Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

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  • The chair made it half way before being seized by an invisible force and sent spinning back at me. I didn't move, my eyes tracing its trajectory. Fingers curled as it grew bigger. My face scrunched when I realized the chair was barreling towards my head. It exploded into splinters before I could grab it, however. Thanks Mista.

    "Please do refrain from tossing around furniture. Our friend Toffee paid good money for it, after all."

    I straightened up to tower over her. My hands balled up into fists. Eyes trained to send a glare. Telekinesis. Was that what was weighing us down earlier? Was that why I couldn't save Leo? A gun roared and I glanced at the weapon that made it.

    Ultima was attacked by Marco firing a projectile from a walking cane. He was consumed by the same blue aura. A orange-haired man wearing a red lined, white suit took his place. Annoyance was etched onto his expression.

    "Thank God that’s over. If I had to portray that brat for another second then I think I might’ve lost it…" The man I nicknamed AO, Annoying Orange, muttered. Great, they're multiplying. I raised an eyebrow when that brat was said. Strange word choice, but I couldn't dwell on it. Focus on fighting these two first.

    I anchored myself against the urge to rush headlong. In this world I was weak. That was proven by two armored idiots matching me blow for blow. It was suicidal to go against a magic user and seemingly a more physical-based fighter. Some others, however, already charged in. Ben had transformed into Etale after I thought I heard a nut busting somewhere. He ate a chair and spat out a beam towards AO. Marie fired... I did a double take. She was shooting ink pellets at the woman. Ink pellets. Never knew one could fire such a projectile. An image of me shooting ink at an Imp flashed in my mind. It drowned in the liquid, a hand reaching for the sky as it was submerged. I cracked a smile at that. Mista yelled out that he would have taken the woman out for dinner if she wasn't a sore pain in the ass after he fired. Teenagers and their hormones.

    However, none would hit despite the barrage. The woman was simply too powerful if her magic was what I thought it was. The other man was an unknown, his only known ability was shooting from a cane.

    "Stop fighting, damnit! She has control here! You'll get us all killed faster!" Baird shouted. I gritted myself. I already figured that out, but he was right nonetheless. Doubt crept onto my shoulders. For the first time in eons I feared this was a fight I could not win. This would require talk.

    "You've attacked Leo, but only acted in self-defense against our attacks. Care to tell us or are you going to tell me to piss off in your own way?" I gestured with my hands in bastardized sign language. All I had to go on was vague memories so no it was probably crude, rude, and no doubt said a lot of things that came off as something else. Given her attitude though, she wasn't a prude.





 
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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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Ultima 4 stumbled forwards as they got blasted with a mass of shotgun pellets, Torchwick had seemed to already assumed victory and let there guard down, thinking Ultima was practically dead... this was wrong. Funny thing, while Ultima was handling the main target that was being shot at, they'd assumed ballistic protection, meaning... bullet weren't effective against them. The pellets pelted Ultima with a cascade of sound but didn't penetrate and they bounced off of the specialized armor like BB's. Ultima 4 took immediate opportunity of this, and punished Roman for his arrogance. Ultima quickly retaliated, counter attacking by whipping around and grabbing the man's hand, the heavy mechanical grip closing with a solidarity and light crunch. They then yanked and pulled him forwards and palm struck forwards, their hand plate clicking open as they did so. As soon as the strike landed magic erupted from the vent bursting forth in a sudden explosive blast of pure combustive flames spewing forwards and swallowing Torchwick entirely in the harsh flames, that held lethal intention. This all happened in seconds, and the two cocky villains assumed they'd won; this gave Ultima a perfect opening to make them regret it... but this large attack left them stunned and in a recovery period, as they'd just spewed out a deadly torrent of flames that measured in at 1000 Degrees Celsius for a good few, lethal, moments as the heat reached the temperature of a roaring bonfire.

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    The beast roared as a large blast of Dark Eco was created in the Darkened form of Jak's hands while Senor Pink seemed to be knocked down. His eco blast at first had no effect but Jerome, the fully armed SPARTAN lifted Antaeus off the ground and everyone seemed to be unloading everything they had at the greek annoyance

    "NOW, DO IT NOW!" Jerome called as the eco warrior threw all the dark eco he could at the greek.

    Dark Jak stepped back a distance and aimed the Dark Eco blast at Antaeus, hoping that his attacks would finally burn the greek.

    While peppering the greek with eco attacks, he stepped back, letting the others around him get in their attacks and then switched it up.

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  • Woods had no time to react before the group was suddenly... ambushed?!?! Their surroundings formed itself into some sort of dining hall before Star revealed herself to not be herself, and her companion shot the cloaking robot with a cane- all while tossing a chair back to one of the green tin heads on his team with just some kind of psychic power. Shockingly enough, the guy stopped his barrage as soon as another, less-armored man called for a cease-fire. Unfortunately enough, the transforming kid, the squid girl on his shoulder, a trigger-happy teen, and the dumbass robot kept going after the woman even though she obviously wasn't the perpetrator in the first place- everyone else had jumped to their dumbass conclusions. He had no clue whether or not it was too late to see what the bitch wanted- after all, too many folks was going after her all at once- but considering the tin man and armored guy had stopped shooting, he held his fire too.

    "God damn it..!" He growled in frustration at the split decisions of the "team". God, Shilo would be very helpful at this point due to their already-familiar "synergy" with each other- he had no clue if she followed at all, so he figured he was on his own. However, he began making his way backwards through the chaos, choosing to retreat behind one of the pillars in front of Not-Star and opening the side chamber for his M320 underbarrel launcher. He slammed a 40mm HE round in, letting the chamber close with a satisfying "CLINK" before crouching down in his cover and aiming it at the chandelier that happened to be above not-Star at the time being- at least, so it seemed to him.

