Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

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Jak the Eco Warrior
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Abilities: Eco Channeler
Gun: Blaster- Yellow Mod


Mood: Annoyed

Jak was the last one to come off the train that day as he held fast to his blaster or his morph gun mod on top as he eyed the city around him. This wasn't anything like Haven City or anything else he'd known before.

He came off just in time to hear the speel about this being "Millennium City" and how he had a job to do in order to support himself and various others around him.

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Lt. John Dunbar

Abilities: N/A except Lt of the Union army
Marksman

Weapon so far: Springfield Model 1861

Interacting with Haz. Haz. June Verles June Verles
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John would be relieved to have a friend here and fellow soldier at least for now. "Sir. Yes, That's right. My group wandered off for a long time and they hadn't returned for a long ti-

He was cut off by Captain Cyrus being interrupted by some sort of changing horseless carriage.

After listening to the useful information, he'd turn toward Captain Cyrus and the others.

"Captain, I'm going to stick by you for a while. I don't know a lot of others here.

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Pink Guy yelped in surprise as the car behind neckbeard dude turned into an exposition machine.

At the conclusion of the robot's speech, Pink Guy waddled forward, sucking in a deep breath before asking his question:
"ooooooooooooooooo AmaaaaaaaaazIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAÀAAAAACCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE%"
("Half of us have already died..? What in Chin-Chin's name is that supposed to mean?!)

Haz. Haz.
 

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    Nodding at both Kobayashi and Cyrus as they bow in her presence, respecting her authority.

    “Thank you, I appreciate the gesture.”

    Looking over at Rodimus, she listens in to what he had to say. For now, she would simply have to accept that she may come in contact with lifeforms, magic and technology she has never heard of before.

    Agreeing with Woods, she replies to Rodimus.

    “We have little choice in the matter, this is a contract I may have to accept. Before I sign up to something I want little to no involvement in; may we leave this contract or so called team whenever we wish?”
    She comments, activating her Wind Indication.

 
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    ~Shilo Saga~
    Location: Train Station
    Interactions: Frank Woods ( FactionGuerrilla FactionGuerrilla ) and Rodimus ( Haz. Haz. )
    Mentions: Klaus ( thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore )
    Inventory: One Katar and an empty knife holster.
    Mood: Curious
    Condition: Healthy    ​
    Shilo's eyes snapped open as she felt her body lurch side ways at the sudden stop of whatever she was standing on. She was just quick enough to catch the closest pole to save herself a fall. "Carm-," She stopped herself as she realized that she wasn't on Simple Clyde anymore... she was a on a train? She looked around to see not only a larger group of people than she was used to seeing, but she didn't know any of them. The raven haired woman closed her mouth as she stepped off the train, on high alert of anything that seemed like a threat. For now, she would just hang back and see what was going on. She ignored everyone, the conversations that were going on around her, and anything that anyone was doing. Until she heard a voice that wasn't dripping in utter confusion. She looked up to see a man with muttonchops any biker she'd ever met would die for, and an under bite that couldn't help but remind her of a dog. He looks like how I imagine a werewolf human to look like. Shilo thought to herself. But, he seemed to have some kind of idea of what was going on as he was asking who everyone was, and the mere fact that he was there to greet them. The assassin said nothing, there were too many people talking to introduce herself and have it have any meaning anyway.

    Her attention was snagged away from Klaus as music started playing. A song she knew all too well. She narrowed her eyes at the car as it drove up, waiting for the owner to step out...Not the stepping out I had expected... she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tried to work out the mechanics of what had just happened in front of her. It's a dream. That's the only explanation... it's a fucking dream. But it didn't feel like a dream... As Rodimus started talking, explaining what was going on, she opened her eyes again. She watched as everyone listened to the car robot thing. This seemed so real, but it sounded so fake.

    She perked up at the mention of a job offer, giving a small smirk as it was explained. Fifty percent survival? That's me on a good day. This could be fun. Plus, it sounded like this entire job was right up her alley. A voice caught her attention, or more the words he said really. The Team 73 leader looked over at the much older man, clearly military, but something about his attitude reminded her of a dear friend of hers. Yeah, he was definitely a Marine. Shilo stepped forward, speaking for the first time. "To go off what he said," Shilo gestured vaguely toward Frank. "What kind of weapons will we be given? Will they be the ones we lost? Because I can assure you I had more than just the one." The assassin made to attempt to show what weapon she had on her. And though she hadn't directly checked, she knew for a fact that every weapon she always carried was gone, except for a single katar. The point was hammered home when the obvious knife holster on her leg, the one blade she ever kept noticeable, was seen empty.
 
