Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

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Senor Pink
Industrial District
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As Senor Pink went soaring through the air once again, he saw that he was on a collision course for the little elf Holly. It didn't look like there was going to be enough time for her to dodge out of the way, so Senor reached out his arms and locked hands with hers as they crashed in the air. Turning himself in the air, Senor hugged Holly close to him and took the full impact of the landing with his back, saving her from the horrible fate of being crushed by his manly girth.

With a pained groan and a suck of his pacifier, Senor looked down at the little person in his arms. "Are you okay, kid?"

June Verles June Verles Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind​
 
Despite being useless in the fight and feeling fairly bad about it. The mime wasn't going to stick around and see whatever the weird creature the man was talking about.
Pulling out his walking stick the only thing anyone would have seen in the arena would have been a humanoid, black and white blur making a break for the exit. Hopefully the robot known as Rodimus would still be there for the others and himself to get back to the base.
Whoever this guy they were looking for was, the mime doubted he was in that arena.

@industrial Group June Verles June Verles Haz. Haz. (RODIMUS BETTER NOT HAVE DRIVEN OFF LIKE THE FILTHY DEVIANT HE IS)
 


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    The Dark beast's resolve was being pissed off after the Greek myth come to life told them that if they didn't exit, they'd end up dead by rubble or the threat upcoming. The eco warrior had faced a giant precursor robot twice and lived to tell the tale, poisoned, dark eco shot into him for two years, crushed under rubble and pulled himself up and much much more. ​

    Jak pulled himself up after seeing the dark energy finally worked on Antaeus, hoping the hell he stayed down.

    But this didn't work and the man with the long ears cursed out the fact that the man regenerated.

    ​

    It's the fact every time a enemy pops out, he loses something he likes, loves or respects.

    "RAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

    The precursors wouldn't save his ass this time if he didn't choose quickly.

    The city would see him the same way as they saw him when he met up with Ashelin that day.

    A light voice ran through Jak's head

    "Remember who you are.."

    "Fuck being a hero... I'm THROUGH saving the world." He yelled angrily, swinging his arm across

    He wanted to live another day.

    The long eared anti-hero felt guilt and anger course through his veins as he began to follow Rhys and the mime out of the crumbling arena.

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

    As they continued fighting, suddenly, a very large man exited the group. He looked very much like All Might, was... was that him? What, does he fight power rangers in his spare time? Once he brought attention to himself, he revealed his intentions. Joining that girl and Toffee. Inside Baird rushed many emotions, but most prominently, confusion. Either he really did turn, or he is attempting to trick the illusionist. He really hoped for everyone's sake it was the latter. As Baird was about to speak, his weight increased a hundredfold. He fell to his knees, unable to keep up with the pressure pressing down on him. All but All Might was affected, he was given a cane. The telekinetic wanted to test his loyalty, asking him to kill one of their teammates.

    He complied. The shot rang out, but the silence afterwards was more deafening. His body fell to the ground, now, Baird imagines, lifeless. Damon's seen death before, that's not what bothered him. Somehow, this was different. Perhaps it was because he thought of All Might as an ally, or maybe he realized things are not as black and white as they were before.

    "Shit," he breathed through gritted teeth as the weight lifted from the group. Their assailant ordered All Might to kill the rest of them, and it looks like some other guy wanted to mosey on to Toffee's side as well. He was scared, probably, didn't want to die. Didn't sound like he was doing a good job of convincing her he's worthy of being on her side. Baird stood up, ready to fire on whoever decided to attack them again. He was done having the group pushed around by her, if he died in action so be it, he thought. Finally, though, someone had some sense. Greeny stood up and quickly ran towards All Might before chucking him at the woman, so he occupied him. As that happened, another man who's name still escapes the old gear fired a grenade at the chandelier above the telekinetic. Damon needed to act fast, no time to think. He grabbed his Lancer from his back in a swift motion, and began unloading towards the illusionist. This way, there are two things to block, and with luck something might land. For everyone's sake he really hopes Claudia is right in that she is exerting herself too much.
 


  • All Might gave no resistance as I heaved him over. He did not struggle, did not flail, did not cry out. He simply accepted. A whisper asked me to consider the fact that he had tried to trick Mabel, but did not anticipate that he had to kill. I chuckled in response.

    I threw the murderer at the woman. A huff escaped through my clenched teeth when he was tossed aside by the telekinesis. She was becoming annoying.

    All Might crashed into a wall. A loud bone-crack filled the Hall. Blood sprayed from his mouth and splattered onto the floor. The SHW fell onto the floor, the bulging muscles shrinking into atrophic tissue. He pushed himself up despite whatever agony he was in. Blood trickled down his chin and body trembled. Through all of that, he still spoke.

    “C-c’mon… Y-you can do… better than that…”

    I gritted my teeth. Fingers dug into palms. Pupils narrowed.