    The only issue was that he didn't wish to fire just yet. Especially with the idiots bull-rushing her like that would help at all; instead, he held his fire. If she stopped the others, maybe he'd come out and try to see what the hell she wanted- after all, she didn't outright kill them like she apparently did to that Leo figure and had waited for them to make a move. But if she kept fighting, he wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger on his GL and drop the lights on top of his potential enemy.
 
Vonyish was left without an explanation, and reasonably so since it seemed they were in the middle of something intense. But he wasn't slow, so he rose his right arm and started to fire the Bolter, whilst charging forwards with his Power Sword starting to emit flames, "FOR THE EMPEROR!" Vonyish cried the basic war cry of the Imperium.

Mid charge he jumped onto an elevated rock and used it as a boost to reach the half giant, he put his sword out to the side and sliced it across it's chest. Vonyish landed on the ground a couple meters from where Antaeus and Jerome were, looking back to see if his strike did anything.

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“Perhaps we could take a raincheck on that dinner. Tell me, do you prefer your tea with two cups of sugar or three?” Mabel asked Mista with a gleam in her eye as she casually used her telekinesis to block out the various bullets and beams that came her way, though due to her power being weakened in this realm, Roman didn’t fare so lucky as a single beam hit him in the shoulder while he managed to evade the bullets by blocking them with his cane, aside from one which grazed the side of his jacket.


“Gah!” He shouted as he was struck before retaliating with several shots towards Mista with his cane, only to block off Eatle’s various beams using the power of his seemingly highly durable cane. “You kids never learn…” Roman replied with a small smirk before tipping his hat and firing several more shots in Eatle’s direction.


The ink that Marie fired towards Mabel was avoided with not a sidestep, but a twirl, like that of a ballerina or a performer in general. Mabel proceeded to let out a chuckle in response to the, as far as Mabel was concerned, childish attack as she waved her hand once and sent Marie flying off Ben’s back while the ink decorated the wall behind her. “Shame… if I had known we were having a paintball battle, I would have brought my weapon from home.” Mabel chimed as she twirled her head to glance at the wall behind her. Grinning continuously, she would tap her index finger against her chin for a short moment while letting out a him in content. “Pink really suits this room though, don’t you agree, pet?” Mabel asked as her eyes glanced over to the thief with almost murderous intent disguised behind them.


“Meh. I think that some red paint would compliment it quite nicely.” Roman replied with a devilish smirk before raising his weapon once more, this time firing towards Yuuki as he stood there in his crosshairs.


“I couldn’t agree more~” Mabel said with a smile as she immediately took notice of Frank and Marcus trying to prepare their attacks behind two sets of pillars. “Now now… playing hide and seek is quite ill-mannered at the dinner table, boys~” Mabel hummed as she casually flicked her wrist forward, sending the pillars crashing down on top of the two if they didn’t move in time!

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All Might
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Location - Mabel's Dining Hall | With - The Outskirts Group | Condition - Bruised

All Might watched with no shortage of chagrin as various members of the group continued their useless assault on the girl. While he admired their tenacity, all this was really doing was wasting ammo and getting them tossed around. Though he did notice that the young man with Mabel managed to get hit by one of that Ben boy’s beams. He furrowed his brow slightly. Perhaps their all-out assault was not so foolish after all. At the very least, it yielded information.

From what he could tell, this girl couldn’t simply create a psychic barrier around herself to repel incoming projectiles, she had to consciously focus on each one in order to affect it. That meant overwhelming her or distracting her would be the only real way to make any headway. The group was nowhere near coordinated enough to make a unified assault, so using overwhelming force seemed out of the question. That left distracting her, but he was still nursing a sore spot on his back from the last time he’d tried that. Perhaps he'd approached it the wrong way that time? Dammit, he only wished he’d known about Ultima 4’s stealth abilities sooner! He could have made a plan with that!

“Think, dammit! Think!” he grumbled to himself under his breath. There had to be something he could do to distract her, for just long enough that someone could get a clean shot in or get close enough to knock her out.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. He had one tiny advantage that he hadn’t really thought of before: no one here had the faintest idea who he was. They didn’t know him as the Symbol of Peace like his world did. He was just some skinny guy in a superhero costume as far as anyone here knew. They didn’t know his principals, they didn’t know his morals… and most importantly, they didn’t know his fake villain persona he used to train his students.

If anyone cared to look back at him in that moment, they’d find that the once rail-thin man had bulked up in an instant, taking on his heroic appearance he’d had in his prime.

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“Such foolish children indeed! Honestly, I’m starting to tire of their inane antics!” All Might bellowed out over the crowd, starting towards Mabel once more at a casual pace. “All this flailing about, and what have they managed to accomplish? Nothing! It’s clear to me now that my power would be better suited on the winning team!”

All Might wasn’t sure how well he could convince Mabel of this apparent heel-turn, but he told himself it didn’t matter. So long as he held her full attention for a moment, just long enough to give someone a clear shot. Of course, he also silently hoped that none of his own team would be so convinced by his act as to shoot him in the back for going over to the other side. Even so, he remained committed to the bit, offering a hand to the girl as he approached her.

“Let me join you and I’ll personally paint this room red.”