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    [Corporal Damon S. Baird]
    {Status: Healthy, undamaged}
    {Equipment: N/A}
    {Armor/Clothing: Personal COG osmium-polyethylene armor}
    {Abilities: N/A}
    {Interactions: Haz. Haz. }
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    Baird was caught off guard by the sudden shifting vehicle. He watched in awe as it morphed itself entirely, parts shifting and clanking together. The final product came to be, a human-looking robot with function beyond what Baird has made before. He resisted a jaw drop as it began talking, introducing itself as Rodimus. It was so odd, it is as though the machine was sentient, or maybe not even really a machine. A species that looks like a machine and for some reason can turn into a car? This idea was reinforced by the passing mention of "Cybertron", likely the place he comes from. More surprising to the old man, if that's even possible at this point, was that he got pulled from his universe into this one, and he isn't alone. Everyone around him was "kidnapped", too, all of them apparently "special" in some way. The large bot pulled out a tablet and began reading a message to the group. After he finished, and asked for any questions they may have, Damon thought for a moment.

    Torn between his want to, well, not die, and also needing to do the "right thing", he settles on the latter. "First the grubs come back, now this... fuck my life. Alright, Rodimus, I'll come with, but what kind of assholes are we talking about?"
 
  • A deep, loud bang would eventually knock the one and only accountant out of his small snooze. Vaughn was already under the seats, away from plain sight. He could've sworn last time he was sitting, perhaps rolled down onto the ground? Although it bothered him, it wasn't his biggest worry. A huge train, minutes ago filled with people, is now completely abandoned. Vaughn, in fear and slight shock, jumps up from the cold deck, speedwalking towards the only possible exit.
    The accountant left the vehicle just to be greeted by a huge crowd. He proceeded to look for any familiar faces. One person Vaughn was hoping to see, Rhys, was just talking to a man with an LED button on his temple. Without hesitating, the accountant began sprinting towards the duo, eventually reaching them.
    "Rhys, you are.. alive! You freaked me out."
    Even after a short sprinting, Vaughn seemed to be relaxed, mainly because he was reunited with his bro. A warm smile appeared on his face as he glanced up at Rhys then shifting his gaze back and forth between the android.
    "Soo.. What have I missed?" - asked curiously, though he managed to catch a few words that the Loader Bot-looking thing said.
 
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  • Delsin Rowe Location= Millennium
    Mental Condition= Excited
    Physical Condition= Fine
    Current Powerset= Video

    Interaction The young man listened to the explanation of Rodimus eagerly. Who wouldn't? IT'S A FRIGGIN TRANSFORMER! IN REAL LIFE!!! The whole multiverse thing sounded friggin AWESOME. Given that he had already seen Pokemon, Delsin assumed that the universes from video games, books, and TV might also be present. This means that Delsin might be able to meet some characters he had always wanted to meet in real life, like Superman, or Iron Man. He might even be able to find some hot anime chicks to hit on. However, he had to be careful he didn't run into any super scary and super power people like Darth Sidious. What good are powers why they have magical space laser swords and stronger powers?

    And speaking of weapons, Rodimus mentioned something the possibility of gaining some nice gear. Delsin was never particularly fond of guns or knives. Who needs them when you have super cool superpowers? A chain would be handy, but he can just pick up any old chain and it'd work just as well. However... how cool would it be to walk around with a laser gun going pew pew? This Millennium would be a paradise for Eugene. For a guy that never wanted to face the real world, this city made entirely of fantasies, magic, and insane technology would be his favorite place.

    That brought up a question to Delsin. Would it be possible to go back or bring his friends here? This is cool and all, but what good is it if you can't share it with friends? "Hey, Rodimus! Is it possible to go back to our universes or to bring people from out universes here? And where do we sign up for this?"

    Notes Interacting With: Haz. Haz. (Rodimus)
    Mentioned:

