Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

[ManyFaces]

Spoiler: Wes Status and Inventory

Alive and Cautious

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Walking Cane- A fancy cane that makes the user 25% faster

Thulecite Club- A spiked club made of thulecite that cab summon shadowy tentacles

Blowdart Gun- A blowdart gun that can shoot an assortment of darts, including fiery molten ones

Balloonomancy- Can make infinite balloons... No one knows where they come from

Mime Magic- Making Invisible stuff with hand motions

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$900

Upon reaching his destination Wes already got bad vibes from the meat packing plant. Getting out of the van, Wes looked at the front. Even though it was stated to be abandoned he didn't want to rule anything out. The mime stood back as the others already started investigating the house. Perhaps some homeless people had taken resident? The mime really hoped that was all it was.
And seeing as Vonyish had discovered the door was unlocked the mime felt the urge to follow him. He seemed like a leader and like he was a warrior. So Wes decided to trail after him though not as confident. He looked around quickly with every few steps for a monster or traps, or well any homeless people.

Centurion_ Zerulu @Slaughterhousegroup

 

[GinkyGotBack]

Yuuki Yoshida
Slaughterhouse Interior
- Cautious -

The last thing Yuuki wanted to do after the last mission was to go on another one, but at least this one seemed easy enough so far. Plus, if Mista was going to be investigating the slaughterhouse too, it could make for a perfect opportunity to find out more about what he knows.

After the police officer had left them to their own devices, they all filed into the gloomy slaughterhouse. If they were going to find any missing people they'd have to get the lights back on in this place. Talking to no one in particular, Yuuki looked all around the room they found themselves in and said, "The officer told us they don't cut off power, which means there's got to be a working light switch somewhere in this place." Shrugging, Yuuki wandered off on his own, shouting over his shoulder, "So keep an eye out for that, I guess."

Yuuki decided everyone was a bit too packed to be able to find anything in good time, so he figured they'd cover a bit more ground if he went off on his own. That Vonyish guy was way too impatient to be of any use in this search, wanting to get this mission over with as soon as possible. Although, he supposed he could help a bit by setting off some traps for the rest of the group. That way at least, no one with half a brain would walk into them. Wow, that sounded mean now that Yuuki thought about it.

What caught Yuuki's and seemingly no one else's attention was the metal door at the end of the hall. Summoning Deep Purple, he used it to detonate oxygen particles in the air, making a floating fire in front of him to light the way. In order to keep this up, however, Yuuki would have to keep detonating oxygen particles. But then, it didn't seem like it would be a problem. So long as there was still oxygen in the room he'd be fine.

As he made his way to the metal door, Yuuki would keep an eye on the floor, looking for tripwires or pressure plates, stuff like that. He would've never had to worry about that fighting DIO's minions, but Yuuki had watched enough horror movies to know that places like this in situations like theirs were bound to have some hidden death traps. He wouldn't put it past whatever sicko had decided to shack up here to hide explosives and other deadly stuff all around this place.

Realizing he should've told the others this, Yuuki turned back and yelled out to the others. "Hey, you guys will probably want to keep an eye out for tripwire. I'd bet my Eddie Murray baseball card that someone left some killer surprises for us."

[ QizPizza Zerulu Professor Spacecakes Sleek Ferociousfeind ManyFaces June Verles marc122 domisunique FactionGuerrilla Haz. Centurion_ ]​

 

[Centurion_]

• Quest Information
• Content

• 
  
  
  The SLAUGHTERHOUSE Series:
  
  - Part I: The Puppeteer's Game
  
  - Part II: ███ ████
  
  - Part III: █████ ██████
  
  
  Quest Premise: Klaus has picked up several strange disturbances at a meatpacking factory in the Industrial District, he has asked for a group to head down there and check what's happening. What is causing the disturbance and why it is happening is unknown.
  
  Quest Participants:
  - Delsin Rowe ( QizPizza )
  - Vonyish ( Zerulu )
  - Dr Junkenstein ( Professor Spacecakes )
  - Jerome ( Sleek )
  - Holly ( Ferociousfeind )
  - Wes ( ManyFaces )
  - Cyrus ( June Verles )
  - Kobayashi ( marc122 )
  - Vhyjho ( domisunique )
  - Marcus ( FactionGuerrilla )
  - Mista ( Haz. )
  - Yuuki ( GinkyGotBack )
  
• 
  
  
  The light sources created by the group lit up the hallway, shining a light on what was in the cages...
  
  

  Spoiler

  

  
  Loads and loads of mannequins were positioned in the cages, all standing; watching the group travel down the hallway.
  Some of the mannequins were missing arms, those on the ground were missing a leg or two. A few of them were missing their heads.
  Every mannequin was unique in the way it was designed: they were all different...
  
  Some had blonde hair, some had brown hair.
  Some were male, some were female.
  Some were stained in blood, some were clean
  Some had things painted onto their faces, some had no facial features at all.
  Most importantly, some of them had these large metal contraptions on different parts of their bodies.
  They were not like armor, but more like torture devices that inflicted pain upon those who wore them.
  