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Antaeus was clearly enthralled with pummeling the athenian's shield that he was too busy to notice when Arbiter attempted to lift him, attempting to lift the half-giant with his now reduced strength would be barely noticeable to him anyways. However, a spartan using his thrusters is a different story and that paired with the shock from the electrified blade results with him not having enough time to react before he was already a few feet in the air. He still manages to escape the hold, as expected of a well-versed wrestler.

However by that time he only made himself a clearer target, as now everyone had a clear shot and didn't have to worry about hitting Jerome. That resulted with a lot of hits landing on him, first his shoulder being peppered by shots from the carbine, his chest being cleanly opened by the space marines power sword and finally him being planted in the roof by Dark Jak's projectile. After a few seconds, his mangled body lands smack in the middle of the arena obliterating the yellow pillar he was sitting on at the beginning.

The battle seems won before a maniacal laugh resounds the arena, Antaeus slowly gets up as his body begins to regenerate, the massive gaping wound around his chest and shoulder now almost completely healed; "Hahaha, that was a cute tactic but you should've aimed for the head. But I must congratulate you, I haven't felt this much pain since I got my spine broken." As he dusts the dust from the yellow pillar off himself before looking at it confused and then worried. He then turns around towards the walls of the arena where two more gates have been opened.

"Σκατά, σκατά, σκατά. You, ΑΝΑΣΕΙΣΙΦΑΛΛΟΣ" he says addressing Sophitia" Take your friends and get the fuck out of here unless you want to visit the Styx, I won't follow you and this place will be gone under rubble in a few minutes anyway, the Λερναῖα Ὕδρα is coming." He says as he immediately runs through the bigger gate leaving you behind.

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    Sex Pistols quickly rushed to Mista's side, effortlessly deflecting Roman's projectiles and kicking them back to him. The gangster swiftly spun around to face the thief, unleashing a volley of energy blasts, punctuated by a charged shot to the ceiling above him as a method of overwhelming him.
    “Perhaps we could take a raincheck on that dinner. Tell me, do you prefer your tea with two cups of sugar or three?”
    Mista quickly snapped open the cylinder, dropping an additional six bullets from his beanie into the revolver's chambers before shutting it and turning to face Mabel.
    "Two squared is four. I'll take three."
    The moment he took aim, however, someone else stepped forth, creating a brief ceasefire.
    All Might came forward, bragging about how he didn't deserve to be on the "losing" team. The gangster scowled in aggravation, quickly setting his sights on the superhero. Despite this, he didn't fire. Something felt off to him about the Symbol of Peace's behavior. If he was actually switching sides, he would've first tried to prove his worth by attacking one of his teammates while they were still unaware, right?
    After moments of pondering, Mista paused, a realization coming to light. Whether All Might was actually betraying them or not didn't matter--he opened up a window of opportunity, allowing the Italian to take Mabel by surprise now that she was distracted.
    Without moving a muscle, the gunman telepathically commanded No.7, leading him behind the pillars and sneaking him around the room to evade Mabel and Roman's line of sight in order to recover one of the bullets Mista had fired moments prior. Now armed, the Pistol took aim and soccer-kicked the projectile across the dining table and towards Mabel at blinding speed.
    Though, in the back of his mind, the sniper knew his plan was a huge gamble on whether or not Mabel was even aware of it considering Ultima's previous attempt at a sneak attack, he remained confident regardless, shrugging aside his doubts and merely preparing for the shitstorm that was about to occur, whether it favored him or not.

 
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  • Most of the attacked didn't even come close to hitting the woman and AO. The woman twirled about, dodging every attack or throwing off the bullets through her telekinesis. Why she didn't throw them back though? Heh, perhaps that can be exploited. Ao, meanwhile, used his cane to absorb and redirect almost every projectile while firing back. However, a beam from the UAC pistol did penetrate AO's shoulder which left a black spot on the suit he wore. I cracked a smile. The gamble paid off. Now I knew the woman couldn't protect her ally. So far the man had only displayed physical might. The cane might be a problem, but in a straight up brawl? Let the stronger man win.

    Annoyance crawled up my spine when the woman and AO didn't acknowledged me. So ignoring me was your way of telling me to piss off huh? I looked at the dining table, a grin widening from cheek to cheek. Would be really awful if all the nice furniture brought by your friend Toffee got broke.

    "Such foolish children indeed! Honestly, I’m starting to tire of their inane antics!” A voice bombed. I glanced back to see All Might had been replaced by a muscled man that looked as if the previously rail-thin man had bulked up to Hell Knight level of muscle in an instant. Was that All Might?“All this flailing about, and what have they managed to accomplish? Nothing! It’s clear to me now that my power would be better suited on the winning team!”

    I gripped the sides of my helmet when he began walking towards the two, hand extended.

    “Let me join you and I’ll personally paint this room red.”

    Images flashed before my eyes. That blasted traitor leading a Hell Priest through hollowed. Demons dragging the wraiths into Hell. The Night Sentinels fighting against a unending swarm, each of my friends dying cold and alone. Their sacrifice meaningless.

    Before All Might made it halfway to them, I rushed. I hooked my arms around All Might's hips and hefted. Rage feed muscle as I repositioned my hands to support his weight as I lifted him over my head.

    "ARRRGH!" I screamed as I chucked All Might at the two foes.



 
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  • Woods nearly felt that he didn’t get a moment’s opportunity to react to the pillar beginning to collapse inwards onto itself. The instant before his cover looked like it would squash him, the Marine dove out of the way, practically dolphin-diving onto the ground. However, he quickly recovered from such a drop, immediately firing his underslung M320 at the chandelier hanging above Not-Star as he promptly crawled underneath the tables. Not bothering to reload, he immediately swapped back to his primary M16A3, firing off a load of lead from underneath aimed at the woman’s legs whilst (coincidentally) one of the more bombastic companions decided to “abandon ship” and distract their foes.