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    Bolded Colored= External Dialogue
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Rodimus Silent.pngRodimus raised 'his' palms in a defensive manner as he shook his head.
"Slow down, cowboys... & Aliens (2011). One at a time, here we go."
Phoenix - Y-Y-Yes.. Will this involve some sort of illegal activities? I already lost my badge once for forged evidence.... but got it back eventually Said a mature, yet somewhat meek voice from the back of the crowd.
"Dude, I just said there's a 50% chance you might die. Losing an attorney badge would probably be the preferable option to, y'know, not being alive. But to answer your question, no. Everything written on this contract is condoned by the higher-ups."
Kobayashi - "Rodimus. I know I'm gonna join this makeshift policing force, but one question: What is the damage done to Millennium City so far, and how?" The voice of a redheaded young lady caught the Cybertronian's attention next.
"It's not a makeshift police force, stop calling it that. It's more like an, uhh... Mobile task force or something crossed with a demolitions crew. You go around beating people up and clearing the wreckage around the place, then once you're done a secondary support team'll show up and fix the mess. And the damage is sorta unnoticeable from a distance. Some Districts, like the Commercial one you're in right now are clean as clean can be. Others are desolate and in ruins, but you'll see for yourself soon-ish."
Lucario - "Uh... 'scuse me, Roddy!" A bipedal canine from the front row spoke up. "Is there... anything else that we'll have to do for the city except go with the plan of 'kick the bad guy's ass' every time one shows up? Contribute to society and fit in, for example? Do we get any benefits with the other parts of the city? Cut the ribbon on newly opened stores?"
The machine let out a disgruntled sigh, gently scrubbing his optics.
"This isn't a prison, man. You can go out and do whatever you want with the cash you get, just don't go around buying bazookas then shooting skyscrapers or something. In the hypothetical scenario where you would try and wreck the place like that, then firstly; that won't work, and secondly; you're gonna die if you try that. Trust me."
Hit - "What's the payment method of this universe? Is it secure?" A purple-domed warrior wearing a sleek, grey trench coat caused Rodimus to rub the back of his neck in unease.
"The Millennium Bank - yes, I know, real original - accepts any and all kinds of currency. Oh, and you're shot on sight if you enter any of the buildings with even a thought of robbing it or pulling some fishy scrap."
Emile - "Alright, Rodimus, we'll help you out. But first, I want to know if there are any UNSC personnel in this city."... to which the Cybertronian raised his index finger, opened his mouth to speak, then paused for a brief moment or two before actually saying anything.
"I don't know...? I mean, probably. Man, I don't know literally everything about this place. You're gonna have to dig around by yourselves, too."
Wes - To the gentle mime's inaudible pleas, Rodimus just responded with a drawn-out "Uhh...", before finally clasping his hands together and gesturing towards the poor Wes.
"Does anyone speak... whatever language he's not speaking? Ah, screw it, we'll deal with him later."
Then, came the high-pitched shrieking of a manchild in pink.
Pink Guy - "ooooooooooooooooo AmaaaaaaaaazIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAÀAAAAACCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE%"
To the break-dancing creature, Rodimus just plugged his ears or audio receptors or whatever and displayed a look of legitimate horror.
"Oh Primus, they warned me about this...!" Once it was over, however, the Cybertronian just took two, incredibly large steps away from the Lycra.
Crusch - “We have little choice in the matter, this is a contract I may have to accept. Before I sign up to something I want little to no involvement in; may we leave this contract or so called team whenever we wish?”
"Yep, and considering the fact that you'll be working with THAT pink disaster, I won't judge you if you do."
Shilo - "What kind of weapons will we be given? Will they be the ones we lost? Because I can assure you I had more than just the one."
"As I said before, the dude you'll be getting your gear from might as well be 'omnipresent'. Any stuff you want, he can get. Your first purchase from him is gonna be free, courtesy of yours truly, so choose as wisely as you can. I don't have high hopes for you guys' decision making skills, though.
Baird - "First the grubs come back, now this... fuck my life. Alright, Rodimus, I'll come with, but what kind of assholes are we talking about?"
"Even I don't know yet. The weirdos running around in the abandoned districts are as plentiful as they are secretive. Any recon drones 'they' sent to scout out the areas never came back, which is why we're sending in you guys instead."
Thel - "A tempting offer, machine, but before I agree to anything, do tell, who sent us this message?"
"Not allowed to say, sorry. Though, even if I was, I'd tell you that i don't know. Which I don't. 'They' operate anonymously. Real mysterious stuff going on."
Sophitia - “I have one question, but otherwise I guess I’m alright with joining you- Can we go back to our homes at any time?”
Delsin - "Hey, Rodimus! Is it possible to go back to our universes?"
Emily - "I'll help, Rodimus," A royal-looking woman echoed the questions of the other two. "but I'll also ask the same as her," pointing towards Sophitia with her thumb, "can we get back home?"
... To which the Cybertronian let out a long-winded, almost minute-long cackle, coupled with comical knee-slapping and chin-rubbing, likely confusing or irritating everyone around him. Once that was over, he straightened his posture and simply shrugged, before saying two words, and two words only.

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"Probably not."
Cyrus - "Well, since you are spewing out article laws does that mean you and Mr. Klaus are government workers? Not that matter is urgent, will you and Mr. Klaus escort us to this base of operations? And when will the first assignment, if I can call it that, be given?"
"I sorta answered your first question already, so I'll answer your other two instead. Yeah, we--well, I will escort you, and as for your third, then probably soon-ish. Depends when 'they' give us a ring. By that, I mean a call." Now that all was said and done, the Cybertronian splayed his palms and crossed them together before cracking his knuckles in an outward motion.
"Anyone I missed?"

CAST LIST
Rhysie Rhysie as Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney) and Rhys (Tales from the Borderlands)
Zerulu Zerulu as Vonyish Rostric (Warhammer 40k)
YellowTemperence YellowTemperence as Eric “Fiamatta”, Lucario (Pokemon) and Hit (Dragonball Super)
Caffeine Freak Caffeine Freak as Pink Guy (TVFilthyFrank)
jigglesworth jigglesworth as Emily Caldwin (Dishonored) and Damon S. Baird (Gears of War)
marc122 marc122 as Kobayashi (Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid)
doggodaily doggodaily as Connor (Detroit: Become Human) and Biker (Hotline Miami)
thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore as Conker (Conker’s Bad Fur Day), Revy (Black Lagoon), and Trevor Philips (Grand Theft Auto V)
Centurion_ Centurion_ as Crusch Karsten (Re:Zero)
DapperDogman DapperDogman as Ambra (Battleborn)
QizPizza QizPizza as Delsin Rowe (inFAMOUS: Second Son), Emile-A239 (Halo) and Audun the Dark Scholar (OC)
June Verles June Verles as Cyrus Smith (The Mysterious Island)
FactionGuerrilla FactionGuerrilla as Frank Woods (Call of Duty: Black Ops), Sophitia Alexandra (Soul Calibur VI), and Marcus Holloway (Watch Dogs 2)
Nindota Nindota as Zack (Pokémon OC)
Nightwisher Nightwisher as Shilo Saga (OC), Felix Auclair (OC) and Pallet Glaceman (OC)
ManyFaces ManyFaces as Wes (Don’t Starve)
darkred darkred as Lt. John Dunbar (Dances with Wolves)
fRick fRick as Vaughn (Tales from the Borderlands)​
 
