Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

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    When the group got back, and were told that they had encountered Toffee, Snake's general stoic expression deepened into a scowl. Not only did the whole group look like they just finished a war, from what he could hear, they hadn't even won. As a 'newbie', like the racoon had called him, he realized his gear had been stripped. He was down to jungle fatigues and his pistol.
    As he walked to the area where 'Blackjack' was, he considered his options. That Sneaking Suit he had found in Grozynj Grad would definitely come in handy. Before he lost contact and was 'pulled', Snake had been able to parse the specs for the suit from Sigint.

    The advanced composition of the suit and its darker tones gave him a bonus to camo in any area, and even some resistance to damage. It also reduced the strain of stamina on his being by half or so. The thought helped to lift the corners of his mouth into a half smile as he approached the 3-D printer in the area. Something like this would've come in handy during Operation: Snake Eater, even with the money constraint. He could've just frisked soldiers he encountered for money.

    He inserted some money, and punched a few commands in, surprised when it gave him exactly what he wanted. It didn't take him long to slip it on and then print two more things. A suppressor with a very high tolerance and sound rating for his pistol, and a stun baton. Looking at the specs made him smile. It automatically adjusted its voltage to stun opponents, going from 150 to 1,000,000 volts if need be to non-lethally take out foes. He did note that the tool was short and he'd have to get right on top of them to do anything.

    After getting all of his gear, he returned to the main area, and sat on a seat, whittling the notch on his gun a little finer with his combat knife. If this...'Toffee' was anything like they said he was, then he'd have to be in 100% condition. leaving the city to him was not an option. Like Snake Eater, it was do or die.
 
Yuuki Yoshida
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Yuuki stood in the decontamination room and listened closely to the rules they were given. They seemed simple enough, but Yuuki had to wonder what these challenges were and how difficult they could be if they were in danger of starving to death. When the sleeping gas started to pour into the room Yuuki made no attempt to stop it. He might have been able to use Deep Purple to solidify the air around his head to keep him from breathing it in, but he figured this puppet thing wasn't above waiting for his oxygen to run out. Besides, Yuuki could've done with a nap anyway.

When they all woke up, Yuuki could see Holly with the metal contraption around her neck. He felt bad for the elf, but he couldn't say he would've felt better if he was walking in her shoes. Yuuki drowsily rose to his feet and made his way out of the decontamination room and into the room.

Yuuki folded his arms and closed his eyes, thinking about what they could do next. If they tried going into the clue rooms first it could help them in the challenge rooms, but apparently, it wouldn't be an easy task. With a sigh, Yuuki opened his eyes and turned to face everyone else.

"I think we should give those clue rooms a shot first. It may be dangerous, but I'd say it beats going into the challenges blind." And just as he had said that, the armored idiot from before had announced to everyone that he was going into the challenge room clueless. Yes, he certainly was clueless.

Yuuki turned and ran after Vonyish to stop him but it was too late, he had already entered the room. "Damn it, just listen to me you idiot!" Yuuki went to follow him into the room but just stopped in the doorway. "I doubt he's going to listen to reason. I'll do the challenge for this room with bullets for brains, make sure he doesn't fuck it up. You guys should really think about what you're going to do before you go into either of those rooms." Yuuki fixed his gaze on Holly, but more importantly, the device on her neck. He was never sure what to say to girls, especially in a situation like this.

"Just, uh, hang in there. We'll get that off of you soon enough, I guess..."

And with that, Yuuki plunged into the challenge room, expecting the door to shut behind him.

Centurion_ Centurion_ Zerulu Zerulu Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind​
 
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!
H--Hey, what th-...uh...wh--what's happen...ing...

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...Wh...

...Where am I..? O--OH NO! D--Did this elf-looking girl get a metal collar wrapped around her neck?! Uh... Shit, that means she's the one with the trap, and now she cannot go with us to any of those...challenges the puppet talked about!

O--Oh my goodness...j--... Just who, and what, is this puppet? I mean...is he the perpetrator of all this? Is he simply a minion for this Toffee person? I--I mean...all we know for sure is that we got a few phone calls harassing Klaus, uh...that sounds like he could be affiliated with him... ...NO! That's not even the problem here!

What about this inane "game" he's putting us through? All we know is that we cannot quit it, and we have to play it to either its end, or our end, and 2 of the challenges have to be completed to progress to the final challenge, or else we cannot proceed... From the g--get go, I already feel like this is one of those games like the ones from Future Diary, except instead of killing each other, we most likely have to kill our enemies first before we can make it out...n--no, this is all wrong, ALL WRONG! Is the puppet-looking thing pitting us against enemies that can push us to the point where we can never see the light of the day again? I think they are! This is madness, I say! MADNESS!

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...I've already worked myself up way too often than I should've...i--if only I still had my family on my side, then it w--would've been much easier on me...dammit..! ...Um...okay, calm down, Kobayashi, you--...you still got it. You're still perfectly fine, you're not trapped, well, mostly, and you're not even close to death! I sighed, then took a few deep breaths...uh, did it help? Uh...I'm feeling a little bit easier, but that's about it. Okay. R--Right now, we're in-between two--errr, three hallways, all of which connect to each other and lead to different challenges and clues. Additionally--wait, where's this heavy soldier-looking guy Vonyish going now?! ...Oh no...he didn't even bother to think about the importance of clues, and clues can help us complete challenges! What's going on with this man's mind?