    “You never said nothing about using the dinner table, bitch!” He retorted to his female foe. Oh yeah, the safety was definitely off- fuck talking this out, he was going commando.
 
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As the bullet(s) came rushing at Yuuki from Roman's weird cane-gun, Yuuki pulled an old trick out of his hat and summoned his Deep Purple's jar behind his back. As the smoke began pouring out of the jar, it discreetly flowed inside Yuuki's school uniform and solidified the air inside to form armor over his body. This way, Yuuki could protect himself without potentially revealing his Stand ability to any enemies in the room who may be able to see it.

Roman's bullet(s) pierced through Yuuki's uniform and it was enough to knock him flat on his ass. Just as he thought, the bullet(s) didn't pierce through the air armor. Yuuki found that most thing's couldn't, albeit with a few exceptions. "Damn sword Stand," Yuuki muttered under his breath.

As Yuuki stood back up, an idea popped up in his head. An idea that, if executed right, could potentially put this Mabel character out of commission. With Deep Purple still summoned behind his back, Yuuki looked over to Mista to see if he was still standing. It looked like he had something up his sleeve, but if that didn't work out they'd still have Yuuki's plan. All he had to do was hope that Mista understood what he was trying to do.

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Eatle was shocked to see the cane, which didn't seem too strong, was clearly stronger than metal you'd find on Earth. The shots from AO did absolutely nothing to him, so he didn't pay them any mind. "What the he-" He was interrupted by Marie falling off his back, which made him come to a halt and turn around. "Marie! Are you oka-" The bug-like alien saw a shot headed toward Yuuki, so he began running over to help, when the pillars started collapsing on Frank and Marcus. Eatle ran over to cover Marcus when he saw All Might switch sides. It didn't take long for him to realize the plan, however. The hero turned to realize Marcus was going in for an attack. "Eatle can't do much.. Time to.." Slam! "..go Heatblast!" The pyronite yelled out, flying speedily towards AO.​
 
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When Antaeus got up, Jerome cursed. Of course, no plan survived first contact with the enemy, right?
However, his ominous warning, even in a language Jerome didn't understand, left him on edge. What was coming? Why was it so bad that even Antaeus, a myth brought to life, ran?

Sophitia's answer didn't comfort him either. A Hydra was a creature of legend that could only be killed if you cauterized the stump left behind by decapitating their head. Otherwise, two more took it's place. The Hydra reminded him of how the Covenant, then the Flood, could both seemingly retain massive losses and somehow come back with double the force.
The reminder made his blood boil.

"It's an obvious distraction, but we have no choice. I'm staying behind to try to stop it. Anyone wants to join, feel free. Everyone else, get going after Antaeus! If he escapes then we lose our lead on Toffee. We only have a few minutes before there's no way we can find him and before the Hydra gets here."

Jerome paused, then in a serious tone, added.

"If you stay to fight the Hydra, know that death is highly likely. We got lucky with Felix and Locus, and even Antaeus. I'm not sure how lucky we'll be with this."

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As soon as All Might spoke up, Mabel’s blue eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, almost as if the entirety of her ocular organs were a single blue light. The girl smiled and let out a quiet chuckle before waving her hand, causing the weight all of you felt before to get about a hundred times worse, as if an entire building was thrust upon your shoulders without a second thought, which sadly occurred before you could get your attacks in. Though, one person was able to stand with ease, in fact what little transparent weight he had been burdened with before was suddenly lifted along with the rest of the weight you’d already been burdened with.

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“A very enticing offer indeed…” Mabel hummed as she rhythmatically tapped her index finger against the bottom of her chin while she stood from her seat, hips swaying back and forth seductively while she traced a single finger along the long table in the middle of the room.

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“Bleh… just kill this fool and get it over with.” Roman spat as he observed the hero while leaning on his cane, not buying his story for even a second. “I’ve dealt my fair share of goody two-shoes in my day, and this guy tops the— HRRK!!!” Before he could finish, the thief felt himself being lifted up by his throat alone, curtesy of Mabel’s telekinesis of course. He brought his hands up to his neck and struggled to breath against her power, even bringing his hands up to his neck to claw at the supposed force squeezing against his windpipe.

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“Now… dear, I think we should hear out the man’s proposition, shouldn’t we?” Mabel asked as the crook was shoved up against the wall behind him, still struggling against her power, though to no avail. Her grip only tightened, however, and eventually Roman managed a single nod throughout the whole ordeal. Not even a second later, he was dropped to the ground, to which he fell to his knees and was left gasping for air. “That’s a good pet.” Mabel chimed as she slowly swayed past Roman and reached down to swipe up the cane which he had dropped, said cane falling into the palm of her hand rather nicely.

Without another moment’s hesitation, Mabel spun on a heel to face the group at large as they struggled to even stand, the female’s arm soon becoming outstretched as she pointed towards the various crew members. “Eenie… meenie… minee… you.” Without even a moment’s notice, Mista was lifted up into the air just as Roman was mere moments ago, though this time he was actually able to breath. Chuckling, Mabel would outstretch his arms and legs with a simple wave of her hand before approaching All Might and offering the cane.

“Now… in order to prove that you’re truly betraying these filthy little cretins…” Before long, whether he took it or not, All Might would find the cane suddenly in both his hands. “...you must first take one of their lives~” Mabel said, leaving the choice in the man’s hands.


