon the surrounding darkness was shifted by a blue aura into a dungeon-esque dining room.

Though, they were clearly not in a dungeon, judging by the windows. This all looked very medieval, with the long table and the chair at the end. The walls donned with torches, pillars, and banners, the ultimate decorated with the same emblem. The Gear was about to curse, but he saw Star morphing into someone new, completely different. We were fooled, she said, making her way over to the chair at the end. She waited for them to do something, and All Might did. Out of all the names in this city, that's probably the weirdest. Still, his words were fruitless, as someone just temporarily disabled the girl's magic. The green man, who Baird elected to name Greeny for convenience, tossed his gun to one of their teammates before throwing a chair at the girl.

Damon? He dived out of the way of, well, everyone. He didn't want to be caught in any crossfire should she fight back. He lifted his Boltok, quickly snapped his aim at the girl, and fired. She just killed Leo without care from the looks of it, so as far as he's concerned, she's going to kill them too. Sure, they can't interrogate her if she's dead, but this castle probably has something of use. Besides, after the others attacking, chances of diplomacy are kinda low. Might as well help one plan succeed.
 
Mabel, as she was called, simply chuckled lightly in response to All Might’s question, as if the idea alone was absurd enough to garner such a response from the temptress. “Oh, my dear All Might, you simply expect too much from a lady such as myself.” Mabel chuckled and wove a hand up into the air, causing All Might to be lifted up and shoved aside with relative ease. “Do excuse my rather ill-mannered tendencies, but I’m afraid that we are somewhat transitory on time.” Mabel said, her grin never faltering even as Ultimate 4 revealed themselves. For, as soon as she did so, they’d find themselves suddenly shot right in the chest by… a cane?!

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“Thank God that’s over. If I had to portray that brat for another second then I think I might’ve lost it…” The orange haired thief muttered as he appeared to take the place of “Star’s” ally, Marco Diaz. Mabel would only shoot him a quick glare in response, though nothing more. Truthfully, her power was weaker in this realm than it was in other’s. She didn’t know why, but holding two forms at once, while once a mere party trick in her skill set, was now something that took quite some power to muster.


The chair made it little over halfway across the table, with Mabel seemingly catching it midair with her telekinesis almost effortlessly before flinging it back towards Doomguy and letting out another chuckle.

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“Please refrain from tossing around the furniture so carelessly. Our friend Toffee paid good money for it, after all~” Mabel chimes while staring on at the rest of the group.

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Marie began listening to the much closer conversation as the subject of herself came up. Based on what her subconscious mind was telling her, Ben had been bragging about himself before he remembered that she existed. How... humble of him. Other than this egotistical side, he still seemed like a cool guy. She still had not a clue on how old he was, though. Then, he asked if she wanted to be put down. "N...no, I'm fine up here," she said. In truth, being on top of a human was really kind of cool, and she didn't want to give that up just yet.

Then, the room seemed to disassemble itself, starting from the door and eventually encompassing the entirety of existence. Her first thought was the Octarians. They have a thing with floating platforms, and this would be nothing more than a simple deception concocted by DJ Octavio. But Marie remembered the mission at hand. This must've been a trap set by Toffee. Split up the group, and ambush them with mercenaries at both locations. She wondered how the group who left for the industrial district were faring.

After the room reassembled as a pretty cliche villain's hideout, Star revealed herself to be someone else, named Mabel. That name seemed oxymoronic to her nature somehow. Then again, who would expect the leader of the Octarians to be a DJ? Doomguy and Ultima were the first to attack, though they seemed weighed down by something. Odd. Their attacks didn't exactly land, as Marco revealed himself to be in cahoots with Mabel as someone else. The group was in a particularly sticky spot by now.

After waiting for the two to reveal their aces, Marie judged that now would be a good time to test that new technique she discovered back at Libra HQ. She tried, but suddenly she realized why Doomguy and Ultima struggled so much. Her every move seemed weighed down somehow. Possibly another of Mabel's aces. For the moment, Marie did nothing, as she didn't want to become Mabel's next target. However, her mind was racing, trying to identify where the deception was hidden.

