Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

[Sleek]

• Asriel Dreemurr
• Status, Inventory, and Mentions

• 
  Asriel barely made it back into the base, immediately slipping into the nearest chair and trying not to throw up. He had virtually nothing in the way of endurance, so the fact that Rodimus' drinks didn't kill him alone was a mystery. He was too badly hurt at this point to get up out of the chair that he sat in, and didn't really register everyone going about their business.
  However, it didn't keep him from freezing when he heard the out of place beep. Only a few people seemed interested, meaning that either everyone else was drunk or it was a common occurance. Neither comforted the child, who proceeded to hobble away from the sound and find a chair farther away.
  
  The small motion of walking that far made him dizzy, and Asriel more or less fell into the chair, still out of it.
  Armband or no, Asriel wasn't getting out of that chair of his own volition.
  
• 
  Asriel Dreemurr
  Physical status: 80%
  Mental Status: 100%
  Current Status: Intoxicated (Caffiene overdose)
  
  Inventory: Clothes, his heart locket.
  Abilities: Monster magic.
  
  Mentions:
  @Libra base.
  

 

[jigglesworth]

• Damon Baird
• Emily Kaldwin
• Thel 'Vadam

• 
  
  
  [Corporal Damon S. Baird]
  {Money: 1530$}
  {Status: Healthy, undamaged}
  {Equipment/Items: Chainsaw Lancer, Gnasher Shotgun, Boltok, Bolo Grenades}
  {Armor/Clothing: Personal COG osmium-polyethylene armor}
  {Abilities: Summon JACK}
  {Interactions: darkred Sleek }
  ​
  "Alright," he ended on with Asriel, even though he didn't believe him. Not a good first experience for the kid in the city. Downing the rest of his drink, the full effects of the alcohol poisoning began flooding in. The room began spinning, voices were muffled but amplified, his mind an oxymoron of blank cacophony as he can barely make out Rodimus' voice among the chatter that fills the bar. Turning to the entrance, and nearly doubling over as he did so, he saw the holoform of the robot exit the bar into some sort of void. That might be the alcohol, though. Despite the state of the old man, he follows in a drunken stupor towards the exit. It's probably best he passes out on a couch somewhere in the base.
  
  Hobbling through the void, he must of lost like an hour, because he was suddenly back at HQ. The dazed Gear paid no mind to the mental time skip, made it easier for now him. He listened to Rodimus' explanation, and hobbled once again, this time towards the check. Grabbing the pen, Damon sloppily wrote his signature down. Well, it was more just squiggles and lines, but who's signature isn't? He also grabs an arm band, looking at it intently. Though he would have inspected it first, his stupor prevents real judgement coming to him. That and just overall an overall tiredness battling the 48 hour energy Rodimus gave them. Baird snaps the arm band on, jumping once it closes tight. Afterwards simply retreating to rest, laying awake on a couch in the recreational room, hoping beyond hope that this time it isn't that bad.
• 
  
  
  [Emily Drexel Lela Kaldwin]
  {Money: 1400$}
  {Status: Healthy, undamaged}
  {Equipment/Items: UNSC Combat Knife}
  {Armor/Clothing: Empress Garb}
  {Abilities: Far Reach, Mesmerize, Doppelganger, Dark Vision, Agility}
  {Interactions: FactionGuerrilla adore }​
  
  As she shook the Greek's hand, she was surprised she could tell Emily is a fighter. Must be quite perceptive, this Kassandra. She nodded to her remarks of the sword, letting go of her hand. At the question of Emily's occupation, she didn't know quite how to answer that. She wasn't really anything other than an Empress with a dad that happened to be an assassin of sorts. After thinking for a moment, "You could say I'm a mercenary... of sorts. More in the employ of myself than others." Perhaps with time her real occupation will come up, but it doesn't really matter right now. Kaldwin listened to Sophitia speak, and noted the sorrow to her sword's demise. It seemed like a unique sword, definitely, likely one with special meaning to the Athenian.
  
  Rodimus led them all back through the door once the morning began creeping up. After walking through a void, giving her uncomfortable thoughts of her time with the Outsider, they ended up back in the HQ. With a little explaining, she ended up signing the tablet as well, her signature written in a mock-calligraphy as she doesn't have the utensil for it. At least now they won't be acting outside of the law, she counts them lucky they weren't apprehended. Then, Emily simply changes back into her original clothing, though keeping her costume with her other things. As she exits, she notices a few people looking as if they are investigating something, but she pays no mind and enters the training room.
• 
  
  
  [Thel 'Vadam]
  {Money: 950$}
  {Status: Healthy, punctured shoulder}
  {Equipment/Items: SRS99D-S2 AM, Type-1 Energy Sword, Type-51 Carbine, Type-25 DEP}
  {Armor/Clothing: Armor of the Arbiter}
  {Abilities: Invisibility, Super Strength, Enhanced Vision}
  {Interactions: QizPizza GinkyGotBack }​
  
  Thel thought for a moment on the Spartan's question, definitely deciding to leave out the part where he commanded the assault on Reach. "It has been about a year since Reach, at the end of the fight the Pillar of Autumn escaped. The Covenant followed them to a superweapon, a Halo Ring world, what they considered a sacred artifact of an ancient race. The Master Chief detonated the Pillar of Autumn to destroy the weapon, and so the ship was lost. It wasn't long after that when the war ended the next year," he ended, sipping the rest of his water with the same difficulty.
  