    “Is that how you strike at someone who’s just killed your friend?!” All Might shouted. Tears ran down his ace. Oh, did it hurt? Both the physical and mental trauma you’re going through? I hope so. And did he think I would fall for such a taunt? He was nothing more than a weapon in my arsenal now. I glanced at the cane lying on the floor. SHW could still do some damage if he got his hands on it. My gaze flickered to the corpse. A pistol sat next to it. My pistol.

    SHW was weak and nearing his final breath. All it would take was one shot.

    I rushed over and scooped it up. Eyes rested on Mista. He morphed into my grandson, hands pawing at the silt in his throat as I did nothing to save him. I stared at All Might. He was replaced by my son. The Hell Priest Deag Grav floating behind him. I lifted the pistol, sights trained between the eyes.The pistol jerked to his right knee. Gunfire thundered before I could react. Grav Deag faded into air and my son’s features contorted into All Might’s. I looked away. Even if the projectile somehow missed, SHW was too weak to put up any meaningful fight. Instead, I stared at the AO.

    It was time to end this.

    He was still on the floor. A hand rubbed his throat. I cracked a smile. AO was weaker now without his cane. Both of my hands wrapped around my pistol and charged. I fired several times. Some aimed at his head, others meant to either to throw off the woman’s aim or catch AO if he tried to dodge while I danced about to avoid their counter attacks, never appearing in the same place twice. Or maybe I did. They couldn't tell since I kept throwing chairs, skulls, bricks, and whatever else I could.







 
All Might
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Location - Mabel's Dining Hall | With - The Outskirts Group | Condition - Broken, bloody, and out of the game.

All Might watched as the Doom Marine rushed over to Mista’s corpse, gathering up the pistol he’d tossed to the boy earlier. He was not at all surprised to find the barrel of that gun aimed squarely at his head an instant later.

‘If you go on like this, you’ll fight a villain and meet a death too gruesome to describe!!’

The former hero let out a sigh of resignation as his old sidekick’s premonition echoed in the back of his mind. Sir Nighteye’s Prediction Quirk had never been wrong before, had it? The timing was right, and he supposed his failed attempt to get one over on Mabel could count as fighting a villain, so… That just left the cruel death he’d been anticipating for the last six years. He never thought it would be like this, but… Was there a more shameful death for a hero – executed at gunpoint for murdering an innocent? And yet, all he could do was close his eyes and accept fate.

When the shot finally came, All Might let out a shout of shocked pain, collapsing to the floor once more and reflexively grabbing hold of his shattered knee. He looked up at Doomguy again, fully expecting him to be taking aim at his other limbs. What he saw instead was the armored soldier taking aim and firing at Mabel and her companion.

All Might was unsure of the marine’s intention. Had he caught onto his original plan and took the opportunity to attack Mabel while she was potentially distracted? Or was he simply saving the immobilized ‘traitor’ for later? Either way, there was nothing more he could do to help now that he couldn’t even stand upright. He just hoped that, in the end, all of this bloodshed wouldn’t be in vain…​
 
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Vonyish took the liberty upon himself to answer both Emily's and The Arbiter's questions, "The Hydra in the books mention it being a godly dragon snake like baby that has 9 heads. It's heads can spit acid and such but the head in the middle is the main head and is apparently immortal. The catch to fighting the beast is if you cut one head off, two will grow in its place, unless the wound is sealed, commonly with a very hot item, such as my Sword, the Peribit." He raised his sword high, to show them the sword, some close even able to feel the heat radiating off it.

The marine felt pride that he was able to recount the information of the Hydra, since he had the pleasure of burning the old heretic libraries he also did a lot of reading in them out of curiosity.

jigglesworth jigglesworth @industrialcrew
 

  • Sophitia listened to one of the armored men’s “explanation” to her companions, but shook her head immediately when he called the Hydra a “baby”.

    “No, it’s not a baby. The Hydra is... I guess some would consider it a dragon,” The medieval Greek clarified more specifically, placing her left hand on her chin as she relaxed and tried to think about what could be potentially useful information.

    “You have to stay away from the acid- it’s very, very potent but I don’t think we can use that against it. The same goes for its breath- some stories tell of people dying just from walking into its breath. And the only known way to kill it is by burning the decapitation wounds- forgive me if I’m missing anything, it’s been years since I’ve read or heard anything about the Hydra as a young girl.” She frowned for a few moments in silence, trying to pull out anything else that didn’t make it sound like she was a complete illiterate girl compared to the armored man.

    “Oh, and it has an immortal head that we need to be careful of! The man who slew the Hydra in my people’s story-“ Hercules, although she felt his name wasn’t germane to the forewarning- “was able to cut the immortal head off with a sword gifted by the gods-“ Not unlike her Omega Sword- “and crushed it under a rock. I get the feeling we may have to do the same thing or something similar if we are to defeat a Hydra, of all things to go against...”
 