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The question was asked for me, and the answer we were given... I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. A slow and steady stream began to roll down the sides of my face. The answer for me was confirmation that there was no way back to my team- no, my friends, my family, and... I'd never see them again. Whether Eric was ok with it or not, I gave him a hug, my tears dripping onto his fur. "E-Eric... I..." I tried to ask him the question once more, but couldn't manage to speak the words. Like I said before, the question was answered. I brought my head up to look directly to his eyes, my face showered with worry, sadness, and fear.

Interaction:
YellowTemperence YellowTemperence

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    Talking with Connor | Excited to see his Bro

    Meanwhile Rhys was interacting with Connor and trying to deal with Rodimus at the same time, the business man could hear some steps in a slow but rapid pace "Well Connor, what type of android are you?" the man with a mechanical arm asked the Model RK800 android as he heard a familiar Voice "Rhys, you are.. alive! You freaked me out." It would seem like someone's best bro was in the train without any notice, and made the business man turn around and see the one known as Vaughn, an accountant work "Soo.. What have I missed?" The business man in blue smiled as he saw his fellow accountant buddy "V-Vaughn? Were you also on there? Jeez I thought you were dead, Bro." said the one with the weird tie to the small one with High-tech glasses "I mean... There's some job offer that a few of us are asking questions and others are accepting right out the bat" That was what was happening in short words "I'd hug you right now, bro, but we may have a short time since who knows if we'll be moving out of here, bro" Now Rhys and Vaughn only need to be glad that they are not dead........ for now.​
 
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Another trains roll into the station eventually coming to a stop in the station stopping on its breaks neatly as it pulled up to the platform, its doors opening with a mechanical whoosh. Out came among perhaps other passengers a disgruntled bot seemingly either that or one that was now heavily observing its surroundings... or hey why can't it be both? Nonetheless the mechanical being began walking around, observing things and quickly trying to locate themselves or anything but just as quickly failing. What was there looking around in utter lack of consistency that boggled the brain was the glorious Ultima 4 Legacy, a gathered joint effort of less then ethical engineers and scientists to create a wonder soldier that was hyper intelligent and completely obedient. Regardless of their efforts and the price it was safe to say they'd succeeded. The mass of metal standing there was well versed in the art of war, violence, and subterfuge. Although... now there was nothing to instruct, no targets, no goals, no objectives, no locations to go, no return points. Everything was thrown out the window until the machine made a light noise as the Ultima 4 Legacy thought, "Time to activate Contingency protocol." They waited a bit as they began looking through some barely helpful stock data, generalized guidelines for well... contingency plans. The data was by no means specific or plentiful but it gave a good guide lines that Ultima 4 Legacy would now generally follow to seek return to their controllers or... to extend the lifespan of the unit.

Nonetheless Ultima 4 began now surveying the situation and area, scanners subtly activating and running. Looking over without guided assistance Ultima 4 spotted a large crowd of randomly assorted things and people and a... large robot. They then walked over assessing they were also disgruntled and confused, perhaps in a similar situation. They decided to try and gain some details from this assortment along with here scanners, them slowly informing the unit of their surroundings and conditions with only so much limited information. The scanners equipped not being highly advanced but, still capable. Nonetheless Ultima 4 opened up conversation with the group by asking in a some what assertive although heavily mechanical and apathetic voice, "What is this place, why are we here and what is the current state of events?"
 
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[Thel 'Vadam]
{Status: Healthy, shields down}
{Equipment: N/A}
{Armor/Clothing: Armor of the Arbiter}
{Abilities: N/A}
{Interactions: QizPizza QizPizza }​

As the machine began answering questions, a blip on Thel's radar began moving. The Sangheili thought nothing of it and continued his attention towards the bot. That was, until loud footsteps sounded too close to comfort. The Arbiter quickly turned to face the assailant, but was all too late. The SPARTAN was too close and his attack landed. 'Vadam managed to raise an arm in defense, the punch from the heavily armored SPARTAN-III instead hitting that. Thel's shields blocked most of the damage, but a dent was placed in Thel's armor and he was sent rolling away, his arm likely bruised. He quickly moved up to his feet, knees bent in a crouch and his arms ready for his attacker to charge again. "Hold yourself, Spartan! I am not your enemy!" Thel backs away, hoping to buy time for his shield to recharge. If he had his weapons, perhaps he could ward off the hulking man, as the odds are now in the SPARTAN's favor after his attack. This begging the question, why did he attack, does he not know of the ceasefire between the Sangheili and humanity?
 