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    A ticket was bought from the homeless person and proceeded to walk over to the arena as he thought to himself "These tickets better not be false otherwise I'm coming back to beating this person to death with whatever I have"

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    The data miner then walked towards the arena and attempted to get some sort of view of whatever was going on which was actually some sort of fight "Now that is actually what I never expected to se-" Rhys talked to himself before gathering a bit of a flashback on when he also was on the same position as the others and chopping a damn skag in half with the sword of some sort of alien-human-ish guy and actually get soaked with blood which seemed to disgust him at some point, but that's a story for later.
    "What a nice time to be alive....... at least.." said the business man before having to start witnessing the on-going fight    ​


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As Holly fired off her first shot the gladiator had a quick enough reaction time to block it with his shield, deflecting the shot into the stands hitting some poor spectator. However, that impaired his sight enough in order for him to lose Holly when she rolled and shielded, so with the element of surprise, she managed to land a direct hit on the man's temple... which didn't even leave a mark. But before he had time to retaliate Senor Pink suplexed him into the ground, the gladiator was quiet for a bit before just standing up like nothing happened. He kicks Senor Pink with enough force for him to be launched towards the nearest wall, the strength of the impact would have been enough to make a dent into the marble walls.
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As he was going to proceed to deal with Holly the new arrivals to the arena grabbed his attention. He specifically saw Emile and Jerome and anger paired with a healthy amount of killing intent could be felt emanating from his body. He lifted his spear towards them before challenging them; "You dare to show yourselves here after you failed Toffee? I knew dirty sellswords like you wouldn't be able to do anything but bring disappointment. But I see you have come here to pay for your mistakes with your lives and your accomplices decided to join in as well, I'll make it a special occasion then, release the Nemean lion!". At his orders, a door opens into the arena where a man-sized golden lion appears, glaring at the newcomers before jumping at them.
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For Rohan on the other hand, as he made his way down the corridor as soon as he passed by the blue rune wall he was sucked in. And as he looked around he could see was now in the stands of the arena. Along with not having to fight, he had a pretty nice view on the fight below, but scanning the stands he could see what looked a control room guarded by two grunts.
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All Might
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Location - I Don't Even Know Anymore | With - The Outskirts Group | Condition - A bit bruised, and not just in the ego

All Might felt himself being lifted into the air before being sent flying backwards across the room. He let out a grunt through gritted teeth as his back struck against the wall, knocking the wind out of him. Even so, he’d taken much harder blows than that in his life, and once her telekinetic hold on him released, he managed to stay somewhat on his feet for now.

He glared across the room at the girl just in time to spot Ultima revealing themselves behind Mabel. A wave of panic stuck All Might suddenly. What was that kid thinking? How could they even hope to neutralize their foe’s abilities when their very nature was still a mystery? This kid was liable to get themselves—

All Might’s eyes widened when he heard the gunshot, watching as the bullet struck true right in the chest. In that moment, he could almost hear All For One’s sinister voice nagging at him in the back of his head. If you still had One For All, you’d have been fast enough to save that child, wouldn’t you?

He shook the image of his arch nemesis from his head. He knew that, dammit! But there was nothing to be done about it now. He only wished the others would take a moment to gather some information on their foe before jumping headlong into attacking them. Maybe then, that kid wouldn’t be…

So far, she seemed to have some kind of telekinesis, as well as illusory abilities. A psychic archetype, then? Those were hard to deal with, even back when he was at full strength. Of course, who knew what else she could do. Perhaps he should just wait and observe for now before going to bang his head into that particular wall a second time. After all, his comrades were doing enough of that on their own.

( thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore , the @OutskirtsGroup)​
 
Yuuki Yoshida
Outskirts: Warehouse
- Slightly Annoyed -

"Even in this place, Stand users are drawn to other Stand users..." The corner of his lip contorted into an ominous smirk.
"Oh, yeah. You weren't too subtle, either. You and that other dude--the guy with the weird earrings--you were both staring at my Pistols the whole way here, weren't you? And you still didn't notice them spyin' on ya anyway. Having a Stand is pretty handy on its own, but having six of them..." The Stand user chuckled, before his expression hardened once more.
"... Basically means you got eyes on everything and everyone, 24/7."