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It seemed like everyone made their decisions, whoever wanted to leave could, everyone else who decided to stay would have to face the hydra. With their resolutions made they could feel the air around them become heavier, while the atmosphere of the room became more serious at a closer inspection they could see a yellowish pungent gas fill the room coming from the direction of the biggest gate periodically being sucked back in as if something was breathing. The smell of this putrid gas was so awful you could feel your dinner slowly coming back to you if you didn't have any armor or had the mettle to handle it.

Peering through the darkness of the tunnel you don't see anything at first but then slowly a pair of dinner plate size yellow reptilian eyes appear followed by another, and then 7 others. After staring at its prey for a while it decided to close in, 9 gigantic snake-like heads slowly make peer their way into the arena each one about the size of an adult male they begin to take some space around the arena without closing in the distance. After gathering enough space from each other they open their mouths and start ejecting the acid from their fangs that slowly begins to cover the floor of the arena. The battle between you and the beast Hercules himself required godly weapons has started, pray that your patron god will help you too.
DapperDogman DapperDogman Sleek Sleek darkred darkred Zerulu Zerulu FactionGuerrilla FactionGuerrilla jigglesworth jigglesworth @People who didn't leave

For the people who decided to kick it out of there, they were able to simply leave the way they came from as the runic walls that blocked the way back disappeared, you were free to run away or to go grab allies. Whoever was stationed outside could also see the masses of people leaving in a hurry from the warehouse, maybe it was time they interfered?

Rhysie Rhysie Haz. Haz. ManyFaces ManyFaces @Cowards
 
June Verles said:
It seemed like everyone made their decisions, whoever wanted to leave could, everyone else who decided to stay would have to face the hydra. With their resolutions made they could feel the air around them become heavier, while the atmosphere of the room became more serious at a closer inspection they could see a yellowish pungent gas fill the room coming from the direction of the biggest gate periodically being sucked back in as if something was breathing. The smell of this putrid gas was so awful you could feel your dinner slowly coming back to you if you didn't have any armor or had the mettle to handle it.

Peering through the darkness of the tunnel you don't see anything at first but then slowly a pair of dinner plate size yellow reptilian eyes appear followed by another, and then 7 others. After staring at its prey for a while it decided to close in, 9 gigantic snake-like heads slowly make peer their way into the arena each one about the size of an adult male they begin to take some space around the arena without closing in the distance. After gathering enough space from each other they open their mouths and start ejecting the acid from their fangs that slowly begins to cover the floor of the arena. The battle between you and the beast Hercules himself required godly weapons has started, pray that your patron god will help you too.
DapperDogman DapperDogman Sleek Sleek darkred darkred Zerulu Zerulu FactionGuerrilla FactionGuerrilla jigglesworth jigglesworth @People who didn't leave

For the people who decided to kick it out of there, they were able to simply leave the way they came from as the runic walls that blocked the way back disappeared, you were free to run away or to go grab allies. Whoever was stationed outside could also see the masses of people leaving in a hurry from the warehouse, maybe it was time they interfered?

Rhysie Rhysie Haz. Haz. ManyFaces ManyFaces @Cowards
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'Seems like it's excreting dangerous venom of some sort, maintain our link like this, it's unlikely to harm me, but I can't say for sure if your jumpsuit will keep you safe from absorbing it through your skin'
The machine-man stood firm, channeling his power directly into his sword as the already glowing blade flared brightly, his stance changing as he gripped his blades tightly, clearly ready to defend should the beast launch an attack with any of its heads, his eyes and Ciaran's could keep track of two heads at once, a boon he was sure would come in handy fighting this beast.
'You remember how we took down Lephantis, right? One head at a time or they'll work together, and don't forget we have to seal the necks to stop its regeneration. I'm not sure where these people learned about this beast, but I trust them.'

For now, he wanted to wait for the rest of the group to make a decision on how exactly to fight this thing. Rushing in is never a good idea, especially not when fighting with a group. Coordination is key here, and he wanted to ensure he had ever advantage before leaping to his death at the maws of this great beast, especially when Ciaran's life rested on his shoulders.

June Verles June Verles Noivian Noivian @Industrial​
 

  • It felt like Sophitia had just explained the Hydra in time- the air began to grow much more toxic by a visible breath of something big inside one of the gates. It had to be the mythological monstrosity- she immediately took a deep breath whilst she still could, glancing around for anything that could potentially help her try to mitigate some of the toxins that the Hydra would be inevitably breathing upon her during the battle. Finding nothing nearby, she instead took her Omega Sword before choosing to cut a part of her dress off- I'll have to mend that later when I have time- and using it as a mouth "mask" to try and filter out as much of the poisonous atmosphere around her as she could. Before she put it on, though, she quickly warned everyone else- "Put something on your mouth and nostril! Try to breathe as little of that gas if you can!"- then placed her dress cloth onto her breathing areas, wrapping it around her face and securing it around her jawline to make sure it didn't fall off mid-fight.