  After what felt like an un-naturally long while of being watched, the group made it to the end of the corridor.
  The metal door automatically opened, a red light turning green and a bell was heard.
  Once the door was opened, the group was met with what appeared to be a decontamination room, the room was big enough for the whole group to fit into and by peering in, they were able to see a TV and a window.
  
  

  

  
  
  The factory intercom turns on, playing the sound of static for a couple of seconds before stabilizing.
  A monotone, deep voice could be heard over the intercom, it was evident that whoever was speaking was using a voice changer.
  "Congratulations heroes, it is time for your test. Step into the decontamination room to prove your worth."
  "Once you enter this room; you will play for your freedom, you either leave as a hero or you die because you were not ready."
  "If you choose to leave now, I would suggest that you give up on your goal of becoming a hero and live life as an innocent citizen..."
  "... Otherwise, you will take part in your own 'personal' game."
  
  "Enter the room and I will explain the rules of the game."
  The intercom cuts to static once more, until it turns off; leaving an awfully eerie silence.
  
  (Turn around or enter the room, I need to get confirmation posts because it will mean that your character is now subject to danger.)​

 

[Sleek]

• Jerome-092
• Equipment
• Mentions

• 
  
  
  
  
  Jerome sighed, shrugging his shoulders (something almost impossibly difficult to do for normal humans in MJOLNIR) as he slowly headed into the room.
  
  "Anyone who wants to go in, follow me. If someone decides to stay and wait, make sure someone is covering your six."
  
  He eyed the dolls. He'd seen enough magic and paranormal abilities to know that maybe those dolls are possibly dormant hostiles.
  
  "And if something happens, get ready to get out."
  
  Jerome said, before pressing on and activating his comms, trying to ping Libra HQ using his long-range encrypted comms.
  
  "This is Jerome-092. Have made contact with an unknown individual inside the warehouse, possible paranormal hostile situation. Request reinforcement and a priority transport, this might get ugly."
  
  He said, hoping the message got out as he opened a private channel for the rest of them to hear only, if they had comms units.
  
  "If they aren't jamming us, Libra should know. Until I get confirmation, move slowly and don't act stupid. We don't know what we're walking into."
  
  
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  Jerome-092: MJOLNIR MK IV, MJOLNIR MK VI, Spartan Augmentations (Passive), MJOLNIR MK IV (Commander Variant) (Equipped), Hydra MLRS (Equipped)
  
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  Jerome-092: Centurion_ @Slaughterhouse
  

 

[GinkyGotBack]

Yuuki Yoshida
Slaughterhouse Interior
- Anxious -

As Yuuki's Deep Purple made a fire out of thin air, he noticed that all of the cages were filled to the brim with lifeless, creepy mannequins. He didn't cry out, but a thin layer of sweat covered his brow as he came face to face with one to inspect it. "They're not alive, they can't be. This isn't some occult movie where dolls come to life."

And just as he said that the metal door had opened, revealing a metallic decontamination room, lit up with bright red lights.

The factory intercom turns on, playing the sound of static for a couple of seconds before stabilizing.
A monotone, deep voice could be heard over the intercom, it was evident that whoever was speaking was using a voice changer.
"Congratulations heroes, it is time for your test. Step into the decontamination room to prove your worth."
"Once you enter this room; you will play for your freedom, you either leave as a hero or you die because you were not ready."
"If you choose to leave now, I would suggest that you give up on your goal of becoming a hero and live life as an innocent citizen..."
"... Otherwise, you will take part in your own 'personal' game."

"Enter the room and I will explain the rules of the game."

Yuuki swallowed, maintaining his composure despite the eerie circumstances. Honestly, Yuuki hadn't been too interested in this case until he heard people had gone missing. He didn't know why, but something was nagging at him to find out what happened to them. And now, with this creep talking to them through the intercoms, that nagging feeling just wouldn't go away. Yuuki was currently the closest to the metal door, so he approached it before anyone else.​

Taking one step into the next room, Yuuki could hear a tiny voice in his head telling him to turn around and go home. But it was no use, he could barely hear that tiny voice over the yelling of an even louder voice saying, 'Find the truth no matter what.'

"We came here to find some missing people. This is the only door leading further into the building. I'm going in."

Yuuki took a second step into the room, entering it officially alongside the Spartan Jerome. After the second step came another, and another, step after step until there wasn't any turning back.

[ Centurion_ ]​

 

[Zerulu]

The marine looked back into the cages, he was disappointed since plain mannequins with missing limbs and stuff was so boring compared to what he saw back in his realm. The intercom turned on ad a red door opened, the intercom explained that they were part of a game and had the choice to either leave or go along and become heros. Vonyish knew he was a champion and had nothing to prove, but the others would need him.

He eagerly stepped in, waiting for what was to be next.

Centurion_ @slaughterhouse

 

[marc122]

KOBAYASHI-SAN​

Inventory

• Smartphone
• Revy’s Cloned Beretta 92FS

Money: $300
Abilities

• The capability to program in Python. Duh.
• Turning into a fire-breathing dragon. Rawr!
• Mirai's blood powers. Oops, now I have anemia.

Status
Perfectly fine!

As I expl--

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!