I see that there are at least some sane people h--here who don't want him to charge in blindly headfirst, but at this point, it was too late. The man had went in without even thinking, and now this guy has to go after him to ensure his safety. Now, what can we do? We can sacrifice Holly, but...I don't really think having her kill herself just for a one-time thing would be something I would want to wish for, let alone request out loud. Or...we can take the easy way out, but then, Klaus and Steve would not like that at all, especially since we are valuable to them in their objectives... And just then, Cyrus asked me if I want to go with him...should I?

I mean, there is a chance that we can die together, but then again, it could be all worth it because we worked to earn the whole group freedom... Welp, it's time I go with Cyrus now. I nodded, albeit rel--luctantly, and so I begin heading towards the room he's pointing towards...oh, Tohru, I hope I don't die in there..! Wherever you are, I hope you are wishing me luck out there with Kanna...

June Verles June Verles Zerulu Zerulu GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack Centurion_ Centurion_ @Slaughterhouse
 
Holly - half capacity

The rules seemed simple enough. Don't break the rules, and you can't quit and keep your life. Combined with the creepy atmosphere, and the weird doll, however, told Holly that this man was not to be messed with. He probably had no qualms with loss of human (or fairy) life, and- though you couldn't hear it- seemed pretty dead-set on these rules. He seemed forgiving enough, allowing plenty of warning to the release of the sleeping gas.

Holly knew that if she wanted to, she could force herself to stay awake through the biological onslaught, but it'd sap her magic reserves dry, and would probably anger the guy behind the puppet, so she let herself drift to unconsciousness under the sleeping gas. She lied down, not trusting her unconscious self to not slam into the ground full-throttle in this brand new suit of armor.

When she awoke, she yawned quietly. What a good sleep! Holly wondered what she was doing before she fell asleep in this weird room. Then she remembered what had happened before she fell asleep. That also meant she must've spent a considerable amount of magic in her sleep, fighting the sleeping gas, erasing fatigue, and whatnot. Someone must have been trapped by now! Holly inspected the small crowd for the telltale signs of a metal collar. She had no luck until she tried to stand up to get a better look at the other half of the group, when she realized that she had the collar.

Holly reached for her neck, and her hands were stopped by a metal band that looped around her entire neck. Near the back end was a bump, which she assumed was the button. She gingerly removed her fingers from the button, not knowing how sensitive it was. She also didn't know exactly how she would be sacrificing herself. Was it death? Would she be forcibly removed from the room? A pipe dream, of course it wouldn't be so simple. Considering the puppeteer's previous words, it was most likely painful, gruesome death. And Holly particularly liked being among the people that were alive.

As she came to terms with her forced forfeit from participating, she noticed a few others in the group trying to help with reassuring words. She smirked, "Hey, this isn't my first rodeo. I could do nothing as my own Commander was murdered by an arch nemesis of mine, I can handle this." That said, Holly wasn't so excited about being unable to participate. Especially considering she was hoping to test the capabilities of the armor she had just printed. Holly supposed it could wait until "next time".

In the mean time, she had to sit back and watch the rest of the small group risk their lives doing a LEPrecon Captain's work. "No point in getting bothered by it", she thought to herself, as she shuffled to a corner in the room. She sat down, cross-legged, which was harder than it sounds in a suit of armor comprised of various metal and fiber composites. "If you need any advice or moral support, I don't think it's against the rules to ask me," she joked, removing the helmet from her head and placing it in the space between her legs. Now all she could do was wait.

( Centurion_ Centurion_ @slaughterhouse group)
 
Vhyjho waits in the chamber, slightly interested as she listens to the rules. She then looks around with an amused smiles as the sleeping gas pours into the room around her and her companions fall. Her face then took a very concerned look as she looked around frantically and said, "Shit, I better get with the program..." she then looked around to find a place to sleep. Vhyjho looked around and looked upon Mista, he was cute and she reckoned soft. Although the problem was that when she attempted to use him as a pillow she quickly became under assault of Mista's sex pistols. She quickly got up and batted the little things away muttering, "Alright, alright!; I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She then looked around and reluctantly just curled up on the ground on the ground and took a nap, disappointed.

Vhyjho later awoke from the noise of her companions. She sat up and yawned, rubbing her eyes as she got up just as reluctantly as she laid down. She then spun in a circle and observed her surroundings. She walked over to Holly and patted her on the head saying, "Well I don't know whether to console you are congratulate you, so just assume the best from me and enjoy yourself back here..." She then begins to walk away but stops and then says, more accurately she whispers, "Actually if you're worried about dying at all you could give me your soul, I'd take good care of it and I make sure to resurrect you when possible. Don't worry you can trust me, people worship me for a reason." Vhyjho smiles a charismatic, yet also a happy mischievous smile, she then turns to address the rest of the group as she hadn't heard any of the previous plans "So, what are we going to do first? Lead on fellow adventurers, as much as I'd like to screw some of you over I'll do that at a less serious time, and maybe I'll call it a prank." She says this with a lighthearted, and as of yet loyal, tone that was playful and mischievous but... you could tell that you all had a common interest.

Haz. Haz. Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind Centurion_ Centurion_ @slaughterhousegroup
 

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    Looks like some Deviant Hunting didn't seem that bad... apart from the fight Connor and this business man had in a sketchy alleyway which could've ended in a fatality "Jeez what a damn day". Now that Rhys is back in the Libra base with still some money remaining thus meaning that a new suit would fancy the Hyperion dataminer, right as he headed for the lift and into the basement where the printer would be located in which the salary man walked towards to, inserting a $50 bill, going through the options and having the suit print itself (How crazy this is, right?). It was now time for the new outfit to see some use.