Yuuki didn't even flinch, it wasn't surprising that Mista's Sex Pistols had caught him stealing glances at them. "I've never seen a Stand with more than one body before. It's honestly interesting watching them work the way they do."
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"In 1988, a group of Stand users led by Joseph Joestar traveled to Egypt to kill a man named DIO. Judging by that uniform, you're somewhere from around that time. And wanting to see my forehead... That's gotta have something to do with those flesh bud things, right? What I'm getting at here is that all this seems to imply that you were involved in those events. Except..."
Mista paused, unrolling the cylinder of his revolver as he jerked his head forwards, letting bullets rain down from within the impossibly small space inside his beanie and into the ammunition chambers like a sleight of hand trick.

Yuuki squinted his eyes as Mista essentially summed up his entire journey with Mr. Joestar and the others. He wasn't sure where the Italian was going with this. Did Mista think he could intimidate him if he knew all about what happened that day? As far as Yuuki was concerned, the fact that he knew all about what happened back in 1988 was only proof that he was one of DIO's followers, still loyal to him even after his death. But then he said something Yuuki wasn't expecting...

"... Polnareff never mentioned a seventh Stand user."

On the outside, Yuuki looked just the same as he had a minute ago, but on the inside, he was actually a little surprised. Had this guy actually met Polnareff? And now that Yuuki had thought about it, why had he said 1988 specifically? It had only happened about a year ago, why hadn't he just said last year? Overthinking this situation was just giving this asshole time to think up a plan, for now, Yuuki would have to focus on getting a straight answer.

"Do honestly think I'm intimidated by you? I've gone up against Stand users that could control your body, kill you in your dreams, a Stand that could erase anything it touched. I was even able to hold my own against DIO, if only for a little while."

An ominous, purple smoke began to waft out of Yuuki's jar Stand, a smoke that only Stand users could see and then quickly began to envelop both Yuuki and Mista inside. "I asked you to do one simple thing for me, and you couldn't even do that. And now, I'm starting to think that you might be my enemy." If Mista tried to run out of the purple haze that Yuuki had made, he'd find that he could barely move at all, let alone escape the cloud of smoke.

"Deep Purple, I've solidified the air around you."

If you had suspected that I might be a Stand user, you shouldn't have let me get this close to you..." The immediate space around Mista that Deep Purple had covered had become unpassable, only allowing Mista to move ever so slightly. "My Stand has a very close range, it can barely move more than a foot or two away from me. But once I get close to an enemy, I can restrict their movements and do as I please with them."

Yuuki wasn't a dumb kid, but when it came to science he was usually better off with someone helping him. For the first few days, Yuuki had next to no clue as to how he could use his Stand. But after Yuuki had been traveling with the Joestar group for a while, the others had given him good ideas on how he could use his Deep Purple. One such way was that by manipulating the air pressure, Deep Purple could solidify air and trap people and Stands alike.

"Now, I'm going to ask you some questions. First off, what do you know about DI- Ohhhh..."

As Yuuki was talking, he found that his body was growing heavy and that he was losing his control over Deep Purple. Dropping down to one knee, the smoke and the jar that he had summoned disappeared, freeing Mista from his air cage. "What... Did you do..?" Yuuki struggled to ask.

Suddenly, the warehouse that they had been investigating turned into a dark void and then into a sinister castle. As Yuuki slowly began to feel better, he saw that the one they had known as Star had transformed as well, into someone that looked equally creepy.

As Yuuki stood up, All Might had asked her a question, trying to get her to explain her plan. But before that could even happen, all hell had broken loose when that robot snuck up on her, only to have been shot a second later by who they previously knew to be Marco. As that was going on, the Doom Marine had thrown a pistol to the recently freed Mista and then proceeded to throw a chair at Mabel, only for it to fly back and hit him a second later.

Yuuki sighed and mumbled under his breath as Mabel and her partner seemed to have the advantage in this situation.​

"I should've stayed at headquarters and made a pizza..."

[ thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore Haz. Haz. ]​
 
As Senor Pink called out what he was going to do, unexpectedly Antaeus was ready, as soon as he dived out of the floor the half-giant headbutted him, not taking any damage from it obviously and canceling out his momentum. As his head jolts back from the shock of the impact he sees Holly in the air, he then uppercuts the man-baby in the air aiming it towards her, if it missed, however, he would just land in the spectator stands. Fortunately, the difficult maneuver took his attention long enough in order for Emily's mesmerize to land once more.

That allowed for people to maneuver around him and for Sophitia to move in closer and raise her shield in anticipation. But it also allowed for Jak's dark energy to hit straight on, which of course didn't damage but it awoke him. As he came to back to reality he realized the position of the shield in front of him and a smirk appeared on his face. "Do you think your pathetic attempt to protect yourself will work against my strength? Hmmpft, useless." He said as he punched the shield releasing a soundwave that resounded through the entire arena and digging the Athenian feet deeper into the ground by a few inches.

"Did you hear me, you wretched mortal? Useless," as he striked again, the intensity of his attacks began to increase and his berating also increased, "Useless! Useless! Useless!" could be heard with every strike from the onslaught of his punch barrage. Her attempt to take his attention worked but from the force he was exerting it was clear that it wouldn't last for very long, either her legs broke or her shield did.

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    "My Stand has a very close range, it can barely move more than a foot or two away from me. But once I get close to an enemy, I can restrict their movements and do as I please with them."
    Mista paused, his expression softening as he glanced at the purple haze that enveloped him. It was truly a powerful Stand, he was willing to admit that much. The ability to manipulate the air itself would've otherwise caused him to question his odds at victory, yet Mista instead felt as though he'd overestimated Yuuki.
    "... Y'know, your Stand reminds me of one of my friends'. Shame you ain't half as bright as him, though." He scoffed, cracking an ominous grin. His black eyes wandered off from their target, instead laying upon several objects suspended in mid-air behind the high-schooler.
    "Five feet behind ya is No.1. Six feet - No.2. Seven - No.3. Et cetera, et cetera. The moment ya even breathe wrong, my Pistols are gonna drill holes in your brain from every single angle like a Vitruvian man made'a bullet holes." The gunslinger's expression returned to its carefree self, though he remained as threatening as ever in his tone of voice.
    "Like those cowboys used to say in old westerns, let's see who's faster on the draw." Even without the crippling air pressure created by Deep Purple, to say that the atmosphere between Mista and Yuuki was merely intense is to be a comedian. It was like a skinny-dip in the Mariana trench, and yet neither of the two Stand users broke their stoic facades.
    "Uno..."
    "Dos..."
    "Tres..."
    Before their contest of wits could be put to an end, however, a crushing weight caused the duo to collapse to their knees. Had Yuuki outwitted him? His Pistols would've unleashed their hailstorms upon the high-schooler had he not muttered a faint "What... Did you do..?", causing the gunslinger to quickly realize that whatever was happening wasn't the doing of either of them. In fact, everyone in the entire room quickly fell under the same, enormous force pressure.
    Then... the perpetrator finally revealed themselves. The young girl who'd previously chucked a rainbow bomb at them effortlessly picked up Leo by the throat and threw him into the dark sludge, from which he didn't reemerge. A tingle of unease ran down Mista's spine as he tried to take aim, only to be overcome with more weight as a result. Before he could even react, however, the gloomy, black room took on a new form. An eerie dining room with various, gothic decorations and dimly-lit candles. With this, the little girl transformed in much the same way, taking on the appearance of a regal-looking woman in her early 20s.
    “You’ve been fooled~”
    Mista quickly scampered to his feet, pulling down the hammer of his revolver as he took aim. The invisible robot reemerged from hiding behind the woman, though a strange dread overwhelmed him as an orange-haired man quickly appeared behind the machine, raising what appeared to be his walking cane like a rifle.
    "Pistols! Block it!" Mista cried, though it was far too late. A gunshot rang out through the halls before any of the Pistols could even make a move. His other allies weren't very luck, either. The wise old skeleton man--whatever he was--was flung like a tennis ball by an invisible force, crashing against the wall, though fortunately withstanding the attack despite his physique.
    Next, came the marine. Though Mist expected him to blindly rush in without a care for his allies, the armored soldier grabbed his futuristic gun and instead...
    Threw it at him.
    The mafioso nodded in understanding. A rush of confidence filled his mind as he powered through his dread and quickly caught the energy weapon from out of mid-air, spinning around it his finger before taking aim.
    "Oi, lady! Just remember: if you weren't such a sore pain in the ass, I'd probably have taken you out for dinner!"
    Planting the slides of the two firearms against one another, Mista first fired a charged shot from his new weapon, blasting the chair that the woman flung at the marine into scraps of wood, before unleashing a hailstorm of energy beams and bullets upon the two antagonists with lightning-fast trigger squeezes.
    The Pistols quickly followed suit, sending the projectiles spiraling around the energy columns like vortexes, accompanied by their signature cries of...
    "YEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAH!"