The clock was ticking.

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All Might
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All Might’s body tensed up slightly when he felt the cane being dropped into his open palms. The device looked so much smaller in his massive hands, but he’d already seen how deadly it could be. This was bad. He’d anticipated that she’d want some kind of proof from him – yes, even in the form of attacking one of his allies – but he hadn’t counted on her asking him to do it with a specific weapon. If he’d been allowed to do it by his own power, such as it was, he could at least pull his punches. He could get in close enough to at least tell the poor kid to play dead and get in a few blows just for show. But this? This was much harder to deal with. Doing as he was told and killing him was out of the question, obviously. Taking a life was something he’d steadfastly refused to do, no matter the circumstances. He hadn’t even resorted to killing his own arch nemesis, All For One, even after all of his twisted crimes.

And that was your biggest mistake, wasn’t it?

All Might couldn’t help but clench his teeth as that haunting voice echoed in the back of his mind once more. His eyes scanned over the rest of the group as they were all but crushed by Mabel’s telekinetic force. Clearly they’d be unable to launch a surprise attack now, even though the retired hero had managed to snare her attention quite nicely. It was all down to him now; him and his Quirkless body, and those stupid gauntlets with only a vague ghost of the power he once had. The only chance he had to save everyone was to get close enough to the girl to subdue her, but to do that…

Slowly, All Might brought the weapon up to bear, aiming the crosshairs just off to the side of Mista’s head. It was the only thing he could think to do. Mabel had him suspended in the air, so whatever stray bullet he shot would be on too high a trajectory to hit anyone in the group behind him. That just left Mista himself. All Might knew nothing of this boy, save for his apparent love of pistols. He didn’t know what sort of abilities he had, but at the very least he prayed that the kid was clever enough to play along.

All Might aimed for Mista’s right ear; something that would make a convincing enough impact and splatter of blood to fool the girl, if only the young gangster had the presence of mind to play dead afterwards. He felt bad for conspiring to do even that much harm, but if it meant that everyone would leave there alive…

No, no, no… This won’t do at all. Surely you can aim better than that… Came that voice like an icy wind once more. This time, as it spoke, All Might could swear he felt the chilling grip of All For One’s hand grasping hold of his wrist, moving it ever so slightly until he was aiming right between Mista’s eyes. Much to his horror, the hero found that he couldn’t move his own arm back from where his nemesis’ invisible grasp moved it. Was this Mabel’s doing, or..?

What’s wrong? Go ahead. Pull the trigger. Don’t you want to save all these helpless people? What’s one life compared to theirs? ‘The needs of the many before the needs of the few.’ Is that not what ‘One For All’ means?

As All For One haunted his mind, All Might could feel that ethereal hand moving down his wrist to grasp his own, the pressure increasing on his trigger finger. His hand began to tremble slightly from the strain of resisting it’s pull.

Would it help if you pictured me floating up there instead? Or perhaps young Tomura Shiguraki? The voice let out a chuckle in his ear. No, I suppose it wouldn’t. You’re the type that doesn’t stray from your ideals, no matter how many lives it could save. You’d never take a life… But that’s why I want you to.

“N-no…” The single syllable managed to sneak out in a barely audible whisper between his tightly gritted teeth. He knew he must be hearing things, that it was just his own memory of All For One stubbornly trying to mess with his head, but…

All I ever wanted to do was break you. So please, let me take one more little piece of that proud heart of yours, Toshinori Yagi…

And the next thing All Might heard was the crack of gunfire.

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As the shot rang out, the sound of Mabel’s cackling soon followed the sound (or lack thereof) of dead silence that spilled throughout the room once he pulled the trigger. Indeed, mere seconds after he pulled that trigger, Mista dropped to the ground, seemingly lifeless. And Mabel… well, she was happy, to say the least.

“My my… I didn’t think you had it in you.” Mabel hummed as she snatched the cane right out of All Might’s hands, the girl tracing a finger along the man’s shoulder blade soon after before walking away completely. With a simple wave of her hand, the weight upon the entire group was released, as all of you found yourselves able to attack to your full capacity yet again. “Now finish the rest of them, and I may reward you later, darling~” Mabel said with a grin before tossing Roman his cane. Roman easily caught it in his right hand, having recovered from the assault on his throat mere minutes ago.

Mabel, on the other hand, simply stared on from the back, expecting All Might to finish the job as he was told.

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Vonyish was crushed and blamed himself for the loss and not taking the head instead, but what was more crushing was that the demigod didn't have it in him to continue fighting. Instead he said another creature would fight them, a Hydra. The marine stood proud, and was delighted to hear that the other soldier Jerome would stay and fight as well. "Aye, I'll stay. My blade can simultaneously cut off the head and cauterise the stump." He rose the blade high, flames emitting from it violently.

Vonyish heard about Hydras from old books within the black library, especially how to kill one. "Anyone else wish to take up the challenge?" Vonyish echoed what Jerome said, hoping more would volunteer. But he wasn't in it for the liberty of keeping the city safe, he did it for the sport.

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  • Delsin Rowe Location= Millennium City - Outskirts
    Mental Condition= Really Freaking Nervous
    Physical Condition= In Combat
    Current Powerset= Video

    Interaction So...a lot happened in a few moments. First, they followed that young blonde girl to the other side of the room, but as they did, the whole room disappearedlike a hologram. It was something straight out of Eugene's playbook...except that there were no nearby video sources for him to create something like this...and he wasn't here. But that was only one of the weird things that happened. Then, the Leo guy they were following was chucked into the darkness before the room changed again. This time into some kind of boss battle type room. Delsin was seriously starting to consider that he was trapped inside a game thanks to Eugene. But he was chill, he would never do something like this. This is...just messed up.