    Then came the monstrosity itself. She felt like trembling upon first glance at the monster's nine heads, felt like a little girl who was trapped in a nightmare. A nightmare that she could flee from by running out of the arena. That way, she would be safe- probably wouldn't have to deal with this creature.

    No. She didn't want to put this thing on someone else's cross as a burden. She herself knew how powerful and exactly what the amalgamation was like, and she was the one wielding holy weapons forged by her gods. If she wasn't the one to personally slice off its immortal head, nobody might be able to kill it- especially if only god-given weapons could do so.

    "Oh gods, guide me..." She whispered quietly through her mask, her words slightly muffled but likely very well audible to someone nearby like Emily. The medieval Athenian took a deep breath before lifting her Omega Sword and Elk Shield upwards in a readied position. The sword wasn't electrified yet- it had stopped sparking a few moments ago- but she got the feeling it would turn electric upon her wish and command. Like it was hers to wield, and had some type of bond with her.

    "We should get rid of all the mortal heads first. If someone cuts one head off while another burns the wound, it'll make short work of that head without spawning more. I don't think you have to get too close- if anyone has anything like flaming arrows, it should do the trick as long as it's hot enough." The holy warrior declared through her breath filter, stepping forwards and in front of everyone else with her shield raised- this was more of a protecting defensive gesture, since she didn't wish for anyone else to get hurt. Rather, if the heads went after everyone they would likely go after Sophitia first as long as she was the "leader" of the group.

    "I can be the one cutting off the heads if need be, but I believe I'll definitely have to be the one to take the immortal head down once the others are cut off. My weapons were made by Hephaestus himself, so they should be able to cut through the Hydra's scales." She pursed her lips behind the mask- she felt reluctant to be the one performing the final blow, as she still didn't consider herself worthy of being a hero, but she would have to be the one finishing it off if her kind's stories were right and only holy weapons could slay the monstrosity in the end.

    "And make sure you completely burn the wounds! If we don't do a good job, the Hydra will just heal its head and spawn a second one in its place!"
 
The marine listened to the other girl attempt to one up his explanation but he didn't mind, what he did mind was the girl mentioning gods and stuff along that line, something which was quite alien to him. But he would age to inquire about that later, as it seemed the monster had arrived, thenhydra seemed to fill the air with a toxin but his helmet kept all of it out so he wasn't affected by it.

Than the monster showed it self, all of its heads as well, Vonyish didn't change his posture, he had fought many many greater foes and he wasn't about to die to a radiated overgrown lizard. "No need to burn the cut after I chop the head off, my sword radiates enough heat by itself it should cauterise instantly, and no worries getting through this beast's hide, this is one of the finest power swords forged on mars fit for a Watch Captain." The marine proudly announced after she mentioned someone would have to burn the wound after someone cuts it off.

"Let the beast take the first hit, it wouldn't feel heroic of me to have the first hit advantage." Vonyish started to get very confident, silently praying to his Emperor to help him take down this foe.

FactionGuerrilla FactionGuerrilla June Verles June Verles @IndustrialCrew
 
Ben Tennyson
Status: Alive/Healthy/Bruised

Heatblast struggled as the weight greatly increased. Mabel was accepting All Might's offer, so that made the pyronite confident. Then, it happened. The cane was dropped in All Might's hand. Mista was slowly raised up. The fiery human knew that All Might wouldn't do it, which didn't go well for him. The hero's arm was at the shoulder, but it shakily lifted to his head. BANG! Heatblast aggressively tried to lift himself up, going extremely hot and heating up the room. `I couldn't save him.` He kept telling himself in his head before he and his allies were released. Everyone went for All Might, Doomguy taking a beating on him. Heatblast decided to go for Roman, flying towards him with his increasing, burning temperature and shooting out fireballs. The boy inside that once wanted to not injure the men who invaded her base clearly was different now, he was.. Violent.

He couldn't save Mista.​
 
Doomguy's projectile spiraled towards the downed Roman, sure to put the villainous thief six feet underground in the milliseconds it would take for the blast to burrow into his head. Except...

It didn't.

A second pair of gunshots rang out, causing the energy blasts to flicker and combust in mid-air as though they struck an object, which they seemingly didn't, before shooting past Heatblast and grazing his rocky abdomen, though dealing little to no damage and merely halting him in his tracks. And then, what happened quickly became apparent. Mista's "corpse" staggered to its feet, revealing the bullet hole embedded... Seemingly only millimeters in the teen's cap. The gangster gently tipped his head forward, cupping one hand in front of the face and causing the bullet to tumble out and onto his palm as though it was only loosely wedged into his forehead. And then, he tilted his head backwards, releasing a heavy sigh as he raised the revolver, clenching it tightly in his hands, and aimed at Mabel.

"Doll, you have no fuckin' idea how much it hurt to stop my own heart there. Speaking of which, good work, Pistols." A timid No.5 climbed out of the sniper's beanie, his tiny, four-fingered hands bloodied from the initial impact of the projectile. He, along with the other Pistols, quickly hopped aboard Mista's revolver and phased into the chamber to prepare for their next attack.