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Eric

Rodimus' response to 'Cassandra,' that royal-looking woman and that other beanie wearing man is the opposite answer as to what I wanted to hear. I expected it- I really did. Every single time something like this happens, the response to the question of whether or not you'll return is either 'probably not' or a solid 'no.' Almost every single time it's happened to me, I've found a way back- but only after a good amount of time spent in the universe I was taken to, which, at minimum, is half a year, and that's at best.

Zack's front legs wrap around me in a hug.

"E-Eric... I..."

As his tears begin to stain my vest, I pull the Quilava in close. I can't make any promises to him. Though Rodimus here worded it in a way that would give an optimist hope, what with saying 'probably not,' Zack doesn't seem to be looking to the bright side. I don't blame him. We wouldn't see Team Blackfire for... not even I know how long. I'm sure they can take care of themselves- they always have. They're not newcomers to fighting- they're hardened veterans who have fought against countless amounts of enemies of all types of powers.​

My paw strokes Zack's head slowly. Only he would be able to feel my trembling.

Yeah... I... have confidence in them. They'll... be fine...

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Lucario

"Wait..." Lucario grimaces. His trust of this robot, if he even IS one, is beginning to wane- there's a huge, gaping hole in what he told the canine and what he said later. Heck, this guy says he was sent by someone he doesn't even know and whose identity, if he DID know (if that's not a lie), is not allowed to disclose. The red flag isn't just raised. It's being dangled from the top of a Burj Khalifa decorated in blaring alarms like it's a Christmas tree.

"...If... this isn't a jail, then why can't we leave? Is there... no way out of here? If it's the meeting point for a bunch of different universes, there has to be an intentional exit somewhere in the city, right...?"

The canine is careful to not touch upon the subject of their superior. That might be... ill-advised.

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Hit

The assassin of Universe 6 is far less tolerant to information being withheld from him. The last time someone who tried to hire him anonymously was someone who tried to commit suicide by Hit just to test his own power, for Zeno's sake. The only reason he accepted the target back then was because it was Son Goku himself, who was the only one who could allow Hit to push himself. In a foreign land, having so many gaps in an explanation could spell disaster for business. Who's to say this person sending Rodimus here is no better than the assassin's own God of Destruction, who hired him to participate in a tournament for the sole reason of showing off to his brother? Who's to say that he won't just be treated like some manipulated pawn once more?

"Why say you can't answer who your superior is, then follow up with them apparently being anonymous?" Hit asks in a far more 'don't dare lie' tone. His expression looks more than a dead serious killjoy now- impatience is creeping into his eyes. "It sounds to me like not even you know the full story. Give me one good reason why I should accept a deal from someone who contradicts themselves not even a minute after I meet them."

Mentions:

FactionGuerrilla FactionGuerrilla (Cassa- I mean, Sophitia)
jigglesworth jigglesworth (Emily)
QizPizza QizPizza (Delsin)

Interactions:

Nindota Nindota (Zack)
Haz. Haz. (Rodimus)

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  • Vaughn scratches the back of his neck as he'd give the android another quick curious glance.
    “Job offer? What would this job include? By any chance, would this job have anything to do with Assquez?” - asked the accountant, aiming this question more towards.. well, anyone who had an answer. Vaughn formed a small smirk, gently patting Rhys' left shoulder as he lowers his voice, speaking up on a calm tone.
    “I am really glad to see you again. Now, uhh.. When are we going?” Although the question might've made the impression of the accountant being impatient, but that was not the case. It was simply out of pure curiosity. As he was awaiting for the answers, he'd proceed to scan the area around him. Strange looking creatures, huge-ass robot.
    “I don't think it's Pandora..” The Hyperion gives the LED-man (yes, that's his new nickname) another glance, this time longer than usual, which obviously gets Connor's attention. To reduce the level of awkwardness, Vaughn lets out a faint cough prior to speaking up once more.
    “So, uhh.. Hi. My name is Vaughn. V-a-u-g-h-n..” Vaughn pronounces every sound out carefully before he shifts his gaze back to Rhys.
    “Do they speak our language?”


 

Name: Cyrus Smith.
Inventory: Nitro-glycerine satchels.
Interacting: Centurion_ Centurion_ marc122 marc122 darkred darkred
Mentions: Haz. Haz.
Status: Healthy
Currency: 0$
Cyrus listened to Rodimus's answers without giving any clue about what he was thinking. However, he was pretty ticked at the fact that he was last to be answered but at least he wasn't ignored like some other poor souls were. He crosses his arms and begins to stare down at the ground, doing this for a solid moment before jolting his attention to John who was addressing him;

"Yes, Lieutenant. From the fact that we are offered stable employment means that we aren't going to be able to leave any time soon, so sticking together is a natural thing to do, but the two of us won't be enough. We need to expand if we want a higher chance of survival in this unnatural environment we should try and get some more allies, speaking of allies.".