Wh--wgh-wwhat the fcu--what what the hell is that?! Just...just mannequins, standing in cages wa--wa--watching us like they're surveilance camera...and just to make it worse, they have blood over some of them, too... Oh my goodness, does it ever end? Does it?! DOES IT?! N--No, please..! I don't want the torture, but at the same time, I have to go in strong..! It's...it's going on like it's never gonna end...please...hopefully there is an end to this..! And for that, PLEASE be an end to this madness..!

...

O--O--O--Oh, thank god, there's en end to the whole madness...I almost thought that it truly was never gonna end in the first place, if at all...wh--wha..what's that..? A metal door opening by itself with a red light turning green and a bell..? Uh...I--I pull out my Beretta 92FS, aiming it into the room, as I began to hear a telecom message...

"Congratulations heroes, it is time for your test. Step into the decontamination room to prove your worth."
"Once you enter this room; you will play for your freedom, you either leave as a hero or you die because you were not ready."
"If you choose to leave now, I would suggest that you give up on your goal of becoming a hero and live life as an innocent citizen..."
"... Otherwise, you will take part in your own 'personal' game."

"Enter the room and I will explain the rules of the game."​

​

I gulped. Then I looked towards Cyrus and stuck close with him, s--saying,

"Cyrus, I--I don't feel well here..."

June Verles Centurion_ @Slaughterhouse

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Holly - full

Unfortunately, Steve had already left by the time Holly had remembered to ask. So she was forced to take a serious gamble. Did anyone technically own this building? She gulped, instincts screaming against her movements, as she walked towards the open door. She closed her eyes shut and clenched her fists, expecting some sort of retribution for her crime, but none came. Perhaps it was a delayed reaction? No, Holly felt fine. This meant either it didn't count as a building somehow, or nobody owned it. She took the helmet from under her arm and slid it onto her head.

However, the thought definitely did not reassure Holly in any form, as she took notice of the grisly display directly behind the door. Mannequins. Dozens of them. They were in differing states of wear, some covered in a viscous, red substance, some missing limbs. She thought she saw one of them move their head to follow the group's movements, but it seemed to be a false alarm. Already, she was not liking where this was going.

As the group approached the only remaining way to go- towards a metal door next to a red light- the light turned green and the door slid open. Holly lifted an arm instinctively, but nothing came out of the door. Well, except a voice. One that had been electronically altered. It beckoned "heroes" into the "decontamination" room. A second time, her instincts called out, telling her not to enter. Something the drill sergeant burns into the minds of every prospecting LEPrecon officer.

However, there were kidnappings here, Holly couldn't let that go uninvestigated. If the group wanted to get to the bottom of this, they would have to play by the voice's rules. Through the suit's speakers, Holly announced, "I'm not exactly happy with these arrangements, but we have to get to the bottom of this, right?"

And with a heavy thud, Holly walked into the decontamination room.

( Centurion_ @slaughterhouse folk)

 

[Zerulu]

Elise noticed there wasn't any way to get into the bank without taking down bowser and Eggman, she was frustrated by this, so she decided to change he really objective to something more helpful for the team. She hooked her baton back onto her belt and rushed to where the fight was, she noticed that Castle out of the lot seemed to have been hit down his left arm and chest, of he continued to fight like this he is putting himself at risk.

She rushed over near him, taking cover, "Hey, skull soldier!" She called out to Castle, still not knowing his name, "You are hurt but I think you know that, what I need you to know I you have to let me help you. If you continue to fight wounded you could hurt yourself!" She continued to call out to him, explaining the risk of fighting wounded. If he did comply Elise wouldn't be able to perform a full surgery on him but she could get his arm better.

In preparation for his cooperation, of he did cooperate that is she opened up her tactical punch that was on her waist, pulling out some tweezers and bandages that could do the trick quickly in the midst of a battle.

BarrenThin2

 

[Professor Spacecakes]

Dr. Junkenstein

Location - Gideon Meatpacking Plant | With - Slaughterhouse Group | Condition - Excited!

Not surprisingly, Dr. Junkenstein’s grin didn’t falter once even as he saw the unsettling contents of the animal pens. Oh, how adorable! Someone went through the trouble of decorating! It was a bit haphazard, but the good doctor could appreciate where they were going with the mannequins. They were either practice or a warning. Either way, it amounted to a preview of things to come. That thought alone pulled another disturbingly chipper giggle from him. Whoever this was, he liked their style!

He listened with the others as the mysterious voice gave a brief description of what was to come. It didn’t seem possible, but Dr. Junkenstein’s wild grin widened even more. He scoffed lightly at the mention of ‘heroes,’ but the rest seemed quite intriguing indeed.

“Ah, was für ein Spaß! A game!” he exclaimed cheerily as though he’d been invited to an innocent game of checkers. The doctor then hobbled past all those who held onto some reservations about entering, slipping himself into the decontamination chamber without an ounce of hesitation. “Hurry along now, meine Freunde! You’ll not find those kidnapped people by standing out here and twiddling your thumbs!”