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    Now it was time to head back up in which He'd walk up to see some type of talk going on, as well as Vaughn sitting away..... In a new outfit as well? (Heck yes). Rhys decided to walk where his best friend was and decided to take a seat and try to establish a conversation with his bro

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    "Looks like I'm still alive, Vaughn. Hope you've been holding up rather nicely."​
 
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All Might
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Location - Libra Base | With - Frank Castle | Condition - Feeling kinda down

All Might spent much of the flight back to base in silence, a hand holding the tattered hole in his suit closed against his narrow ribcage, stubbornly trying to hide his old wound out of sheer habit. That same hand clenched at the fabric of his super suit as though his fingers wanted to tear those twisted scars out of his body. He’d been too weak. Even with a portion of his old power and stamina back, he was still too damn weak. He’d run himself down on the first wave, and when the actual threat showed up he’d been utterly useless to stop him from taking the life of one of the police officers there. What’s more, he had to be saved by that little imp from before. He couldn’t help but wonder what became of her. Surely she couldn’t last long against the power Toffee displayed back there…

The old hero disembarked the jet with his head hung low, the heft of two deaths weighing heavy on his shoulders. That police officer, the little imp… They were both his fault, as far as he was concerned. He knew he couldn’t protect everyone. He’d had to come to terms with that decades ago when he was still a fledgling hero, but… He should have done more for the ones right in front of him at the very least.

As everyone collected their earnings and proceeded off to the printer to make their purchases, All Might slunk back to where he’d stashed his civilian clothes and proceeded to change out of his torn hero costume. He didn’t bother putting on the whole suit – just the pants, shoes, and the white t-shirt he’d worn underneath. He felt terrible for even thinking of relaxing while a menace like Toffee was on the loose, but he knew he needed to rest. Running himself into the ground wouldn’t help anyone.

Speaking of people he couldn’t help… He hadn’t gotten very far out into the open before he was confronted by Frank Castle. He didn’t really have an answer for the man’s questions, though thankfully it seemed he didn’t really expect one. Once he was done talking, All Might let out a resigned sigh.

“I will admit, in some ways your methods do make sense. I deeply disagree with them, but I cannot deny that, in the way you describe, you do good through them. For the ends, if not the means, I commend and respect you. However – and I’m sure you already know this well – I cannot and will not condone the taking of life in any context. I will happily fight alongside you until such time as we cross that line… but, beyond that, I’m afraid we are fated to clash.

“You’ve made your choice, and I’ve made mine. Neither of us are going back on that decision anytime soon. Whatever comes of that… We’ll just have to deal with it when the time comes, won’t we?”

( BarrenThin2 BarrenThin2 )​
 
Marie - perfectly healthy (dab)

After several attacks together took Bowser down a notch, a new foe appeared. Toffee himself. Marie readied her weapon, but held her fire, as Toffee demonstrated amazing- and terrifying- magical ability. She was more than happy to begin the retreat by the time Midna had made her stand. Marie was one of the first onto the plane, and one of the first off by the time it reached Libra HQ. She accepted the latest payout and headed for the 3D printer to expand her arsenal.

But then, what to make? She had seen the others print various things, like suits of armor and metal guns. Perhaps she should look for a change in weaponry? Or perhaps- she thought, remembering the issue that had cropped up- she needed to finish gathering her equipment first. Marie decided to print an Ink Tank, and a Squidbeak headpiece, to complete the look. Now she was back in action, with all the equipment she needed. She also decided to, with the remaining money, print a single Stingray Special, to diversify her Special Weapon arsenal.

After that, she decided to check up on Ben. He still needed to get a hang of his brand new inkling form. And she was feeling pretty hungry, so she could kill two birds with one stone and get food while teaching him the basics."Ben! Let's get some food, and I'll show you the ropes. Your watch works again, right?"

( ghxstfreak ghxstfreak )
 


  • Emile A-239 Location= Millennium City - Libra Base- Underground Factory
    Mental Condition= Excited as heck
    Physical Condition= Fine
    Shields= 100%

    Interaction The encounter at the bank was a failure. Sure they managed to halt the heist temporarily, but they didn’t even kill one of the damned suspects. Some idiot decided to let the eggman go, and the lizard man named Toffee. Emile was going to have to step up his arsenal. The supersoldier immediately went to the printer and scrolled through the options. The Mjolnir armor wasn’t unique anymore. It was special compared to any of the crap that others were pulling. If any damn person can print their own armor, what’s the point?

    What Emile had to do was take his Mjolnir and modify it so that it would have capabilities beyond what it was supposed have. The Spartan-III settled on a suit called the Augmented Reaction Suit created by DARPA...some kind of ancient America corporation that create weapons if he recalled correctly. It was old, but the specifications and hardware were impressive to say the least. Emile was particularly interested in the AR system and the mangetoplasmadynamic thrusters. Stuff that would give him an overwhelming advantage against the Covenant, but it still wasn’t enough.

    If the ARS wasn’t enough, then what was…? Emile scrolled through the options, hesitating to buy anything else until he had a plan for how he was going to become a real monster. After careful consideration, his plan was complete. The first step would be the ARS. The second...the CryNet Nanosuit 2. Another piece of ancient technology, but damn did it look good. The SECOND system that optimized physical and mental performance, nanomachine based healing, enhanced strength, stealth, armor, speed. This Nanosuit was the whole package and more. Hell, if Emile had to choose between the Mjolnir and the Nanosuit, the Nanosuit would come out on top. But the thing was, Emile didn’t have to choose. The Spartan’s plan involved integrating all this technology into in a single suit. The Nanosuit as the core of the armor, with Mjolnir armor plating and shields and the ARS’s AR System and thrusters.