He then turns towards Miss Kobayashi and taps her on the shoulder to get her attention before asking her;

"Excuse me, Miss Kobayashi, me and Lieutenant Dunbar are going to make a little group, would you like to accompany us? Of course, you are free not to." He then turns towards Crusch and bows, but this time only with his torso for convenience; "Madam Crusch, that offer is also extended to you, we would be honored to be in your company.".
 
Eric's paw going through the floofy fur atop my head definitely did a lot to help calm me down, though his trembling was enough to tell me that he, too was thinking about our team. The tears, while they were still coming, definitely slowed down. I held onto Eric for several more seconds before letting him go and walking back a couple steps. "We'll... find a way back... we... we won't be stuck here forever... right?" I asked, while doing my best to force a smile. I tried to wipe away my tears with my paw and turned over toward everyone else. "We've just got to do some work for a while. That's all..." I took a deep breath in and let out an extended exhale. Blackfire... They'll be alright. I know they will be. They always are. I turned back to Eric and tugged at my scarf to make sure it was on properly. It let off a light glow which quickly faded before anyone would have likely noticed. At least I know I can still evolve if I need to. Hopefully evolving or changing forms wouldn't be necessary anytime soon, but who knows what might lie ahead. Maybe I would need to. There was only one way to find out, really.

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  • Frank was certainly glad someone else had some common sense around the place, asking some decently good questions and acknowledging their situation, respectively. He already saw two good female candidates- one who he believed had called herself some kind of royal candidate or some shit like that, and another, more ragged-looking female whose black hair masked one of her eyes even though she didn't seem to care. He swore he could see the glint of a pair of dog tags around her neck- did that mean she was militaristic like he was? If so, then that was definitely a good start.

    Unfortunately, before he could get to know these two potential candidates for partners, one loud-mouthed edgelord wearing armor and a carved helmet decided to stomp right over and try to bop an alien-looking guy right in the face, leaving a dent in the latter's arm instead. This was definitely not what he wanted in the first ten fucking seconds everyone got off the train- especially since he wasn't covered by the CIA and would probably be very much likely to be vulnerable to criminal charges and shit like that. And if he could get arrested out of affiliation to that joker, he wasn't letting that happen.

    "Hey, dipshit- knock it off! You're gonna get us all fuckin' busted for fighting in public, you knucklehead!" Woods snapped loudly and angrily, likely getting the attention of the Spartan and the attention of most of the other special snowflakes around them. He kind of wanted to grab the guy, but considering that the asshole was wearing a giant metal suit chances were that the Marine wouldn't be able to move the big dummy- even though he had to be one of the most physically strong CIA operatives, that didn't mean jack shit if he was trying to move a one-ton tin can all on his own.
 

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    Rhys
    The salary man looked at his friend in a weird way as he tried to establish some sort of interaction with the RK800 Model from "CyberLife" within the following disturbing statement “So, uhh.. Hi. My name is Vaughn. V-a-u-g-h-n..”.....Yep, very kinda weird "Uhm Vaughn..... You can just greet it and introduce yourself without any of your..... creepy stuff........ and yes it does speak our language, like it did with me.......... Jeez bro you sometimes get over yourself" [?] Rhys will try to forget that. Let the business man think that he never had to hear that coming from the mouth of his friend, though Vaughn was more questioning about the Job offer "I thought Vasquez was dead, and no... I simply don't know how to explain it to you, bro. When are we going? I don't know, but I'm also glad to see you again, bro" Talk about a good bromance since childhood, am I right? "Just make sure you don't try to get in a fight with it... I know what some of them can fight and really good" ​
 
KOBAYASHI-SAN​
Inventory
  • Smartphone
Money: $0
Abilities
  • The capability to program in Python. Duh.

Status
Perfectly fine!
So this force is actually a legally approved one? Hmm... I mean, this makeshift police force does have good intentions, like weeding out the bad from Millennium City, so that must be how it's a legally condoned...but then again, it might be, on the off-chance, corrupt, even with Klaus in the picture. Wait. I have been told that it's actually some sort of demolition...task force...team. That's oddly specific of them, alright. So we can do what we want, as long as it's not harmful? I saw that coming. And my yen's accepted at the Millennium Bank. Good to hear, even if I didn't bring any at all.

This armored man is trying to ask about something like the presence of his troops, but all he got was something that could be amounted to 'I don't kno--...uh, as usual, this manchild's just screaming, but this time, without any proper translation for me to rely on, I cannot understand what he asked, and so cannot this Rodimus me--oh, so we can leave if we want. Something tells me something will go wrong and maybe tons of people will leave. Alright, since he brought up the shop man, I will think about it explicitly: First purchases are not to be underestimated because I need to choose wisely. From the Spin to a devastatingly powerful Devil Fruit, to the ability to turn into a weapon, and then to Goku's full set of powers. There is so much that I can choose from, but oh no, am I conflicted! It's like one of the few times I wanted to buy a manga volume, but was running low on money, except here, I do not have any money at all, and my first item bought is free!