 
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As the lion continued it's pounce Wes and Kazumi easily managed to dodge out of the way safely. On the other hand for the people who decided that they could easily kill the beast and stood the ground their successes were varied. As Thel swung his blade towards the underbelly of the beast he could feel his blade unnaturally repel against the beast's belly and it could have gotten very dangerous if Umbra wasn't there as well. As the beast came crashing down the blade of the warframe managed to penetrate it's hide, as it penetrated deeper into the guts of the beast, revealing its innards it finally let out a guttural roar of defeat before falling dead.

On the other side of the battle Emily's attempt at mesmerizing the warrior worked perfectly, the man was left confused looking at the visage letting her easily land a hit between the plates of his armor. However not only did it not damage the warrior, but it didn't even manage to wake him up from the spell. What did wake him up from the trance was the guttural cry of the lion. At the sound, he immediately turned towards the beast with a worried expression, the realization that the beast was dead hit him so had that he fell on his knees, dropping his weapons and grasping his head in terror.

"No no no no no, how did they manage to follow me to this world, why are they so intent on torturing me that they would follow me to another reality..." the man said with a clear tremble in his voice. He looked up towards warframe before his expression of anguish turned into a maniacal laughter. He stood up and unstrapped his chest piece which dropped on the ground making a small crater around it.

"Is this it? The famous punishment your heroes received for their hubris? If the Olympians in their wicked judgment would send their progeny to another world to torture me then so be it. I, Antaeus son of Gaia and bastard of Poseidon shall show the gods what I think of them by ripping every single one of your craniums out and start another shrine to my mother who they so hate as the mother of the Titans. Come and give me my punishment" He said awaiting their next move.

Some of the spectators realizing what was about to go down begun leaving the arena, others began cheering even harder. The guards guarding the control room took the way of the former and abandoned their posts preferring to miss out on the fight.

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As the lion fell to his blade, but not to the others, the Warframe glanced at his weapon, then back to the lion. Something about his weapon was different from the others, some criteria he met that they did not. Was it his accursed immortality? Maybe the fact he was no longer human? Not quite man, not quite beast...He had heard tales from Earth about beings who could not be beaten by normal means, by man or woman, human or beast, on earth or sky.

Those stories always came with loopholes. He was surprised at how easily he had felled the Lion, and now this man stood forth, challenging him with such confidence it made the Frame curious. If he'd killed the lion with such ease, why would this man think he could kill Umbra? Clearly, the rules were different for this man. Drawing the edge of his blade along his hand, he cleans the blood from it, before sliding the blade back into its sheath.
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"Good call," Ciaran complemented, for it was Umbra's quick thinking that killed the lion. Honestly, if she hadn't been so preoccupied trying to figure out a way out of this mess, it would have been a much worse situation for a lot more of them. When the armored man started talking about punishments, and spouting mythical names, the girl tuned in. If he was to be believed, then they weren't going up against any normal human. Then one of their teammates said something about their opponent being invulnerable on the ground. "If that's the case, then someone needs to hold him up while everyone else fights him." She didn't expect Umbra to be able to do this, and instead was hoping someone else would take the lead. But knowing her warframe, he'd probably jump into action...