    Emile began the process of taking off his own suit and putting each piece of the armor through the printer so that the new parts would be integrated. After several hours of ducking in and out of the Underground Factory to get the armor, Emile had finally finished the suit. It didn’t look much different from his original armor, but on inside, it was a whole other beast. And this was just the tip of the iceberg. Several more modifications were in mind, and saying that they will greatly improve his combat capabilities was an understatement.

    When the Spartan was done admiring his new hardware, he went up to the man wearing the skull armorthat was leading the group back at the bank. He had earned Emile's respect with his leadership and skill, but the man looked haunted. He was just a human after all. He wasn't completely ready to give up his humanity to defeat his enemies. Regardless, Emile had to give the man the respect and gratitude he deserved. Emile walked to the man that was now clad in a suit of armor and spoke, "You did good, Bones. It's hard to find leaders like you. You've earned my respect...but I don't think we've been formally introduced. Warrant Officer Emile A-239."

    Notes Interacting With: BarrenThin2 BarrenThin2 (Frank Castle)
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  • It was an experience somehow avoiding the combined attacks of my enemy. I released Bowser whom fell to one knee. He was bruised, battered, and beaten. Yet the turtle struggled to stand saying he was going to still fight on. I chuckled. Impressive that he fought on. Stupid that he did. I lifted a boot to stomp on his tail to finally put him down when a green blast sent him flying and me tumbling back.

    I planted my feet as Bowser landed on top of Eggman. Both were knocked out. I glanced at the source. A reptilian humanoid loomed, in his hands was a wand. I couldn’t identify what it was from where I stood. It looked familiar. Could it be? No, impossible. Those kids were an illusion…

    Minda growled out the name Toffee. I raised an eyebrow. This lizard with a penis-shaped head was the big bad? I couldn’t take him seriously even despite him making the demand of surrendering of the police and handing city hall over to him. Sure, he wore a nice suit, was a cold-blooded animal, tried to appear all evil, etc., but his name was Toffee. A dessert I used to eat back in my youth. Add the aforementioned penis-shaped head, it just wasn’t working. I revved my chainsaw.

    Then an officer received a blast to his throat. The following hail of bullets were encased in a green aura similar to the woman’s telekinesis before being flung back. More green blast followed, Minda blocked them. We were forced to retreat as the two fought.

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    I left the others once the jet landed at Libra base and found a spot alone to think. Oddly there was a mirror leaning against the wall. I stared at my own reflection, examining every inch of the Praetor armor. Eons of warfare had yet to even scratch it. The Wrench did such a wondrous job. My grandson always did have a talent for engineering. The image of him and mountains of coffee mugs as he tried to disassemble the 3-d printer to study it brought mirthless chuckle.

    It was a shame that it lacked any firewalls though. Hayden programmed something into it to control me. Had I been consumed by so much rage that I didn’t anticipate it? Now here I was because the damned cyborg sent me here… and my own failed insight. Perhaps it was time to cool down, let the rage shimmer. There were allies now, people that needed me not to be so utterly consumed I pretended every enemy was a demon. And perhaps it was time for an upgrade. Remove whatever Hayden infected the suit with and add my own ideas. I cracked a grin. A shoulder mounted rocket sounded awesome.

    Certain conflicts had to be resolved first. All Might. My gut knotted itself for the first time since the fight with the woman. I wasn’t sure if I could keep my rage in check under social settings. The tattered memories told me that throwing him again would be problematic. But the question of why he did it finally began to gnaw at me. It nipped my mind, tried worming in only to be repulsed when combat arose. Now there was no fight and the question was back in force. There should be time anyway.

    Toffee stormed into mind as I searched for All Might. A supposedly immortal lizard with a lust for power. His magic had brought down the police yet it only showcased in a display of might. The combination was prime real estate for demons. Toffee needed to be brought down before that could happen otherwise Millennium City will face Hell itself. Fights played out in my mind. Each one ended in a stalemate due to partial information. I knew he was Immortal. Immortal how? Toffee used magic, but what type was it? Did he build the wand on his own or was it stolen?

    The kids flashed in my mind again…

    I eventually found All Might speaking to Frank Castle. Rewards must have been given out already since Castle was encased in armor. The two were arguing over something. I didn’t care, but I also couldn’t just barge in. I stood behind Castle so All Might saw me, arms crossed. The message was clear. We need to talk.


 
All Might's response, for a moment, caused Frank's frown to deepen. Not because the man had stuck to his guns. No, that was entirely the anticipated outcome. What was bizarre was All Might considering any merit to his argument at all. Castle was generally used to being dismissed casually as at best a well-meaning man struggling with loss or at worst a madman driven insane by grief. Hearing a hero pause and consider his points almost put him on the back foot in the conversation. Almost. A few moments of silence went by when All Might finished talking before Castle did anything at all. When he did speak up, it was prefaced by a curt nod. "I can respect that. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, though, I'm just glad you're on our side. It's pretty clear the odds are slated against us, and, well... we need all the help we can get." His expression became almost dour for a moment, even less friendly in appearance than his standard scowl., before he turned to walk away. After all, he did want to talk to Elise, just preferably not right there in front of All Might., and Emile had plenty to say, too.