I will think about it later, just please, give me time to think.

Rodimus doesn't know what dangers lurk within slums of the abandoned...districts. If he truly doesn't know, then neither do we, and because of that, this is actually one of my fears since applying for the job. And he doesn't want to tell us who had him and Klaus send us the message...pretty understandable, because after all, I don't think we should let our place get cramped in there...even though I know for sure that it might be. Oh, Sophitia and this Dalse--...Delse, uh, Delsin guy are asking if they can go back. And Rodimus laughed...

...O--Oh my!

Rodimus laughed. This cannot mean s--something good. I know for sure he's gonna say "no" which means that...that...

I can't go home. And I can only imagine what happens without me.

...

A foul stench flooded the skies.

Screams of people could be heard.

You could only touch the rough rubble and remains of a place.

And it tasted like blood and flames.

A roar echoed throughout a ruined city. A red dragon had just been attacked by a small fleet of two F-2s belonging to the JASDF with lines of cluster bombs dropping onto the malicious, hulking creature, yet it stood up, its scaly skin only grazed by said bombs. It proceeded to charge up an purple, unnaturally powerful chi beam before firing right away at the two fighters, disintegrating them in the blink of an eye.

In the meantime, a blue serpent dragon with fish-like fins on its head quickly slithered towards the site of warfare, panting worriedly, when suddenly, it caught sight of a person whom it recognized. It was a blonde woman with a trucker cap and a set of horns, holding a dead boy with purple hair in her arms.

"Lucoa! What's happened with him?!"

"Elma, m--my baby, he..."

Never before had she seen the former Aztec goddess this angry, yet this depressed. She was visibly angry, her teeth showing, clenched against each other, but tears were dropping from her eyes onto the boy's body. Understandably, Elma was upset, but then she caught a glimpse of a whimpering girl dressed in orange polka-dot maid getup, closing her eyes and praying that everything will turn out to be alright, as long as she is there.

'Georgie...'

"I--It's not my fault! I had already lost his sister beforehand, and now, all I have is this girl, Georgie!"

"But if you're escorting her to safety, why aren't you using your--"

"HE'LL NOTICE ME! That dragon, that son of a bitch, tearing up the city..."

"Then go on foot! Do not waste anymore time here!"

Just then, they felt a harsh rumble from the ground, so they looked and it turned out that it was a nearby building giving way from being hit by a flying piece of rubble made of tank carcasses and structural remains.

"NOW!"

Without a word, Quetzalcoatl resumed her speedwalking, Georgie, the only surviving member of the Saikawa family, following after her, all the while Elma continued making her way towards the God of Demise. However, before she could arrive, another familiar face, one in a suit with circular glasses, stepped in, still in his human form.

"Fafnir? What are you doing here?!"

"I do not wish to do this, Elma, but my apologies go to you, because of what I am about to do."

Just then, Fafnir began transforming, as Elma braced for her eventual fate.

...

I can only imagine that horrible things are happening to my family and, arguably, mankind. ...H--Huh..? He only said "probably not"..? That--... That gives me hope, then! If he only said "probably not", then there is a chance that we could go home! And I am going to assume that we, indeed, can go home, but only after a series of trials and tribulations! ....Um, excuse me, Mr. Wright, but anyway! Because of that, I shall fight; fight for my chance to get out of here and finally return!

Determined to battle my way home, I clench my fists with a serious look on my face, as I prepare for what's to come. Then the Cyrus guy came up to me and asked if I could be part of his little group. Hmm. The fight for home isn't really that easy if you're going about it alone, because Rodimus said that's a 50% chance of us dying. Good idea. I shall do so, now, even if the guy only has his brains.

"Yes."
 
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  • Emile A-239 Location= Millennium City
    Mental Condition= Furious
    Physical Condition= Fine
    Shields= 100%

    Interaction "Hold yourself, Spartan! I am not your enemy!"

    This Elite was trying to stop the fighting? This was something new and low, even for hingeheads. Of course the Elite were the enemy. As long as even one is alive humanity wouldn't be safe. Every single one of them is a monster, and the only way to beat a monster is to turn into one yourself. Emile won't spare the Covenant any mercy, just like how they never bothered to show any mercy to the humans. The Spartan was about to go in for another attack, when the man in a late 20th century army uniform began to shout.

    "Hey, dipshit- knock it off! You're gonna get us all fuckin' busted for fighting in public, you knucklehead!"

    "Busted? You don't understand, do you, gramps? You're stuck in 'Nam or Iraq, but now, the fight isn't with other humans, it's with this hingehead right here! Leave him alone, and he'll destroy this city, just like how his kind glassed Reach right in front of my eyes. Is this what you want, gramps?" As Emile growled at the other soldier, he caught a glance of his uniform. Woods. Master Sergeant. That's leverage. "You're going to kill this bastard, Master Sergeant Woods. That's an order. As a Warrant Officer, I'm pulling rank. If you aren't going to kill this hingehead, you're looking a court marshal."