( Centurion_ , @SlaughterhouseGroup)​

 

[BarrenThin2]

From where Frank was in cover, he vaguely heard someone speaking to him over his shouting. Ducking back into cover with deep, heavy breaths that caused the pain in his ribs to intensify, but he knew he needed to take to remain conscious, he looked around for the source before his eyes rested on Elise, who appeared to be getting ready to try to do some sort of field first aid. His scowl turned into a grimace as he looked down at his limp arm. A few moments of silence passed before he shook his head and continued firing, though his footing was becoming increasingly unsteady; Castle had fought through much worse, but that was, to at least some degree, because he'd been in a much worse situation. In a sense, having allies nearby kicked back on the sense that failure meant certain death mindset he'd had during the fight with Daken that had psuhed him through so many otherwise fatal wounds. After a moment, he stepped back into cover and leaned on the wall. Reluctantly, he tilted his head, calling Elise over and holding an arm out. The bullets had pretty plainly gone straight through his arm, fortunately missing anything tremendously vital, but he was still losing a fair amount of blood. "Name's Frank, or... the Punisher, if you're gonna give me a stupid fucking nickname," Castle glowered at her before getting lower to the ground and raising his arm. "Make it quick. We don't have all day, and the fight isn't stopping for our wellness check."



Zerulu​

 

[FactionGuerrilla]

• Frank Woods
• Sophitia Alexandra
• Marcus Holloway
• Live Status
• Interactions

• 
  This time around Woods wasn't as horribly left behind in the brawl as he had been back in Toffee's giant-ass dining room. In fact, he felt more than mentally ready for everything- likely thanks to his own personal ability to telepathically communicate with others. This meant that coordinating would be pretty easy to do especially with distance not being a limit whatsoever. In fact, he could also read every single person on his team's actions and thoughts- sure, it was kind of a privacy invasion, but it made tactical decisions on his end much easier. With this much Intel at the tips of his brain... Man, he could probably actually be a strategist for once without having to go through some overly complicated meta shit like Hudson would.
  
  Shilo was definitely a great sight for sore eyes, too, since he knew just how well she worked with his own personal tactics. The other soldier-like man- Frank Castle, from what Woods could gather through thoughts- was currently wounded, but still wanted everyone to go after Turtle Freak despite his heavy injuries. Yeah, that wasn't about to happen. Whilst Agent Saga disappeared into thin air, quickly catching the Marine's attention with a whistle, he knew it was best not to betray her plan, either- he instead decided to utilize his mental capabilities to try and tell people what was going on with his ally so they didn't need verbal explanation and potentially fuck her plan up by doing so.
  
  Keep these shit stains busy- the girl's goin' after the hostages! The CIA operative declared through all allies' brains- whether that was too jarring or not wasn't his concern, what was happened to be beating down these tanky idiots. His M16A3 was already out as he quickly began flanking off to Egghead's right side, separating himself from everyone else just like Castle. However, unlike Castle he didn't bother getting into cover just yet- he stuck close to a nearby pile of rubble just in case he needed to duck off, but let himself be exposed to try and incentivize drawing attacks towards himself. With that weird-ass regenerating thing he had figured out earlier, Frank had a hunch that he himself could take a few blows and shrug them off like nothing. Pain wasn't something he was unfamiliar to, after all.
  
  "Hey, fatass! You're shedding some weight there, whether you like it or not!" The Marine jeered as he fired a 40mm HE round at the robotic minigun arm just like Castle. But before the grenade would reach the robot's projectile-deflecting systems, Woods pulled the trigger on his automatic AR, shooting the grenade itself and airbursting the explosive so the blast radius would still be somewhat effective. Not quite as good as a direct hit, no, but if that 40mm round was deflected altogether there wouldn't be any use at all.
  
• 
  Sophitia bit down on her tongue as the turtle proceeded to get up from the beating everyone gave him. It would take more than just a few swipes to down him, to say the very least- as the giant quickly lunged at the talking skeleton, a fish-based woman proceeded to get the latter out of the way before using her spear to attack. It wasn't effective, but it gave an armored man enough time to apparently fly up into the ceiling, motioning with a strange "living" melee weapon. She could understand sign language pretty decently, so the hand gesture was completely comprehended by the Athenian Greek. She began flanking around to a place where the space below Doomguy was between Bowser and her, Omega Sword and Elk Shield still flowing with energy and the former sparking with lightning, as she called out to the giant. Once more, she would act as bait for her allies.
  
  "Look over here, thief!" The holy warrior called out, slamming her Omega Sword into the ground once more. This time, the electricity from the resulting slam would flow forwards towards Bowser, likely electrifying him as long as he didn't address her and try a bull rush. If he did finally go after her with a melee attack, she'd be able to deflect it with her holy shield. The only issue was if he didn't go after her- in which case, it would be up to Undyne.
  
• 
  Marcus wasn't quite surprised by all the creepy decorations. Poor lighting? Check. Creepy furniture? Check. Place where there was killing? Check. Well, maybe that last one was kinda a stretch- it was only an animal slaughterhouse- but it was close enough. And the ominous voice was certainly a cherry on top. There was no way he wasn't going to investigate this- if the guy was a threat to this Millennium City, Marcus wasn't gonna sit around and twiddle his thumbs. Some mad scientist declared they wouldn't be able to do anything if they simply sat around and stayed outside- and the Germanish dude was certainly right.
  
  "Amen to that, man. Let's get to the bottom of this thing and make sure there ain't no terrorists running around this slaughterhouse, game or not," The DedSec hacker declared. Before going into the room ahead, he quickly tried to at least scan the intercom that the voice had been using, trace it to a place that he could pinpoint and/or navigate to later. Wherever that broadcast came from would probably be very important in locating the baddies that ran this place.
  