Before he spoke to Elise, he figured he'd address Emile. The man had shown himself to be a capable fighter out there, and one who didn't really hesitate to follow orders. It seemed Castle's initial thoughts that he was likely some kind of soldier was correct, as Emile listed off his rank and designation, and declared his respect for him, too. Castle frowned in response, but, to be fair, that was his response to the vast majority of things. "I'm glad I impressed you, soldier. Not with the corps anymore, but, one soldier to another, Captain Frank Castle. Marine Force Recon." Castle nodded in a sort of greeting. "I'll tell you the same thing I told Elise and Revy; you're more than welcome to stick with me. I'm used to going it alone, but that's not really an option here." The compliment on Castle's leadership almost outright made him uncomfortable. "I did what I needed to out there. It's pretty clear that no one around is gonna take charge in the field, so, if I'll pick up the slack where I can." The vigilante started to move away, but stopped after a moment, turning back. "I know you aren't with the marines. Multiverse and all that. Even so, though, having other people around... like us. I'll put it to good use out there. Nobody in this group is gonna die if I can help it, and you bet your ass I'm gonna put Toffee in the ground. No matter who we have to run over to get him there." Castle's steely glare never wavered from Emile's helmeted face as he spoke, before he turned to the bench where Elise was and walked away. One not used to Castle's type might assume he was angry with Emile, but that was more or less just how Castle talked to people.

Sitting down with a grimace against a wall, rather than next to her on the bench, he looked over at the younger woman. "Elise? Nice enough name." Castle leaned his head back and closed his eyes while listening to her talk, controlling his breathing to deal with the pain of his fractured/potentially broken ribs. "I did some training out of Australia. Special Air Service. Cross training program through the SEALs. I know what SRG is. You're a cop. Explains the baton, instead of a gun." His eyes opened, that same burrowing intensity in them as he seemed to be trying to read her. "Don't have much of a stomach for killing, I'd guess. You aren't going to like me. Working with a cop over the table is a bit different, that's for damn sure." The total lack of a smile and utterly dry delivery made it difficult to tell if he was joking. "I was Marine Force Recon, like I told my fellow tin can over there. Got the whole shebang. SEAL training. The lot of it. Haven't been in the military for nearly a decade, though, or... long-term worked with other people, for that matter. I doubt it'll last." A ray of sunshine, as ever.

Zerulu Zerulu Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes QizPizza QizPizza​
 
All Might
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Location - Libra Base | With - Doomguy | Condition - Not feeling very heroic

All Might had taken notice of the Doom Marine almost the instant he came to stand behind Castle. After all, his was a presence that was almost impossible to ignore. Still, he gave Castle his due attention, giving a solemn nod at the man’s response. They may not see eye to eye, but there was an understanding between the two of them. He was more than happy with that much.

Once Castle left to speak with the others vying for his attention, All Might was left standing across from Doomguy, a tension as thick as molasses spreading between them. He knew what this was about.

“I’m sure there’s not much I could say to excuse my actions back there in the castle. To be honest, I’ve never liked making excuses for myself. It’s not becoming of a hero. What happened was a result of my own severe error in judgement, and the responsibility is mine alone. The consequences, however unintended, could have been catastrophic, and I should have foreseen that. I shouldn’t have let—”

All Might cut himself off there. What could he possibly say to explain why his aim had diverted at the last second? That the memory of his arch-nemesis so haunted him that he felt like All For One had physically moved his arm and fired against his will? That certainly sounded like an excuse, and a poor one at that. No, while he was still uncertain as to what exactly happened, he would not duck from the responsibilities of his actions. He let out a sigh.

“But… As I said, you probably don’t care what I have to say. You likely just want me to answer for my crimes,” he added before holding his arms out slightly at his sides, as though inviting the armored man to hit him. “Go on, then. Have at it. I’ll take whatever punishment you have in mind. Shoot me, beat me to a pulp, I don’t care. All I ask is that you leave me alive to apologize to that poor boy when he gets back from the other mission.”

( Critic Ham Critic Ham )​
 
She giggled at what Elise thought was a compliment from Castle, but she didn't interrupt him, "Oh you worked with the SASR? That's pretty cool." She seemed surprised, she remembered hearing about the ops they pulled out of country and they always impressed her. She was also surprised he knew what SRG was, most people just call it Aussie swat or refuse to believe Australia has such a team. As castle continued to talk she scanned his body language, it seemed either he was really nervous or hurt his ribs, she would remember to inquire about that later.

Castle ended with that he doubted their relationship would last, "Oh nonsense, I'm sure we'll be just fine." Elise had her usual uncanny gleeful smile, "Anyway, you American? I always wanted to visit a place like Tampa in Florida, but eh..." Her thoughts droned off before she recouperated, "So how was life after military, i doubt it was any easy feat readjusting to civilian life." She would swing her feet back and forth on the meantime.

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  • All Might approached me when Castle left. I noticed just how small he was in his skinny form. He may have been a head above me, but with such a lanky frame, he hardly came across as imposing. All Might had also changed into everyday clothes. White shirt, normal pants, and shoes. I did see that his costume was worn apart. Hm, not something practical. My grandson would have happily made SHW armor to protect himself.

    I listened to All Might as he spoke. Every word seemed to mask the self-loathing. A smile grew on my face when he began talking about me punishing him even holding his arms out slightly. All Might wanted me to hit him, beat him down, put him in agony. He only ask to be left alive so he could apologize. I bit my lips to trap the chuckle that was forming in my throat. It escaped as a booming laugh. I held my sides as I laughed for perhaps the first time in eons.

    And for the first time in eons, I spoke.

    “No.”

    The word tore into my vocal cords. My throat throbbed in pain. I rubbed it in response. The voice that spoke was course, damaged. It was deep, perhaps bestial in sound. Yet I went on.

    “Next time, don’t.” Every word had a pause in between. My face scrunched up from the growing pain.

    I hummed. His self-loathing should be enough. But maybe he did deserve some punishment. After all, he made me waste time fighting him when it should have been spent fight that woman and AO. I glanced at Daisy who was hopping towards us. Mischief lit up in my eyes, but All Might couldn’t tell. It was hidden beneath a visor. I had the perfect punishment for the superhero wannabe. Just had to get the money.