    But among the grim atmosphere, the blonde girl turned into an older brunette, that called herself Mabel Gleeful. Delsin wasn't going to lie. That chick was definitely a nine, if not a ten. Evil? Sure, but sometimes its the villains that are the hottest. After all, Delsin would make a devilishly handsome villain if he wasn't such a good hero. After that several people tried to fight back, which Delsin thought was pretty dumb, since she had control over the area to some extent. They got beaten back by her and the Hispanic boy beside her that turned into a red haired man with flare gun cane. That was pretty cool. If Delsin had a hat and cane like that, he would consider becoming a villain himself. Especially if he got to hang with Mabel. Being stylish and having a hot chick would've been more than enough to convince him before he got his own powers.


    She was doing a pretty dang good job at kicking their butts... that is, until the lanky blonde dude suddenly turned into a huge, buff superhero and began to go off about what appeared to be a heel turn. No way he was actually going to turn on them, right? He just emanated "hero-ness" if that was even a word. But maybe that was the twist in his universe. The greatest heroes are actually the greatest villains. That would make a really good movie, or even video game.

    Suddenly he felt a weight on himself. Something like a bajillion tons right on his body. Delsin's knee hit the ground. That was some crazy powerful magic...and it was an attack right? He should've absorbed it. Maybe there were a lot more rules to this than he thought, or this just wasn't considered an attack, since it wasn't meant hurt, but to suppress. That's a tricky way of his new powers working...Delsin watched as Mabel choke her partner, suspend the pistol wielding dude and tell the hero guy to kill the pistol dude with the cane from the redhead. That was pretty dang messed up, but that was also kinda cool in a villain sort of way.

    To his surprise, the hero actually took the shot...but the pistol dude wasn't dead yet. Whatever happened, the pressure was lifted from Delsin and he was able to stand up onto his feet again. This hero guy looked crazy strong. Maybe Delsin could beat him? He'd rather not take the chance and get obliterated. So...if he played his cards right, maybe they could all get out of this alive...or not. Who knows? "Whoa, whoa whoa, big guy! Let's not get ahead of ourselves! Not all of us are that bad...or rather that good." Delsin looked at Mabel from across the room.

    "I mean, now that I know how powerful you are, and from the looks of this big guy, I'm seriously down to join you guys. I'm not as strong as the big guy, but..." Delsin flexes a little bit even though his jacket would make it impossible to tell how buff he was. "I'm pretty strong too. And sure, you might have muscle, but do you have my devilishly handsome looks? I'm sure you and your boss can use someone that looks this good...not saying that you aren't hot, but it's just that some people prefer the face of a guy, am I right? Delsin did a few eyebrow raises and gave a sly grin ...But...that's not all I have to offer. If you let me join now, you'll get some bonus powers for the low, low price of not killing me. What do you say? When do we break out the blood pacts, soul contracts, or pinkie promises, Miss Gleeful?"

    Wew, did Delsin hope she let him join them, otherwise, the poor hero guy would be completely destroyed. Something told Delsin that he didn't exactly mean to turn on the group. Sure, he attacked them and all, but it might have been a bluff or an act for the greater good.

    Notes Interacting With: thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore (Mable) Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes (All Might)
    Mentioned: Haz. Haz. (Mista) @Outskirts Group

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    Bolded Colored= External Dialogue
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  • Annoyance crawled up my spine when the woman and AO didn't acknowledge me. So ignoring me was your way of telling me to piss off huh? I looked at the dining table, a grin widening from cheek to cheek. Would be really awful if all the nice furniture brought by your friend Toffee got broke.

    Meanwhile, most of the attacked didn't even come close to hitting the woman and AO. The woman twirled about, dodging every attack or throwing off the bullets through her telekinesis. Why she didn't throw them back though? Heh, perhaps that can be exploited. Ao, meanwhile, used his cane to absorb and redirect almost every projectile while firing back. However, a beam from the UAC pistol did penetrate AO's shoulder which left a black spot on the suit he wore. I cracked a smile. The gamble paid off. Now I knew the woman couldn't protect her ally. So far the man had only displayed physical might. The cane might be a problem, but in a straight up brawl? Let the stronger man win.

    "Such foolish children indeed! Honestly, I’m starting to tire of their inane antics!” A voice bombed before I could wreck either the furniture or AO. I glanced back to see All Might had been replaced by a muscled man that looked as if the previously rail-thin man had bulked up to Hell Knight level of muscle in an instant. Was that All Might? “All this flailing about, and what have they managed to accomplish? Nothing! It’s clear to me now that my power would be better suited on the winning team!”

    I gripped the sides of my helmet when he began walking towards the two, hand extended.

    “Let me join you and I’ll personally paint this room red.”

    My head jerked back at the statement. I took a step towards All Might to shake the madness out that had overcome him when I was forced onto my knees. It felt like that damned temple collapsed upon me again. I glanced at the others to see that they too were immobilized by an unseen force. The only culprit was the woman’s telekinesis.

    I ignored what the woman and AO as they argued over whether or not to allow All Might to join them opting to wiggle to explore what freedom I had. Nothing. Not even breathing room.

    “HRK!” I stared as AO was lifted up, feet dangling off the floor and hands clawing at his throat. This woman didn’t even treat her own allies with kindness! My mind raced to determine if AO was a victim forced into this. I pushed the thoughts out. No, AO wasn’t a victim. He had a choice. A choice between burning alive or working with demons. He chose the wrong path.