  "Game on, pally."
  
• 
  Location: All over the place
  Condition: IN COMBAT/IN COMBAT/Healthy
  Emotion: Bold/Courageous/Alert
  Current Inventory: M16A3 Customized + Underbarrel M320, 40mm Shotgun + 40mm HE rounds, Flak Jacket/Omega Sword (Charged) + Elk Shield/Smartphone, 2EZ Taser, Thunder Ball, IEDs, Shock Charges, Nano Rifle, Quadcopter, RC vehicle
  Current Powers: Telepathy/Critical Edge/Invisibility, Dead Silence
  Currency: $800/$1200/$350
  
• 
  Direct Mention:
  Woods: Quest NPCs thatguyinthestore , Bank Characters
  Sophitia: Quest NPCS thatguyinthestore
  Marcus: Quest NPCs Centurion_
  Indirect Reference:
  Woods: Shilo Nightwisher , Castle BarrenThin2
  Sophitia: Papyrus T The Man With No Name , Undyne Sleek , Doomguy Critic Ham
  Marcus: Slaughterhouse Participants
  

 

[Zerulu]

Elise quickly scrambled over to him, also hearing that his name was Frank and his alias was The Punisher? "Ill stick with Frank, and I'm Elise." She said with a polite grin on her face as she applied alcohol wipes to clear the wound than raised her tweezers and inserted them into the numerous bullet holes pulling out any shrapnel left behind. After it looked all good she placed her tweezers on the floor and pulled out her bandages, she started to wrap it around the part of his arm that was damaged, eventually she thought the amount of bandage was suffice and cut it off from the roll.

She also placed a small clip into the end of the bandage on his arm so it stuck on. "Now, we'll get your chest sorted out later, and hopefully your attitude." She looked up at him with a gleeful smile, she was desensitised to people with shitty attitudes as she has encountered them plenty of times. "Now you can get back out there." She gave him a friendly tap on the shoulder before she started to pack her medically equipment back up.

BarrenThin2

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Papyrus’ bone attack really didn’t do much at all, as the bone simply bounced off of the Egg Dragoon’s arm without much consequence. So much so, in fact, that Eggman didn’t even seem to notice.

On Bowser’s side of things, the malicious turtle stood up once more and sneered in Luigi’s direction after his apparent transformation into Mr. L. “Pbbbbbbfffft… once a wimp always a wimp! You ain’t nothin’ but Mario’s wimpy brother!” Bowser taunted before quickly sucking under his shell at the sight of his thunder blast, said blast leaving a dark singe on the spot where it landed. Once that occurred, Bowser leapt up into the air and slammed down on his butt, threatening to land on Mr. L and Sophia in the process!

Marie’s splatterscope appeared to do some damage, however, as when she fired it the ink landed in his minigun and temporarily jammed it! Eggman shouted as he slammed a fist down against the control panel in front of him. This managed to distract Eggman long enough for Frank to fire his beam’s towards Eggman himself. As he predicted, the beams themselves were nowhere near powerful enough to penetrate the glass, though with Eggman distracted he managed to get blinded by their brightness long enough for All Might to chuck Revy up there. However, as she soared through the air, Revy found herself quickly descending before she reached the cockpit!

“...son of a bitch.” Revy sighed as she rapidly descended to the ground. It appeared as this was the end for the gunslinger, but right as she was about to collide against the pavement, what appeared to be a giant orange hand caught her in its palm! Those of you who looked to see the origin of the mysterious hand would find that it was none other than the imp from earlier!

“Heehee… sorry I showed up so late!” Midna exclaimed before reeling her hair-arm back and chucking Revy up at the Doctor. Revy managed to land right on top of the robot, to which she stood up and aimed both pistols downwards.

“Surprise, Egg-Bitch!” She shouted and, before Eggman could react, Revy shot the glass with both pistols as many times as she possibly could! This, combined with the punch from All Might and the grenades from Woods, sent it tumbling down to the ground like a tree, with Eggman falling out soon after.

“BAAAAAH!!! Curses!! First, that meddling hedgehog ruins all my schemes, and now you imbeciles do as well!!!” Eggman exclaimed as he slammed his comically oversized gifts against the ground, with Midna floating over to him with a quiet chuckle.

“Well… looks like you got scrambled, huh?” Midna joked in a nonchalant manner, much to Eggman’s annoyance.


Now all that was left was Bowser.​

 

[BarrenThin2]

Frank never once flinched, though his sweat and the look in his eyes betrayed how much pain he was in. It was nothing new, of course; Castle had been patching himself up from wounds like this for almost a decade at this point. That didn’t change that pulling shrapnel from one’s arm was a highly unpleasant experience. At the very least, though, it made breathing easier, because he was so focused on that, he almost didn’t notice the shooting pain that accompanied anything more than a shallow gasp. Thankfully, judging by the fact that he was still conscious and able to breathe at all, it was unlikely his lung had been pierced. By the time Elise was done, though, he looked restless beyond belief. “Thanks for the patch up, but I’m not gonna fix my attitude for even a second until these guys are the ground.“ Castle started to turn around to fire at the robbers, but, if one listened very closely as he hesitated, they might have heard a more sincere ‘thank you’ muttered under his breath.