    All Might in a bunny suit would be of the utmost humiliation. And maybe some armor as an apology for it.


 
All Might
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Location - Libra Base | With - Doomguy | Condition - Knows not what horrors await him

All Might couldn’t help but stare down at the Doom Marine in utter bewilderment as he suddenly burst out laughing. It sounded strange, like the man hadn’t used his vocal cords in years. Then, much to his surprise, the man actually spoke. The old hero practically jumped in surprise at that. He could talk?! Here he’d pegged the guy for a mute! Of course, it seemed that even those scant few words were agonizing for him, the pain clear in his bestial growl of a voice. All Might certainly wasn’t about to pry any more from him.

“R-right, got it! I-I won’t be trying that again anytime soon, believe you me!” he stammered out, raising his hands up as if in surrender. For a moment, that seemed to be the end of it. All Might let out a sigh of relief, the tension built up in his shoulders finally melting away a bit. Well, maybe now they could get back to working like a proper team.

Although… For some reason, he simply couldn’t shake this sudden feeling of apprehension that came over him…

Of course, that feeling was instantly pushed to the wayside when, as he turned from the awkward encounter with the Doom Marine, the old hero found a very familiar face looking up at him nearby. His bright blue eyes widened under the shadow of his sunken sockets, an elated grin spreading across his gaunt face.

"Young Midoriya!" All Might exclaimed, immediately dropping to his knees and pulling the teen into a tight hug. It was so good to finally see someone he recognized around there, and for it to be his successor of all people – you're damn right the kid's getting a hug! Of course, that raised another important point.

"It's so good to see you again, my boy! But... At the same time, I'm not sure I like the fact that they dragged you into this mess..."

( Critic Ham Critic Ham , BarrenThin2 BarrenThin2 )​
 
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Ben Tennyson
Status: Alive/Healthy/Bruised

Ben was pissed off to say the least. He was currently sat against the wall at Libra HQ. When Toffee attacked the people in the middle of the city, he tried to charge into battle. There was nothing more annoying to him than not being able to save innocent people. As soon as he began to run towards Toffee, with the Omnitrix out of power, Castle came over and knocked the boy over, carrying him to their ride back to HQ. The entire ride their consisted of Ben complaining and yelling at Toffee. He felt like going Heatblast on him once the Omnitrix regained power, but he didn't wanna take down their aircraft with a fight. The teenager gave up after some time, which brings us back to the beginning. Ben just got up when Marie came over and proposed the idea of getting a snack and teaching him how to do Kid-Ink right. "Alright! I need to show Rodimus something first," he replied as he lifted himself up, walking over to the printer. When he found out he got Upgrade as plans, the 17 year old got an idea. If the printer could print anything.. maybe it could upgrade one of his aliens? The boy stuck his wrist in after ordering an upgrade to Heatblast; Flash Freeze. Once he finished, he walked over to Rodimus and.. "Upgrade! Say hello to the new Rodimus!" Ben then went on to talk about what Upgrade could do, maybe over exaggerating just a tiny bit. Yeah, okay, a lot. When he remembered Marie was waiting, he jumped off and went back to human. "We can practice that later," he said before walking back to Marie. "I'm ready!"​

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Growling under his breath quietly, the ex-hero boarded the jet, glancing over his shoulder slightly as he contemplates going to fight Toffee anyway. The guy couldn't possibly be that strong...He relents after a moment of debate and carefully watches the reptile as he balls up a fist "I'll blow his goddamn head off before I let that happen" he mutters to himself as he waits for the vehicle to arrive back at the base, the young man growling as he angrily throws a punch into the air as he cries out in rage "Dammit all!" he grits his teeth as he takes a few deep breaths.

"I need a drink" he mutters as he rubs his eyes with his thumb and index finger slowly, approaching the base, heading inside and over to the printer, about to insert a coin when something broke his quiet contemplation, the sound of someone fighting inside, and it didn't sound like sparring, either. He furrows his brows as he prints out a beer and pockets the rest of his cash, walking to find the source of the sound, seeing some kind of lover's quarrel as he sighs quietly.

"Knock that shit off, you're going to run up one hell of a repair bill in here, you assholes" he growls, suddenly pursing his lips as he uses the remainder of his stored energy to force a lance of wind from his lungs, between the pair, cracking the cement and creating a loud 'crack' within the room, not to mention the pressure of it pushing the pair apart "I'm serious. Take this shit outside before I kick both of your asses and run up your medical bills" he calmly sits down and opens the tab of his beer, taking a sip and sighing to himself as he thinks over the events of the mission.

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What was being a hero to the man with the long ears? Being useless when his allies did all the work? Maybe the buff hero, All Might was right after all. Maybe he stood back while all the real “heroes” did everything. Anger and weakness blinded him from helping.


He felt anger as he forced himself to step back from the cover and watched the group’s allies fall one by one to one who revealed himself: Toffee. Toffee threw his own “allies” to the side: Bowser and Eggman.


Jak gritted his teeth if Toffee threw away his own allies just like that in this dog eat dog world called Millennium City.


He remembered those days: Pushing away his friends, his real friends in favor of working against his own feelings with a mob boss named Krew. Krew found himself at the end of a bomb after betraying Jak for the Baron.

Then again back home, mostly everyone on Jak’s enemies list usually did.


Here, nobody knew yet.

Toffee literally threatened a whole city and took on a bunch of cops with just a wand.

And Jak thought he saw everything odd these days.


Same old villains planning on taking down another city, he’d seen that every day back home, however this was different. Or so he thought.