And then, his aim shifted, instead turning to face the injured Roman. The mafioso's expression crossed into an ominous smirk, gently squeezing the trigger and releasing a final "BANG!" as a single bullet shot out of the barrel, all six Sex Pistol surfing atop. Before anyone could react, it shot directly through the thief's abdomen, before halting seconds before hitting the ground and twisting back to face the target. By then, all the Stands had aligned around Roman in various positions, and only one thing was left to do.

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The bullet quickly soared back around, piercing the thief once more through the abdomen. Another pop was let loose as it quickly bounced back towards him, shooting directly through him an absurd amount of times in quick succession before striking him directly through the shoulder at last. The bullet, now dripping with blood and suspended above his head, instead dropped to the floor as the Pistols returned to their master.

"So listen here. In 30 seconds, your dumbass of a boy-toy's gonna bleed to death if ya don't use your powers to plug his wounds. I didn't hit any organs, so it shouldn't be fatal unless you decide to ditch him. Still, I wonder if you'll be able to do all that 'n still manage to stop us from kicking your ass."
Mista spun his revolver around his index finger before locking eyes with Doomguy, All Might, and the pyronite Ben and giving them each a somber nod, going as far as a thumb up to the supposedly treacherous Toshinori.

And attack they did. Doomguy’s attacks managed to be blocked off for the most part by Mabel’s telekinesis, though as soon as he fired she began work on those wounds. Heatblast hit next, the fireballs landing right next to him as Roman groaned from the heat. Though…. Mabel didn’t have a look of worry on her face. In fact, once she finished closing up those wounds, a green swirling vortex of a portal opened up right under him and he fell through before Mabel stood up and faced the entire group.

“Hmm hmm… you’ve all done well. Though, I’m afraid that our little game ends here. Ciao~” Mabel chimed, and with a twirl of her hand, she had disappeared right as Baird’s and Woods’ shots were about to connect with her.

Once she disappeared, the room changed back into an empty warehouse with a single door on the end, leaving you all in there by yourselves to recollect your thoughts after the battle that just ensued. Well, for the most part, at least. As you all found yourselves in the room, you’d find that the black hoop had disappeared, though a small impish creature laid dead in the center. She slowly stirred awake with a groan before levitating in the air and floating over to all of you with a toothy grin.

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“Wow…” The imp commented as she idly floated in the air on her back. “You guys look like you’ve seen better days. Especially you.” She said before motioning over to All Might, still in his regular human form. “Like… man, you want me to get you a sandwich or something?” She asked before letting out a small chuckle and rising above all of you.

“Anyways… you guys probably didn’t come all the way out here for sightseeing, not that there’s much to see anyways. And judging by how beat up you all look… you came here looking for someone, didn’t you?” She asked, not seeming to be a threat… at least not yet.

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As Marie watched on- unable to lift herself off the ground- the Doomguy entered her vision, and lifted and threw All Might towards Mabel. It was an impressive display of strength, considering he was most likely under the same crushing weight she and everyone else was experiencing. Marie cracked a grin. Even under these circumstances, someone was able to overcome the oppressive weight and, fueled purely by empathetic emotions towards someone they had only recently met, deliver retribution to another they had only recently met for their crimes. It was astonishing.

However, she was still prone on the ground, unable to really tell what was going on, as two loud bangs signified the firing of a gun. Then, one of the craziest plot twists revealed itself as a voice, possibly belonging to the guy Marie assumed All Might must've shot, spoke. She recognized him as the guy with the cool bullet tricks. He seemed less than pleased, which was made more evident by the content of his speech. He had stopped his heart to fake his own death, and... thanked his pistols? But last she recalled, the guy only had one gun!

Then, he explained how Mabel's little friend was about to be dead. Clearly, he knew what he was doing as he presented the ultimatum. Marie would've never dared reveal her plan to her opponent, as it'd only give them time to formulate a counter. It'd be easier if they never knew what hit them. So it was a gutsy- but noticeably dramatic- move for pistol guy to reveal his ace. And then, he shot again. Mabel's cohort became bloody and heavily wounded within seconds, thanks to pistol guy's crazy bullet tricks.

And then Mabel just disappeared with him. Following soon after was the lifting of the immeasurable burden, and the disappearance of the evil dining hall. They were suddenly back in the room from before Star and Marco were actually evil. Minus, of course, Star and Marco. Strangely enough, a totally new figure was in the room with the group, instead. She was about as tall as Marie herself, dressed in a black-cyan-white style that made her look weirdly ancient and magical, and wearing a sort of crown which gave off the same ancient, magical feeling. The crown in particular seemed almost... forbidden. Comparable to black magic. But the lady herself seemed nice enough. More mischievous than malevolent.