    “Now… dear, I think we should hear out the man’s proposition, shouldn’t we?”

    AO was thrown against a wall. His thrashing intensified, but he pushed through a nod of the head. He dropped to his knees not even a second later. I winced at the gasp he gave.

    “That’s a good pet.”

    My stomach knotted itself in disgust.

    The woman snatched the cane from AO. She spun around, hand surging up. Her entire movement was tailored not to waste a single second. That eagerness was for something.

    “Eenie… meenie… minee… you.” Her fingers passed over each of us until it landed on Mista. He was thrusted into the air. A gulp was released. At least he could breath now.

    All Might tensed up when the cane was in his hands. He clenched his teeth. Was he regretting this or masking his pleasure he was experiencing through it? All Might slowly raised the weapon. My heart fluttered when it stopped next to Mista’s ear. My heart stopped when it moved between the teen’s eyes. I widen my eyes to plead despite them obscured by my helmet. Vocal cords rumbled to force words out. Don’t do this All Might! Your superhero costume, your claim to teaching students to become the next generation, your encouraging speeches! Were all of those a facade?

    Weren’t superheroes better than even the most noble demons?

    All Might fired. The body thudded.

    I didn’t react. Not when the woman chuckled. Not when she congratulated him. Not when she commanded him to murder us.

    The invisible shackles that chained me were taken off. I rose up and charged.

    Every muscle fiber screamed. Every neuron ablaze. Every atom charged. It didn’t matter what the woman threw at me be it weighing me down, throwing furniture at me, or hurling me about. I pushed through them all. AO would have been my target. He was weaponless, weakened, prey. But the murderer was closer.

    I grabbed All Might by the throat before he had a chance to react. Rage feed into my muscles. Muscles fueled the energy. Energy powered my movements as I lifted the traitor over me.

    "ARRRGH!"

    The superhero wannabe flew at the woman.



 
Holly - full

Holly watched as the Spartan grabbed Senor Pink and launched him straight towards her. Pulling on the controls as hard as she could, the wings swerved out of the way, just enough for a devastating collision to be avoided. However, it ultimately wasn't enough to prevent a collision entirely. Seeing that inevitability, Holly let go of the controls, reaching out to lock hands with Senor Pink. Even with a rudimentary understanding of physics, one could deduce what the two were attempting to do. The wings weren't exactly built for such sudden stresses, and gave out. What happened next was totally in the hands of Senor Pink.

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Marie - injured

Unfortunately, Mabel seemed more perceptive than she looked, eloquently deflecting Eatle's blasts, and nonchalantly sidestepping her ink pellet. Unceremoniously, Marie was tossed aside by Mabel's telekinetic prowess, along with Eatle. As Marie came to a stop, she heard what she thought she'd never hear. One of the others, All Might, it seemed, had declared he was changing sides. Marie was about to retaliate with an ink shot towards All Might when an even heavier burden beset her.

Her frail limbs betrayed her and she collapsed, prone, onto the floor. She could barely muster the strength to turn her head to watch the events unfold, as Mabel selected an ally at random for All Might to kill. The specific person was outside of her eyesight. All she could see is All Might mouth something, before a bright flash and a loud sound ended the life of someone Marie barely even knew. But wait, what was that on All Might's face? Could she see guilt gripping his features? Was this an elaborate scheme, or had the weight made her delirious?

Then Mabel declared he would receive some sort of treat if All Might eliminated everyone else. And that included Marie. Suddenly, wether or not this was an elaborate scheme to confuse Mabel or not, her heart was racing. Marie still had another trick up her sleeve she could use, to escape, but using it now would be a waste of an ace. How would she escape death, here and now?

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As the shot rang out, the sound of Mabel’s cackling soon followed the sound (or lack thereof) of dead silence that spilled throughout the room once he pulled the trigger. Indeed, mere seconds after he pulled that trigger, Mista dropped to the ground, seemingly lifeless. And Mabel… well, she was happy, to say the least.

“My my… I didn’t think you had it in you.” Mabel hummed as she snatched the cane right out of All Might’s hands, the girl tracing a finger along the man’s shoulder blade soon after before walking away completely. With a simple wave of her hand, the weight upon the entire group was released, as all of you found yourselves able to attack to your full capacity yet again. “Now finish the rest of them, and I may reward you later, darling~” Mabel said with a grin before tossing Roman his cane. Roman easily caught it in his right hand, having recovered from the assault on his throat mere minutes ago.

Mabel, on the other hand, simply stared on from the back, expecting All Might to finish the job as he was told.

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Having been silently observing this fiasco silently from the background, Ambra had managed to seemingly remain completely out of the pair's notice, sighing and snapping her fingers as she stepped forward, finally protesting to this debacle, she cleared her throat "You are quite the poorly behaved child, aren't you?" her staff twirled around her hand effortlessly before it's crystal focus landed on All Might, the crystal within crackling with potential as she smirks "Take a step forward and I'll ensure you look even more like a desiccated corpse than usual"

Her eyes slowly came to rest on Mista's body, before looking to Mabel "You're expending a lot of power for someone who seems so weak, am I right in thinking you usually have much more at your command?" the cocky smirk of the chief scientist only grew in size as she probes into the mind of her foe. "You can't keep this up, and if I'm correct in my assessment, and I usually am...You're already growing weaker"

Her eyes narrowed slightly as the sun priestess floated effortlessly above the ground, concealing the aches from her prior telekinetic shackling. All she had to do was get this girl distracted long enough. The rest of the ingrates in the group had better take advantage of the opening she hoped to create with this display of sudden bravado. If she died because these idiots didn't muster up a plan she'd be very miffed indeed.