    If this soldier didn't comply, Emile would have to take...drastic measures. He won't tolerate a soldier that isn't willing to fight their enemy, especially if it was a hingehead. Emile could somewhat understand if it was against insurgents, but this was an Elite. Well...he supposed it would be a shame if the man fell in combat against a hingehead, wouldn't it? Whether or not the ancient soldier would comply, Emile would drop to a combative stance in anticipation of the Sangheili in front of him's attack and begin his own verbal assault. "WHAT'S WRONG, SQUID FACE? You scared? GOOD!

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The marine observed the fighting and decided to step in, no point in killing useful fodder so early on. As he approached he heard another soldier try to stop it, where the Spartan than decided to pull rank, this made Vonyish very pleased. "Under the God Emperor's holy crusade, and captain of the O so holy DeathWatch, I order you to step down Warrant Officer, I to see this abomination as something I would wish to purge, but I have assessed we aren't at home, rules have changed. We will need all the firepower we can muster if we are to return."

The marine started to slowly walk to the fight, slowed down by his hulking armour, hoping to calm the fighting in the process.


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Marie - healthy

Behind the crowd of two dozen or so peculiar characters, Marie appeared and watched silently. As they gathered, a nearby car transformed into a robot. Marie was scarcely phased by the transformation- plenty of weird things had happened since she had... "appeared" here. She wasn't sure how to describe it. The transition seemed dreamlike. One moment she was chatting it up with her cousin, the next she was arriving at a weirdly futuristic train station. The first, most shocking occurrence was all of the humans out and about. She had deduced that wherever she was must be some time in the past. A startling conclusion.

Back in the present- err, the much more recent past- the transforming car/robot gave a rather long-winded explanation of the goings on. This speech clarified a few key things for Marie: one, she had apparently been transported not from her own time, but from her own dimension to a completely different one, two, the place she was in now was called Millennium City, which she used to confirm the validity of the robot's statements- some cityfolk she overheard had mentioned the name in passing, and three, some anonymous group was willing to hire newly-transported people for cleanup duty, clearing out the old and the hazardous so they can build a better city on top of the rubble. It was quite a bit to soak in, but Marie thought she understood the gist of it.

Just a few seconds after the robot answered the crowd's questions, a fight broke out. Some yellow-clad soldier with a skull engraved on his helmet was throwing punches and, what she assumed were, racial slurs at a... an alien. It was clearly not Inkling, nor even humanoid, with its hunched stature and split jaw. It was also clad in a similarly-yellow armor, though not as thorough as the soldier's. The alien shielded itself with an arm and declared its lack of ill will. For whatever reason, this seemed to only anger the soldier further, as he lashed out, using the phrase "hingehead" in a somehow even more condescending tone.

He evidently was angry enough to try ranking another soldier, claiming to be a Warrant Officer. Those were both nonsense terms to Marie, as the only ranks she understood were "Agent" and "Captain" of the Squidbeak Splatoon. Back in reality, he expounded on the racial insults towards the alien by mustering the gall to call it a "squid face". At this point, Marie was pretty sure she had identified who the "bad guy" was in this scenario, so she spoke up, "Hey, Warrant Officer, do you have a problem with squids?"

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[Thel 'Vadam]
{Status: Healthy, shields recharged}
{Equipment: N/A}
{Armor/Clothing: Armor of the Arbiter}
{Abilities: N/A}
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The intervention of the human Woods gave Thel's shields time to recharge, though it may or may not have given the Sangheili another assailant. The SPARTAN pulled rank, ordering the man to attack Thel. The hulking man then began to verbally assault the alien in a stance similar to the latter's. It's an improvement, sure, though not a very big one. 'Vadam ignored his insults, instead attempting to deescalate. "Do not play the fool, Spartan, we are in unfamiliar territory," he said, shields fully recharged now. "The human is right, fighting will not lead to any good will with the city." It was then another large man in heavy armor tried to stop the supersoldier. This one, however, agreed with the SPARTAN, in that the Sangheili needed to die, but not yet. He did not come from the universe Thel is from, he's not seen anything like him, so why he wishes to "purge" the Sangheili is beyond him.
 
Connor/RK-800

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In the midst of interaction he began speaking, "Oh, you are not an android? Oh well. I am model RK-800, nice to meet you." He did a small fake smile, it was obviously fake, but he tried his best having no emotions. He adjusted his coat as he looked at him, "What particular hobbies interest you?" He asked, until another man walked up. "Hello, Vaughn! I am Connor, the android sent by cyberlife, model RK-800, nice to meet you." Connor did his fake smile once more, but this time he extended his hand and nodded to him. "C-O-N-N-O-R, hopefully that will advance our bromance." He taunted him, still holding the fake smile. Then Connor turned his attention back to Rhys, "May I ask, this looks much different than Detroit, where are we?"

Connor was very confused, with all these mythical creatures and what not, he was in the blue.

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