Having the burden removed reminded Marie of just how much she took looking around and moving from place to place for granted. She stretched her arms and legs to an extend that seemed unnatural or unnerving for a creature who had bones. Marie, in actuality, had no bones to speak of, and the strange stretching motions were completely painless, and instead liberating, the same satisfaction a human would expect from stretching. Then, Marie walked up to the new girl, and asked, dodging the girl's own question, "You showing up just now is pretty suspicious, you know? But if you're a friendly, we don't have any qualms. You are a friendly, right?"

( thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore and all the other wonderful people in the @outskirts group)
 
All Might
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Location - Outskirts Warehouse | With - The Outskirts Group | Condition - Shattered rib, shattered knee, shattered pride

All Might seemed to ignore the dark imp’s comments about his physique – hell, he somehow seemed to have ignored the entirety of what had just transpired over the past few minutes – his shocked gaze fixed solely on Mista. He’d survived?! But how?! He’d been shot square in the forehead! After another moment of stunned staring, he eventually decided it didn’t matter so long as the young man was still alive, and he let out a ragged sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness… I was afraid I’d…” but his strained reply trailed off there. Yes, while it was true that the young mafioso had thankfully survived due to some power of his that the retired hero was unaware of, that didn’t change the fact that All Might had pulled the trigger anyway. Having a positive outcome didn’t change how guilty he was of that particular crime.

As the others dealt with this new creature, All Might proceeded to quietly tend to his wounds as best he could. He ripped a long strip of cloth from the end of his cape, using a portion of it to wrap up the gunshot wound in his right knee. He couldn’t stop a small grunt of pain from making its way past his gritted teeth, having aggravated his broken rib by bending forward like that. Still, he’d been beaten bloody and broken countless times before, so he knew this was something he could endure for the time being.

Once he’d bound his wound enough to stop the bleeding, All Might glanced around the warehouse for something he could use to splint his leg; a length of broken pipe or perhaps a piece of wood from a discarded pallet. Of course, the odds of something like that being within arm’s reach of him was quite low indeed.

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  • Delsin Rowe Location= Millennium City - Outskirts
    Mental Condition= Curious/Suspicious
    Physical Condition= Slightly Hurt
    Current Powerset= Video

    Interaction No date with the evil magic chick. Delsin can live with that. The room disappeared like Eugene's hardlight holograms and Mabel teleported the heck out of there. Guess she was too scared of the group's power...or she was just toying with them and got bored by now. Either way, they won, didn't they? In the magician's place however was a little demon looking thing. That was pretty suspicious if Delsin said so himself. This demon could've easily been a one of Toffee's pawns that Mabel to deal with the group. However, it was just as likely that she was a prisoner that Mabel harnessed for her powers. The Conduit chose to speak up to get some answers. He really hoped the demon wasn't evil. "Hey, little...girl. Do you know what's going on? There was this evil magic chick and this orange haired gangster here just a minute ago. You know them?"

    As Delsin awaited an answer he noticed the hero dude had turned back into a normal sized dude...but with a gunshot and broken leg. That was not good. He probably wouldn't be able to do jack until it was healed. That would me he would die, and there was just something about him that screamed out that he couldn't die yet. That there was some sort of heroic presence that couldn't be lost. Delsin always loved superheroes, and he got to be one... but this was a true to the page superhero in the suit and with an alter ego and everything. Delsin summoned a Video sword into his hand. This one was blunt and shouldn't dissipate, perfect for a splint. Delsin offered it handle first to the wounded man, "Uhm...Hero...Man...or whatever is your name...you need something for that leg of yours?"

    Notes Interacting With: Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes (All Might) thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore (Imp) @Outskirts Group
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    Italicized Colored= Internal Dialogue
    Bolded Colored= External Dialogue
    Delsin's Speech Color= #54ACD2
 
Sighing gently, Ambra shakes her nerves off, her body stiff from fear as she approaches Mista, placing a hand on his shoulder as soothing heat flows through his body, his wound regenerating fast enough that anyone watching could see the wound stitching itself shut in a matter of moments "You're quite fortunate the wound was not very deep, you could have been seriously hurt" she floats over to All Might, looking down at the scrawny man as she points the still crackling crystal of her staff at him "As for you..." she softens her gaze as a beam spreads between the staff and his wound, soft heat spreading through it as the bullet would be pushed out as she wound slowly began healing "Next time a little indication of your plan would go a long way"

She sighs and turns to the rest of the group, addressing some almost-naked imp creature, she turns her nose up at the thing and floats over to one side of the room, floating to the ground and checking herself over, her aches from her telekinetic shackling annoying her as she growls under her breath "How undignified"

Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore Haz. Haz.​
 
The imp floated over to Marie first, glancing over her with a small grin before letting out a small chuckle. “Well… I guess that you’ll just have to wait and find out!” The imp replied playfully as she smacked her small hand against Marie’s chin no more than twice and floating upwards.