As Castle leaned out of cover, things didn’t seem to be going tremendously well initially. Bowser had been badly burned, but was about to crush a couple of their allies, including the short Italian guy from earlier. Couldn’t let that happen. Castle fired a repulsor beam at Bowser’s upper torso, hoping the force of the blast would knock the airborne Bowser of balance, even onto his back a few feet away from the small, squishy people he was about to turn to mush under his giant rear end. On the other side of the battlefield, Castle heard a mighty crashing sound. Eggman’s robot had fallen, and Eggman had come tumbling out. An almost triumphant light flashed in Castle’s eyes. “Heavy hitters, focus Bowser! Again, come at him from the front and the sides; he can only defend himself from so many directions! Stay clear of the shell and aim for his head or the back of his neck!“ Castle was more or less operating on turtle rules at this point.

His orders given, the vigilante’s expression hardened as he looked at the prone man. Running quickly from cover, Castle closed into melee with the man while Bowser was distracted and moved to grab him with his gloved hand. The hand that was stronger than usual. “Last mistake. I’m gonna guess Sonic is the powered fuck that you’re used to fighting. Well, I ain’t him.“ If nothing prevented him from doing it, Castle would lift him to his feet by his shirt so that the caster on the back of his wrist was pointed at Eggman’s head, and fire. He had every intention of killing the man, with malice in his heart; Eggman had fired a high explosive in a metropolitan city, not to mention firing it at his group and robbing a bank. There was no mercy in Castle’s heart regarding the man.

thatguyinthestore Zerulu @bank @mobile tags​

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Tohru Adachi
Location- Bank
Status- Annoyed

Adachi watched as the egg shaped moron fell to the floor and smirked a little. Of course he didn't really do anything to bring him down, but it was still satisfying to watch him fall. He looked at Bowser and furrowed his eyebrows a bit. "I hate getting wrapped into stuff like this..." He groaned and walked towards Bowser as Yu helped some kid in green. The mutatated turtle atroscity was in the air about land on some people. He tapped the muzzle of his revolver against his head thinking of a plan. He sighed and called out his Persona.
"Persona!"
He sent it towards Bowser but kept it on the ground he nonchalantly looked at the two under Bowser.
"Hey you two might wanna move before you get squashed."
He then positioned Magatsu-Izanagi on the floor next to where Bowser will land. It pulled its blade back getting ready to thrust it straight into Bowser's side as soon as he lands.​

thatguyinthestore T The Man With No Name @bankgroup
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[Ferociousfeind]

Marie - healthy

Fortunately, Marie's shot actually did something. It halted the deadly hailfire from that Splatling-like weapon, and opened the window for others to overwhelm Dr. Eggman, quickly bringing about his defeat. This was a good development, and it meant the group was back to square one- the lizard king Bowser. It also meant that Marie could save her three Inkstrikes for later, when she would really need them. So then, how was she going to help deal with Bowser? There was no need for a change in plan- a shot of ink to the eyes would work just fine.

And so, that was what Marie did. She held onto the trigger of the Splatterscope until it beeped satisfactorily, indicating a second full charge, and aimed for Bowser's eyes. As soon as he stood still for more than a second, Marie would be able to release the trigger, firing the charged ink towards the Koopa King. She couldn't tell for sure just yet wether or not its acidic properties would cause the king any additional issues, nor if it would be a bother to him at all. But if the previous shot was of any indication, Bowser would quickly be in deep trouble if Marie's shot connected.

However, as Marie waited, another issue unveiled itself. How many more charges were stored on the Splatterscope? Without an ink tank, it surely wouldn't be able to fire much longer. So when this mission was over, that'd be her next course of action.

( thatguyinthestore @bank mission folk)

 

[Zerulu]

Elise was pleased with Castle's response, a thank you, even if muttered still meant a fair amount to her. She hooked her medical bag onto her utility belt and peered from cover to see what was happeneing, it seemed they had managed to topple the robot and get eggman out of it. Elise didn't bother to see what happened after, she just kept her head down and waited for anyone to call for medically assistance, since that's all she would be good for in this situation.

BarrenThin2 @InjuredBankBoys

 

[Nightwisher]

• Shilo Saga
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  ~Shilo Saga~
  Location: Bank
  Inventory: 2 Katar, 6 throwing knives, 1 Bowie knife, 1 Glock .45
  Power: Light Control
  Mood: Focused
  Condition: Healthy​
  Shilo walked around the perimeter of the bank, her movements quick. She took more time peering into the windows to check for hostages or any sign of life at all than she did actually moving from window to window. She was a little more than just a bit annoyed, and disappointed, to find nothing of consequence. Though it was odd, the assassin didn’t have much time to dwell on it. She needed to make it back to the rest of the group and help with the fighting if she could. The raven haired woman stepped away from the building, feeling her grip on the light failing, she flickered back into sight. Luckily enough, the enemy seemed pretty well distracted by everyone else.
  