The small elf pushed herself in front of the group and demanded they go without her, sacrificing her own life.


Jak turned his head, and gritted his teeth turning his head to prevent looking at the small elf so willing to give her life up. He stepped away forcing himself to walk back to the jet with everyone else going back to Libra HQ.


He wasn’t just frustrated, he was inwardly fuming. Anybody around him could see dark eco lightning around his body.


As the jet stopped on the ground at Libra HQ, Jak was still inwardly fuming, and lightning flew around his own body but his fingers were squeezing the metal hard of his Morph gun with blaster attachment just willing to shoot something to get his rage out in the training room.


He noticed the brothers, Rhys and Vaugtan.


“Hey, you two? Care to join me for some stress relief?”











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Weapons: Blaster- Morph Gun

SuperNova- Dark Mod

Mass Inverter- Dark Mod

Abilities:

DARK JAK
LIGHT JAK


Armor: Armor of Mar

Location: Bank

Status:Good

-Inwardly pissed off-


Talking with Rhysie Rhysie fRick fRick (Rhys and Vaughton) @in Libra HQ[/tab]
 
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  • My smile tried expanding out of my face. How unfortunate that it could not as All Might eased up. He thought he was getting out of this unscathed. However, my smile dropped when All Might shouted in joy and hugged a teenager. Young Midoriya was the boy’s name. It sounded like they were close to one another. If not a parental relationship then a mentor-student one. The horrified face of Midoriya flashed in my mind. I considered not punishing All Might.

    …

    The smile returned. No, this was perfect. All Might gets to suffer double the humiliation.

    I walked away, grabbed my money, and headed to the 3-d printer. Ideas for what was next came into my mind. The bunny suit was first obviously. I ignored any stares directed my way when I folded the suit over my shoulder. It was only a bunny suit people. The next were the improvements to my armor. I raised my arm, blade swooshing out and back in. Shoulder-mounted rocket hummed to life. Oh, yes.

    Finally came the A.I.. I held the chip in my hand. Vega, a machine with more emotion than either Hayden, Oliva, or even me. Vega, a A.I. that used its intelligence to actually better mankind. Vega, the person that deserved better. I hoped the modifications to my suit were enough to ensure it was compatible. The chip was feed into a slit on the back of my helmet. A beep pierced my ears a second later and a symbol fuzzed to life. Excitement bubbled within my chest.

    VEGA RESTORATION IN PROGRESS ​

    I deflated. Of course. It’ll take time. I did keep my smile though. At least the chip was compatible now. So I used what was left of my to buy another power orb to restore my own durability to ¼ of what it was. I was left with twenty in cash after my purchases. Hey, what do you know, I had leftover money this time! Time to celebrate both Vega's return and my cash by stuffing All Might into the rabbit suit.

    I walked over to where All Might was, grin wide as could be and held up the rabbit suit. I pointed a finger at him then at the suit. It was time to suffer All Might.




 
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    ~Pallet Glacemen~
    Location: Libra Base (Blackjack's Shop)
    Inventory: Folia Auream (A golden knife)
    Power: Elemental control over fire and water, healing, and Demon form
    Mood: Pissed, insulted, battle ready
    Condition: Minimal damage to her body, Demon Form    ​
    Pallet smirked when she felt her fists make contact, bursting her fists with more flame on impact so the burn area was greater than just the hit. Cause as much damage as possible in as quick a time as possible. Pallet was fast, and Audun seemed more to be a gentle giant to her than an actual threat, with how much he was missing his attacks. She dodged more than her fair share, a playful smirk dancing across her lips as it always did. “Come on, don’t tell me you’re really that-.” she was caught off guard as Audun threw the wheel at her, catching her dead on, she flew back into the wall. The wheel had done some damage, after all it had followed her to the wall and smashed her up against it. Pallet hit the wall hard, dropping the the wheel on top of her. She recovered as quickly as she could, pushing Audun’s weapon off of her, looking up just in time to barely move out of the way. Audun’s fist should have connected, but he had also pulled up.

    The Demoness stared at Audun for a heart beat, though it felt like ages, her chest heaving from pain, excitement, and the movements. However, she wasn’t about to let the fight end with him showing her mercy. She was Pallet of Cocytus, and she was not going to be spared by a Fallen. She burst into blue flames, filling the area between them. It should have caused minor damage, but most importantly, it was be a good distraction. The Demon pushed herself to her feet and went in for another barrage of attacks while Audun was stunned by the fire. However, before she could actually land any of her attacks, her flames were blown out and she was blown back by an unseen force. She hit the wall once more, letting out a surprised moan. She looked toward the wall to her left to find a new crack had been made. She turned her attention to the right to find someone yelling at her and Audun about medical bills? Who the fuck did this guy think he was? The Demon pushed herself away from the wall, eyes narrowed into a glare as she looked at the man before she pushed herself to the balls of her feet and launched herself forward toward him, blue flames bursting around her hands as she cocked her fist back to land it against the strangers face. Audun would have to wait. She wasn't about to be disrespected, yelled at, and even attacked by a human.
 
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All Might
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Location - Libra Base | With - Midoriya, Doomguy, Papyrus, and Jonathan Joestar | Condition - Praying for death

All Might glanced up from Midoriya when the familiar bombastic voice of Papyrus reached his ears. Honestly, it was a little sad that he’d been referred to as ‘that gross skeleton man’ so many times while in his true form that he seamlessly answered to the name ‘Mr. Skeleton.’ Of course, in this instance, it was quite clearly not meant as an insult. He flashed the young monster a kind smile.