Though, at Delsin’s comment, the imp’s smile would be replaced by one of slight annoyance as she floated over to him next. “Little girl? I’m no ‘little girl’.” Midna complained as she shoved her index finger into the teen’s chest. The smile soon returned, however, as she peered upwards in mocking thought and playfully tapped her chin. “I may know them… Though then again, maybe I don’t.” Her eyes would lock onto Delsin’s for a moment as she opened her mouth again.

“But you never answered my question, so either you guys are deaf or you’re just idiots.” She then floated away towards the ceiling before falling forward and resting her chin in her hands, peering down towards the rest of you with that same mischievous grin. “So how about I ask something that’s a bit simpler to understand. Does the name Toffee ring any bells?”

Meanwhile, All Might would actually find a broken pipe attached to the left wall, which happened to be pouring out water in case anyone was thirsty.

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Ben Tennyson
Status: Alive/Healthy/Bruised

Heatblast was really angry when his attack failed, but then.. Mista walked up. Alive. Unwounded. It was all a blur, but the gangster repeatedly shot Roman which gave an opening for an attack. Long story short, they gave him some pain. Intense burns and.. loads of bullet sounds. Hopefully the number wasn't related to four. The pyronite Ben went back to his human form and tried to actually like he hadn't gone crazy over the 'death' of his ally. "So.. are we gonna get out of h-" the boy was interrupted by the room folding back into the warehouse it was before. An imp showed up, and a few people asked questions. Ben just knew she wasn't on their side.. inside.. and turned back into Heatblast, getting in a fight pose similar to that of Doctor Strange. But... The imp asked the group about Toffee, as if she was after him as well.. So he got back into a normal pose. "Yes, we do. The guy wants us dead, how do you know him?"​
 
All Might
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Location - Outskirts Warehouse | With - The Outskirts Group | Condition - Feeling a lot better

All Might looked up at Delsin when he offered him the hilt of the blunt sword. He accepted and took the blade, offering the young man a small smile.

“Thank you, my boy. It’s All Might. I don’t believe I got your name, either,” he replied politely, though it would be clear to anyone that his mind was still dwelling on other matters. Even so, he set to work trying to splint his shattered knee with the sword and what remained of the cloth he’d ripped from his cape.

Before he could finish, however, that dark-priestess-looking woman floated over, her stern gaze softening slightly as she looked down on his pathetic form. She pointed her staff towards his wound, the crimson crystal within crackling with solar energy. He cringed slightly at the very abnormal feeling of a bullet being pushed out of his wound by healing flesh, but the feeling soon passed and he was left with nothing but a gentle warmth. Even his ribs felt better. Well, that certainly beat Recovery Girl’s old lady kisses.

All Might hung his head slightly as Ambra scolded him for not telling anyone of his plan beforehand.

“Yes, I’m sorry… It was sort of a ‘spur of the moment’ thing… Thank you,” he managed to reply before she floated off. He didn’t pursue her for a reply, though he did manage to slowly pull himself up to his feet once more. She didn’t seem like she enjoyed idle conversation anyway.

Besides that, there were others he needed to talk to first; Doomguy and Mista, first and foremost. He owed both of them an apology. Hell, he kind of owed everyone a massive apology for his plan gone wrong. Of course, now didn’t exactly feel like the right time for that. Their mission was not yet over, it seemed, and there was still this mysterious imp to deal with.

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Yuuki Yoshida
Outskirts
- Craving a Nap -

When all was said and done, Yuuki had just about enough of 'work' today. Mista had been faking his death all along, and Mabel had managed to escape with a severely wounded Roman. And after all that, Yuuki had never even got to put his plan into motion. Why did he even bother?

A lot of people seemed to be obsessing and worrying about All Might right now. Yuuki supposed it made sense given what he had just gone through. From the moment All Might had decided he was going to "team up" with Mabel, Yuuki hadn't quite been convinced. He had remembered back to what he said when they were fighting 'Star', about how they should watch their fire because they didn't know who they were shooting at. It didn't make sense for someone who cares about people so much to be a turncoat. In a way, All Might sort of reminded Yuuki of a more muscular Superman.

While that was happening, a little creature had just stirred from the inside of the warehouse that they found themselves back in. Yuuki also noted that there wasn't any goop, and while that made him curious as to where it came from, he was just thankful that he wasn't going to further ruin his already mucked up uniform.

The imp thing commented on how beat up and tired everyone looked. Yuuki wasn't impressed with her carefree attitude. "What, and we're supposed to believe that you're alright? We just saw you wake up from your nap over there."

She wasn't satisfied when no one answered her question, so she decided to name drop Toffee. That guy who could turn into monsters immediately dropped his guard and started playing along with her questions. Yuuki wasn't too sure she could be trusted yet. She seemed more than comfortable asking us questions, but when it was our turn she was very evasive in her answers.