  Shilo ran straight for Woods, shaking her head. “I didn’t see shit in there.” She reported. “Probably best to just get rid of these guys and go.” There was no need to waist more time than what was absolutely necessary. They all had better things to do than fight off a bunch of childhood villains. The woman pulled out the Glock she had recently bought, figuring it was going to do more damage than a couple of silver knives, and turned her attention away from Woods and to scene before her-- just as Eggman’s robot fell.
  
  Without hesitation she aimed her gun at Bowser, just as she heard Castle call for the heavy hitters to do so. Just like she was used to, she was ahead of the curve. She aimed high, looking to hit the turtles eyes or the more vulnerable parts of his body, considering she still had a much weaker weapon compared to those around her. Had to make due with what you got. She pulled the trigger twice. “You know, I’ve never had to use a lot of firepower before,” Shilo said, keeping her aim on Bowser as she spoke to Woods. “Now, kind of pissed I didn’t bring a bigger gun.” She would have to make another stop by Blackjack’s shop once they got back to Libra base.
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  Interactions: Frank Woods ( FactionGuerrilla ) and Bowser ( thatguyinthestore )
  Mentions: Frank Castle ( BarrenThin2 ) and the rest of the Bank group

 

[Professor Spacecakes]

All Might

Location - Bank | With - Bank Robbery Response Team | Condition - Just a scratch

Once Eggman’s robot was taken care of, All Might immediately started off to help take care of Bowser as ordered. Before he’d taken more than a few steps towards the fire-breathing monster, however, he caught sight of Castle making his way over to the fallen villain out of the corner of his eye. What was he doing? The man was already defeated. Surely the police could take care of arresting him now that he was disarmed.

Much to the retired hero’s chagrin, he watched as his ally aimed what he was sure was a weapon at their helpless foe’s head. He acted immediately, almost before he had the chance to think, and sprinted over to Castle’s side as quickly as his legs could manage. A vice-like grip encapsulated the Punisher’s forearm, and he would find his aim diverted safely down to the ground by the time he got the chance to fire. If he looked up at All Might in that moment, he’d doubtlessly notice that the hero's eternal smile had disappeared from his face, replaced with a none too pleased grimace.



“A murderer is no different from a villain,” he warned in a deceptively calm tone, though a man like Castle would have no trouble detecting the underlying threat; do this, and you become my enemy.

( thatguyinthestore , BarrenThin2 , @BankGroup)​

 

[DapperDogman]

All Might
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Location - Bank | With - Bank Robbery Response Team | Condition - Just a scratch

Once Eggman’s robot was taken care of, All Might immediately started off to help take care of Bowser as ordered. Before he’d taken more than a few steps towards the fire-breathing monster, however, he caught sight of Castle making his way over to the fallen villain out of the corner of his eye. What was he doing? The man was already defeated. Surely the police could take care of arresting him now that he was disarmed.

Much to the retired hero’s chagrin, he watched as his ally aimed what he was sure was a weapon at their helpless foe’s head. He acted immediately, almost before he had the chance to think, and sprinted over to Castle’s side as quickly as his legs could manage. A vice-like grip encapsulated the Punisher’s forearm, and he would find his aim diverted safely down to the ground by the time he got the chance to fire. If he looked up at All Might in that moment, he’d doubtlessly notice that the hero's eternal smile had disappeared from his face, replaced with a none too pleased grimace.

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“A murderer is no different from a villain,” he warned in a deceptively calm tone, though a man like Castle would have no trouble detecting the underlying threat; do this, and you become my enemy.

( thatguyinthestore , BarrenThin2 , @BankGroup)​

Sighing, the moody looking young man approaches All Might, taking out his pistol and aiming it at Eggman's head "So what? We let him continue committing crimes?" the young man asked, his eyes fixed on the hero "We let him pay off heroes like you, so even if someone catches him, he walks free from jail in a few years?" he chuckles quietly as he glares up at the muscular hero "Either you're far too optimistic, or you're just as corrupt as the heroes I used to work with..." with his last word, he aims his gun at All Might "So which is it? You hoping he'll see the error of his ways and reform, or do you know full well he won't stay in prison, because he'll bribe his way to freedom?"

His other hand tensed in preparation for the heroes attack, knowing full well his immense strength and relatively simplistic fighting style. He'd seen heroes like this before, in the comics he was called The Behemoth, normally a scrawny man, who became immensely strong when he had to fight crime. If only the hero the comics were based on wasn't a scumbag that liked abusing and killing prostitutes.
"This is not the time to fight, but if you want to join their side, it might be best to do it while that oversized snapping turtle is still kicking"

BarrenThin2 Professor Spacecakes thatguyinthestore @Bank group​

 

[ghxstfreak]

Ben Tennyson
Status: Alive/Healthy/Bruised

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks, but I gotta kick some fire-turtle butt!" Ben yelled, forgetting the Omnitrix was out of power, and ran towards the turtle. He tried to go Kid-Ink and climb up Bowser's shell, but it obviously didn't work. The boy slammed against the shell before backing up. Ben watched and realized that if everyone else's attacks weren't working, his kicks and punches wouldn't do a thing. As he was backing up, he saw Marie's Inkstrike. "Hey, can't really be an alien right about now, mind tossing me one of those things?" He asked, turning his head towards the small squid girl. "Thanks!"