“Ah, right. Well, that’s because I am that ‘Mr. Muscular Man’ from earlier. I can’t stay in that form forever, you see…” he replied, trying his best to explain his situation without bringing up his old injury. He didn’t mind these people knowing that the muscular hero All Might and this sickly, rotting corpse of a man were the same person. He wasn’t the Symbol of Peace here, so he had no image to maintain. He didn’t like showing his scars, though. They were still a mark of shame for him; a reminder of how weak he truly was.

Before he could explain any further, he noticed the imposing form of the Doom Marine returning to him once more. All Might arched a brow in confusion. Had he forgotten something during their last conversation? Then, he watched as the armored man held up the skimpy Playboy-esque lingerie he carried. His face slowly morphed into one of pure, wide-eyed horror when a bit of pointing indicated what he was meant to do with such a thing.

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In a flash, the old hero snatched the outfit away and hastily hid it away under the front of his baggy t-shirt.

“There. Are. Children. Present!" All Might hissed out through gritted teeth, emphasizing each word in turn as he nodded back towards Papyrus and Midoriya. Of course, one look into the empty visor of Doomguy’s helmet was enough to assure him that there was no way he was going to get out of doing this. This would be his punishment for his earlier lapse in judgement. He couldn’t stop from letting out what had to have been the most pathetic whimper he’d ever uttered.


“Please tell me I don’t have to wear the heels, too…” he whispered softly in morbid resignation. Ah, he understood now. This was the 'death too gruesome to describe' that Sir Nighteye had warned him of. No wonder his old sidekick never wanted to divulge the details of his prediction…

With that, All Might turned back towards Jonathan as the young Brit approached the group. The old hero shuffled past him, his posture more hunched than usual as though trying to duck out of everyone’s notice, his arms wrapped tight around his midsection as he continued to hide that risqué costume under his shirt.

“Young man, you seem strong. I deem you worthy. Please, kill me now…” he groaned out in despair, though he continued to slink away. He doubted he’d be permitted to do anything more until he changed into… That...

( T The Man With No Name , Critic Ham Critic Ham , BarrenThin2 BarrenThin2 )​
 
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Tohru Adachi
Location- HQ
Status- Fine

Adachi groaned as they returned back to HQ. He just wanted this to be over so he could peacefully serve his jail sentence. He gave a faint smile as he remembers some of the chats him and Dojima, his old partner, during costing hours. Adachi noticed that the guy who was usually big and buff looked like some sort of skeleton at this point but shrugged it off. He gently put his arm on Yu's shoulder as he grinned.
"Well, it looks like we're gonna be partners!"
Adachi grinned and chuckled a bit as he patted Yu's back and walked towards the crowd of people.

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Marie - healthy

Marie was happy to see Ben coming along, on board with getting snacks and working on mastering his inkling form. She beckoned for him to follow, walking through Libra HQ while fitting on her newly-printed jacket. It fit snugly, and made her feel more like an agent or the Squidbeak Splatoon again. Oh, how she missed the "simpler" times when her attacks were capable of destroying enemies in one swift blow. Now, she was relegated to a subtle support role she herself didn't fully understand yet. She still had to figure that out. In the mean time, she was famished.

When she found the cafeteria, she looked at the menu quizzically. None of the foods seemed to be double deep fried like Crusty Sean's foodstuffs, which was odd, but she decided to order something anyways. She scanned over the menu until she came across a particularly gruesome-looking dish called Calamari. It appeared to be squid, sliced into rings and then fried. She gagged at the thought, looking around sheepishly. Instead, Marie ordered a bowl of ramen, a boring choice, but at least it wasn't sliced and fried squid. She turned back to Ben, "Are you going to order something?"

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  • I tilted my head when he growled out that there were children present. It was just a bunny costume. All Might stared into my visor and I stared back in a contest of wills. You were going to wear it. He let out the most pathetic, pitiful whimper I have heard. Even Hell Knights would pat his back in sympathy before fusing the suit to his skin. A far worse fate than this.

    “Please tell me I don’t have to wear the heels too…”

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    I nodded my head. Yes All might. Wear the heels. Make the kids happy.

    All Might skulked off, posture hunched over. His arms cradled the suit against the midsection of his shirt. He muttered something to a muscular man. All Might continued to slink off as if the worst thing imaginable had just occurred. Again, I tilted my head. Seriously, it was just a bunny costume. Why was there so much fuss over it?




 
All Might
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Location - Libra Base | With - The shattered remains of his pride | Condition - Do you need to ask?

All Might’s slender fingers splayed over his face as though trying to hide from the world, but the bright beet-red hue was still quite visible between them. He’d been changed into that God-awful outfit for several minutes now, but he just couldn’t bring himself to leave the changing room. Honestly, he was amazed the thing fit him so well, especially in certain areas. He’d have never imagined someone would make something like this to fit a man’s body, let alone his.

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“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this…” he muttered to himself, running his hands through his frizzy golden hair. He hadn’t been hazed this badly since he joined his first hero agency over in America. And, just as it was back then, he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to hide away until long after he’d been thoroughly humiliated. At least he'd been young and fit back then. No one wanted to see a scrawny man in his fifties walking around dressed like some tart.

Finally, after drawing in a deep breath and letting it out in a heavy sigh, he rose to his feet. He had to take a moment to find his balance on those damn heels, swinging his arms at his sides to keep from falling flat on his face. Good lord, how did women walk in these?! Once he’d gotten used to it, however, he’d run out of excuses to stay hidden away. He steeled himself for the embarrassment to come and threw open the door of the changing room, marching out into the open in the most dignified way he could manage.

Spoiler warning: it wasn’t very dignified at all.​
 
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