"Not so fast, Human Torch," Said Yuuki to Heatblast, putting an arm out in front of him. Yuuki immediately regretted it as the sleeve of his uniform got singed from the sheer heat of his body, triggering a groan from Yuuki. "I wouldn't get too comfortable with her yet, we have no idea who or what she is." Speaking of comfortable, Yuuki shifted his sights back to the imp who seemed to be enjoying herself a bit too much. He imagined how confident she had to be to stand up to such a large group of people like themselves and talk to them that way. "So far, the only people we've met that know about Toffee are people trying to kill us. Just who are you, and how do you happen to know about Toffee?"

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

    It wasn't long until Mista revealed he wasn't dead, the bullet not going fully into his head. It was lodged in the front of his forehead, which even without anything special is possible. Lucky kid. He shot up Roman, making it so Mabel would need to keep all his holes lodged so he doesn't die. Which is entirely futile, really, internal bleeding is still a thing without hitting an artery, and when she stops plugging those holes? He can't fathom a doctor that could heal all that. Fortunately, Mabel seemed entirely oblivious to this, and Baird wasn't about to tell her. Once him and the other guy who's name starts with W, he thinks, actually fired after an odd delay, she disappeared with Roman. Their projectiles flying to the wall, the chandelier crashing to the vacant ground. Some of the debris flew towards Baird, causing him to lift his arm in front of his face. After a moment's silence, "Huh," he says, looking to where they used to be. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'll chalk that up to a win." He's more just glad it's over, though.

    Suddenly, Mabel's illusion disappeared, and they were left in an empty warehouse. In the middle was a floating... panda? It made several comments, ending on a question of their intent. He rubbed his stomach at her mention of sandwiches though. Damon looked towards All Might, he didn't look like he wanted to do anything he did, his words said the same. Still, what he did do... he could have killed the kid. Maybe that was the only reason they survived, but even then, would it have been worth it? The old man has experience with people doing what they feel is necessary at the expense of lives, and it's not like he's entirely innocent too. Still, that was at the extreme of situations, this? He didn't know. Damon made a note to avoid All Might for now, till he figures things out. At least he didn't really turn.

    The floating thing with a hat "answered" questions without actually answering them. This annoyed Baird very much. "Look, Skunky, it's been a long ass day and your not-answers are already tiring. Yeah, we know Toffee, he's the guy that wants us dead, so excuse us for wanting to ask our own questions first. We came here looking for him or a way to find him and only found those two assholes. Can you tell us where he is?"
 
Senor Pink
Industrial District
- Hardboiled -

Whether Holly was alright or not, Senor got up onto his feet and dusted off his clothes. Noticing his pacifier had fallen out of his mouth, Senor picked it up and without cleaning off the dirt, flipped it like a coin into the air and caught it in his mouth, giving it a nice suck for good measure.

Senor Pink could hear a scrawny businessman complaining about there being a dead end, and Senor could only sigh with pity. "A real man doesn't whine and complain when he's forced to come to a stop. We'll just have to find you another way out if you're so concerned with leaving."

Before he could see it, he had smelt it. A putrid stench that made him sick to his stomach like no soiled diaper ever could. Turning back, Senor could see a nine-headed lizard creature emerge from the darkness of an arena entrance. Its size and appearance reminded him of a Sea Beast, except Sea Beasts were mammals and could only live in the water, while this was clearly some sort of land reptile.

As soon as the creature began spitting some kind of acidic fluid from its mouth, Senor turned right back around, ran up to Rhys and wrapped one arm around him and then dived underground with his Sui Sui no Mi. He hadn't grabbed Holly as her jetpack hadn't seemed to be damaged during their collision. With that, she could probably get out of here faster than if he had carried her too.

Rather than go completely underground, Senor kept the upper half of his body aboveground as he swam with Rhys, as he wasn't sure he could hold his breath for as long as Pink could. So rather than go under the debris blocking the way, Senor decided to go over it as he swam up the arena wall to the spectator's stands and made his way further up. Any wall that he came across, Senor swam up it, until finally Senor and Rhys came to the exit.

Surfacing, Senor let go of Rhys and folded his arms as he usually did. "Are you alright, kid? You're looking a bit woozy."

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Midna let out a high pitched giggle as she saw the various members of the group grow more and more annoyed with her. “Heehee! Seeing you humans getting all riled up never ceases to amuse me!” The impish girl declared as she floated over to Yuuki and stood atop his shoulder with ease, proceeding to rest her elbow on the crown of his head soon after. “Now… as for how I know our monochromatic lizard friend… well, let’s just say that he’s someone who managed to get on my bad side. And from what the Dodongo-man over there said, it sounds like he managed to miff you guys quite a bit as well.” She said, pointing to Ben with her thumb as she said that last sentence.

At Baird’s question, the imp simply hopped off Yuuki’s shoulder and floated over to the old man, swatting the back of his hand with the palm of her hand moments later. “If I knew where he was, I wouldn’t be here talking to you idiots, would I?” She asked before doing a quick flip mid-air and landing on both feet. The imp then placed both hands on her hips and leaned forward with a snarky yet somehow condescending expression.

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“So… do you guys have any more questions for me?”

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