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He then slowly raises a hand, beckoning for his foe to approach, before returning to the hilt of his weapon. 'Just get him in the air?' he asks, hearing her thoughts as he draws his Nikana, his other hand grabbing the hilt of his Exalted blade as he ignites it in his other hand, now wielding both his swords simultaneously as he rushes toward his foe 'If I can help get him there, you can do the rest, right?' he asks, bringing to mind the time she had helped him to finally wound Ballas.

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

    As people went in for the attack, the girl was able to deflect it all. Turns out the robot that got shot didn't disable her powers. His own shot must have missed, and other persisted still. He realized it was futile, lowering his Boltok. "Stop fighting, dammit! She has control here! You'll get us all killed faster," he yelled to the others, hoping they'll listen. It's a rare moment in Baird's life when he can solve a problem without shooting it, and today is probably one of those days. Unless they can find a way to ACTUALLY null her powers, they are in a rut. Guns do nothing, they've observed, and dying guns blazing isn't very helpful. Damon himself stayed where he was, watching them do their thing and likely get killed.
 
Ben Tennyson
Status: Alive/Healthy/Bruised

Ben nodded as Marie replied with a soft "No." He was about to greet Ultima and brag about some of his aliens like usual when.. The room started morphing and changing drastically. They were suddenly in a fancy dining room. In it was a long table surrounded by nice chairs. "I don't like this already.." Ben murmured when Star walked out to reveal her true form. Mabel, in her real form, was pretty hot, but it was crystal clear she wasn't on our side when Leo was strangled. The seductress sat down at the end of the table, looking at the group with a smirk. While Ultima made his attack and All Might talked to the woman, Ben was debating which alien to pick. The teenager quickly chose Eatle, when he remembered Marie was on his shoulders. He noticed her trying to do some attack, but it didn't work as well as expected due to the intense gravity. "Hey, Marie? You're no longer on a human, you're on a.. Whatever Eatle is!" the hero called out as he turned into Eatle, running forward. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped as Ultima was shot in the chest. Although Eatle didn't know robots, he was pretty sure that was him dying before his eyes. "Ultima!" The alien called out, filled with shock. He sprinted forward and took bites out of the chairs and shooting a laser beam directly at Mabel's partner, the orange-haired man. "See how you like it!"
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Marie - healthy

And suddenly, Ben was transforming again, into the giant beetle from earlier. Surprisingly, the transformation didn't throw Marie off his back, instead it placed her more on his back, like a horsebarider. He charged when he saw Ultima take a hit, which worried Marie immensely. Already the group was taking casualties! However, Ben's reckless charging closed the distance between Mabel and herself, so she did what she needed to do, and tried firing another pellet of ink towards Mabel. She couldn't tell immediately if it actually worked, or if she missed the mark again.

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Before Antaeus could try anything to stop the Arbiter from grabbing him, Jerome put on a burst of speed, having been on the outskirts for too long in this fight. Activating his suit's EVA thrusters, he executed a Spartan Charge into a grab, holding Antaeus at his lower back, right where he couldn't reach the equally tall Spartan.

"NOW! GET HIM NOW!"

He roared out of his suit as his thrusters flared up, his armor groaned and he felt tendons pop as he held the massive warrior in the air.

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[Thel 'Vadam]
{Money: 200$}
{Status: Healthy, undamaged}
{Equipment/Items: SRS99D-S2 AM, Type-1 Energy Sword, Type-51 Carbine, Type-25 DEP, Silent Alarm}
{Armor/Clothing: Armor of the Arbiter}
{Abilities: Active Camo}
{Interactions/Mentions: June Verles June Verles Sleek Sleek @IndustrialCrew} ​

As he tried to lift Antaeus up, he quickly realized he lost his natural strength. How was it possible to take strength away from an organic being when he got that naturally from years of manual labor and time in the military? That doesn't matter now, though, as Antaeus was probably about to turn around and end Thel's life. That is, until one of the SPARTANs, Jerome, boosted towards their opponent, lifting him off the ground after he got close enough. "NOW! GET HIM NOW!" he yelled, and the Sangheili did not disappoint. He grabbed his Carbine and began unloading into Antaeus.
 
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