@Bank Ferociousfeind Sayo-Nara​

 

[BarrenThin2]

Castle wasn't exactly surprised when someone diverted his aim. It would be fair to say he had some suspicions that someone in the group, likely All Might, would object to how he did things. It was, after all, the exact reaction he'd dealt with on more than one occasion back home. What was surprising, and, as far as he was concerned, not in a good way, was the fact that somebody came to back him up. The kid from earlier that had saved his ass from being blown to bits by a missile. Not only that, but he'd escalated it to pointing the gun right at All Might, something that actually made Castle's scowl drop into a look of concern.



"What the hell are you doing, kid? Back the fuck off. Put the gun down before you get hurt." Castle had never been a fan of people trying to edge in on his war. After all, he saw himself as every bit as bad as the people he hunted, so inviting copy cats was just inviting more people to hunt. Without waiting for a response, Castle turned his head back to All Might and looked the hero over for a few seconds. He didn't just get Captain America, I-only-kill-when-necessary vibes from All Might, he got the proper Spider-Man, I'll-never-kill-anyone vibes. The kind that really tended to throw a monkey wrench in what he was doing. On top of that, no matter how skilled Castle was, he'd never get the killing blow on Eggman while All Might had his glove locked down like this, and, even if he did manage to kill the scientist, it would just turn one cornerstone of this group on him, potentially trouncing him out of the group to deal with this new, strange place on his own. Castle was thinking pragmatically at this point. Survival instincts. He'd have to play nice in this group... at least, while people were watching.

After a few tense seconds, Castle moved away and tried to pull his arm free. "Whoever said I wasn't either of those things? Fine. I won't kill him. Yet. For all I know, the police here will actually take him in and keep him in." Frank shrugs. "If he gets out to hurt anyone else, though... It's on you. Not me." His scowl having returned, Castle looked the much larger man in the eye without one hint of fear in his eyes, despite his knowledge that fighting the much larger man was a lost cause. Of course, that didn't mean that, assuming All Might would, in fact, release him, he didn't deck the scientist in the face with his gauntleted hand. Had to vent at least a little bit.

DapperDogman Professor Spacecakes thatguyinthestore​

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Marie - healthy
Splatterscope | 2x Canned Inkstrike

Marie turns at the sound of Ben being oblivious and rushing towards Bowser recklessly. She watched him smack his watch cluelessly, and gawk at the lack of a response from it. It had forcefully transformed him back into a human for a reason, most likely as a "low battery" warning. She chuckled at his misfortune, before hearing his request. "Yes, catch!" she said, tossing a can in his direction, "Pop the can open, select a location, and make sure you get out of the blast zone!"

Whenever Ben decided to open the can, it would suddenly expand (in the same manner a can of worms explodes outward) until from the can came a back-mounted rocket launcher, and a touchscreen. On the screen was a radar map of the immediate area. If he then decided to actually select a location before the time that could be seen in the upper-right corner of the touchscreen ran out, the missile mounted on the launcher would fire off, spraying ink behind it as it climbed in altitude.

A few seconds later an icon would appear approximately where Ben had selected, and a few seconds after that, the warhead slams into the ground, and unleashes a blast of ink, enough to totally cover everything within several meters of the epicenter of the blast. That is, if he followed the instructions correctly.

( thatguyinthestore ghxstfreak please do re-describe the events that unfold, if you may)

 

[Professor Spacecakes]

All Might

Location - Bank | With - Bank Robbery Response Team | Condition - Just a scratch

Satisfied with Castle’s answer – for now – All Might released his arm when the man attempted to pull it free from his grasp. He wouldn’t have stopped him if he decided to slug Eggman a few times, so long as it didn’t get out of hand. Besides, he had more pressing matters to deal with, it seemed.

All Might turned to face the young man who’d approached the two of them during their little altercation, staring unflinchingly down the barrel of the gun. This boy’s words echoed those of the Hero Killer Stain, whose infectious ideology caused the public at large to start questioning the morals of the heroes they depended on; the ideology that inspired countless villains to rise up from the loam and fight for his cause. Unlike Stain, however, this boy clearly did not find All Might to be ‘worthy.’

“A true hero’s duty is not to serve as judge, jury, and executioner to those who would do harm to others. It is to protect life to the best of our abilities. Kill a murderer and the number of murderers in the world does not change. We cannot allow the cycle of death and vengeance to continue by sinking to that level ourselves. I do not know this man, but I will not deny him the opportunity to reform. Everyone has the potential to change.”

Even me?

All Might almost couldn’t stop himself from flinching slightly as All For One’s voice nagged in the back of his head once more. His fists clenched at his sides. He wouldn’t dignify the specter with an answer. His arch nemesis was locked away in the deepest bowels of Tartarus, sustained by countless tubes and wires, unable to move so much as a finger without countless turrets training on him to shoot him down. He would be locked away down there to rot for the rest of his life. For the rest of his unfairly long life…

All Might turned from the two, the tattered remains of his cape fluttering behind him with the motion.

“If he escapes, the responsibility will be mine, and mine alone. If he dares to conspire to hurt anyone in this city again, I will be here… And I will break him once more.”

And with that, the old hero started his way back towards where the others were still fighting Bowser.

( DapperDogman , BarrenThin2 )​