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  • Woods only made it to the table before collapsing under the weight of the woman’s telekinesis, his own M16A3 nearly crushing his fingers wrapped around the trigger as the rifle smashed into the ground. To make matters worse, he was helpless to watch the traitor of a man receive the shotgun cane and promptly shoot the teen gunslinger. It was like ‘Nam again- nothing he could do but fucking watch. No. These pieces of shit wouldn’t get away- didn’t matter if they hd magic powers or weapons, they would die. They. Would. Die.

    “You piece of shit, getting others to do your dirty work-!” The American Marine snarled loudly, rolling out from under the table. He got one look at Ambra, at least glad she came along to help, before getting up near her left side and firing the M320 at the chandelier as planned. Ambra gave him the perfect chance to do so- even a small distraction could be enough for the high-velocity grenade to blast the chandelier and squash the bitch underneath.
 
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Location - Mabel's Dining Hall | With - The Outskirts Group | Condition - Broken rib, generally not doing so hot

All Might seemed to be paralyzed in shock at what he’d done, watching as Mista’s body fell to the ground with a sickening thud. Mabel’s amused cackling, though it emanated right behind him, sounded so distant to him as to hardly strike his notice. For a moment that felt like eons, there seemed to be nothing in all of existence but All Might and the corpse of that poor boy. For once he found himself wishing that All For One’s voice would taunt him once more, boasting about how he’d made the hero think he’d been the one to pull the trigger when it was really one of his twisted machinations, but his old foe remained deadly silent now. No, there was no one else to be blamed. He’d done this.

‘Oh God, what have I…’

But All Might’s thoughts were violently cut short when a strong hand clamped tightly around his throat, lifting him up in the air. He could practically feel the Doom Marine’s malice through his hellishly strong grip. Even so, he didn’t fight back. Hell, he didn’t even resist. No, he deserved this.

All Might’s hulking body went flying through the air towards Mabel, but before he made contact, he felt himself being forcefully deflected to the side by her telekinesis once more. The instant his back slammed into the wall, he could feel the familiar jolt of pain that resulted from a broken rib. A spray of blood exploded from his mouth, and his muscle form evaporated away. He collapsed onto the floor below, his body a veritable skeleton once again.

After laying there for a moment, the former hero rose up to his hands and knees, his arms trembling from the strain he’d put on his body from maintaining his muscle form for so long, blood still dripping down his chin.

“C-c’mon… Y-you can do… better than that…” he managed to wheeze out as he slowly tried to rise up to his feet once more. He nearly collapsed again when his hand left the floor, at which point he was forced to keep himself steady by leaning against the decorative molding of the wall.

“Is that how you strike at someone who’s just killed your friend?!!” All Might shouted out at Doomguy, shooting the armored man an intense glare. Mabel would have likely taken this as proud taunting, but if anyone cared to look close enough, they may spot the guilt-ridden tears running down his gaunt face.

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    As the fight with some sort of thing was coming to an end, something could be heard about the tactics being "cute" and show they (the ones battling in the arena) should've aimed for the head, and then we've got the weird language thing going on which the business man could not decipher but yet enough what could also be heard was that "this place will be gone under rubble in a few minutes anyway" something that concerned the business man as the thought of seeking for an exit and if the threat [unless you wanna call it something else] was real; "Wait, does this mean..... ..... ..... Great. I just hit DEBRIS BINGO" Thought Rhys as he stood up walking and attempting to look for some sort of exit right before the entire thing could be torn to pieces in the matter of seconds. "Good fucking grief, guess this is what having to see a "dead end" feels like" thought the data-miner out loud as he walked away from where he was at (please excuse the use of an intended pun. Don't go on a hunt for me)​

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Antaeus was clearly enthralled with pummeling the Athenian's shield that he was too busy to notice when Arbiter attempted to lift him, attempting to lift the half-giant with his now reduced strength would be barely noticeable to him anyways. However, a spartan using his thrusters is a different story and that paired with the shock from the electrified blade results with him not having enough time to react before he was already a few feet in the air. He still manages to escape the hold, as expected of a well-versed wrestler.

However by that time he only made himself a clearer target, as now everyone had a clear shot and didn't have to worry about hitting Jerome. That resulted with a lot of hits landing on him, first his shoulder being peppered by shots from the carbine, his chest being cleanly opened by the space marines power sword and finally him being planted in the roof by Dark Jak's projectile. After a few seconds, his mangled body lands smack in the middle of the arena obliterating the yellow pillar he was sitting on at the beginning.

The battle seems won before a maniacal laugh resounds the arena, Antaeus slowly gets up as his body begins to regenerate, the massive gaping wound around his chest and shoulder now almost completely healed; "Hahaha, that was a cute tactic but you should've aimed for the head. But I must congratulate you, I haven't felt this much pain since I got my spine broken." As he dusts the dust from the yellow pillar off himself before looking at it confused and then worried. He then turns around towards the walls of the arena where two more gates have been opened.

"Σκατά, σκατά, σκατά. You, ΑΝΑΣΕΙΣΙΦΑΛΛΟΣ" he says addressing Sophitia" Take your friends and get the fuck out of here unless you want to visit the Styx, I won't follow you and this place will be gone under rubble in a few minutes anyway, the Λερναῖα Ὕδρα is coming." He says as he immediately runs through the bigger gate leaving you behind.

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