  The Sangheili couldn't tell how much time had passed, but when Rodimus called for them to return, he was eager to leave. Mainly because that means he could rip off the costume, which, once they entered the HQ via mysterious abyss, he did. He also signed the contract on the tablet, though in his own Sangheili script. The arm band he grabbed had to do a lot of stretching to fit over his armor, but it eventually did. At the mention of the printer not really working, he decided to make his way down there first, just to grab a quick item from the printer. That, being a super vision of sorts. It allows him to see in various amounts of vision (e.g infrared, night vision, etc.).
  
  Returning to the upstairs, he hears a systematic beeping. It was quick, but he heard it. Some others had the same curiosity, thankfully he wasn't going crazy. He towered over the squid-like thing and awaited Rodimus' response.

 

[Chungchangching]

Vitan Armerstannie

Spoiler: Information

Status: A bit frightened
Cash: 1210$
Inventory: Thompson Submachine Gun, Glock 17 and A Butterfly Knife
Abilities: 『Jinx!』『A Stand?』
With: Arm-band gang

Limp, the body of Vitan lied calmly on the steady stool, in a ragdoll-esque fashion with the occasional twitching, drool running down her open mouth. The frail girl eventually woke up after falling off the stool face first with a loud 'thud' noise before looking around frantically, realizing she was about to get left out and nobody even bothered to wake her up?! What a buncha dicks, She doesn't care if they didn't see her sleeping they're still a bunch of dicks! She's fucking spiking their drinks with cyanide if this happens again.

After a short while, she lazily got back up in a slothful fashion and chased after the group heading through the door with her hands on her pockets because she thinks she'll look cool like that. After she got transported right back at the headquarters, the girl rubbed the back of her head wondering how they got here that fast but later shrugged it off thinking that she went through a gateway or something, it doesn't matter since she's probably not gonna see it again, anyway.

+$800

Vitan then strapped that stupid lookin' armband on her right arm, feeling it suddenly squeeze her making the panic a bit, thinking that it will somehow crush her brittle bones but any normal person would know that not a case but Vitan isn't the most sane person to grace this team, hell. You could argue that she's probably the most paranoid or hysterical person in the group. The frail girl rubbed the arm-band while nervously whistling, wondering if you can just remove it or is it permanently stuck there. She tried to remove it but it won't budge. How fantastic.​

 

[QizPizza]

• Emile A-239
• Emile's Powers & Inventory

• 
  
  Emile A-239

  Location= Millennium City - Libra Base
  Mental Condition= Inquisitive
  Physical Condition= Fine
  Shields= 100%
  
  
  
  Interaction

  "So our last stand wasn't a waste of time. The ship we protected held the man that let the humans kick the Covenant's asses. What a turn of events." Emile chuckled knowing that his efforts were crucial to the surrender of the Covenant. It's always good to know that the death of his comrades weren't in vain...except Jorge and Kat. The big bastard thought he died saving Reach and Kat was caught off guard... Maybe only Carter and Six's deaths were worth anything...
  
  The Spartan-III's depressing train of thought was cut off by Rodimus calling everyone back to the base. It was about time. Everyone was just screwing around and getting drunk. What kind of an operation would this be if it played so loose with the rules. Emile picked up his helmet and put it back on, following Thel through the doorway and back to Libra. Once back, Emile stripped off the silicon armor modifications in favor of his already modified armor. He slid an arm band around his large shoulder plate as it tightened and stayed put. Looking at the tablet, he simply signed "Emile" and supposedly received $800 to his tab.
  
  The Spartan heard the beeping soon after. A ringtone? Someone was calling, and it usually wasn't any of his business, but since Thel went, Emile followed. He still didn't completely trust the Elite, and that meant keeping him in sight as often as possible. If he doesn't turn out to be bent on extermination, then Emile can pass it off as "bonding". If Thel did turn out to be evil, then Emile will be able to put him down at the first sign of suspicion. Emile took his place next to Thel and asked, "Did the big bucket of bolts say anything yet about the call, yet?"
  

  Notes

  Interacting With: jigglesworth (Thel Vadam)
  Mentioned:
  Group Members:
  
  Italicized Colored= Internal Dialogue
  Bolded Colored= External Dialogue
  Emile's Speech Color= #990000
  
• 
  
  Emile A-239

  Powers:
  

  • Spartan Augmentations
  • Reaper's Powers
    • The Reaping
    • Wraith Form
    • Shadow Step
    • Death Blossom
  • Stand: Seek and Destroy

  Inventory: (Money: $800)
  

  • Custom Power Armor
    • Mjolnir MK V Armor
    • Augmented Reaction Suit
    • CryNet Nanosuit
    • Libra Arm Band
  • Kevlar Trenchcoat
  • Custom Brothers Grimm 12G Shotguns (Akimbo)
    • Military Laser Module
    • Big Brother Magazines
    • Little Brother Foregrip
    • Shh! Suppressor
    • AP Slugs
    • Speculator Sight
  • LTAG Grenade Launcher
  
  

 

[June Verles]

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John Hancock [Div class="Line"][/div]
Hancock didn't have the best experience at the bar out of the bunch, as he approached the counter trying to use his strength to shove people out the way only resulted with him realizing he had normal strength for whatever reason. Which for most people would prove to be annoying if they lived with superpowers for their entire lives but seeing as he was surrounded by booze which was notorious for helping people reconcile with their problems, and he had an unlimited amount available.

Unfortunately for him as he was on his second bottle of Hennesy Rodimus showed up, deciding to be an actual employer. Hancock deciding it'd be better to be hired now rather than later when he got shitfaced would be better, so he reluctantly went with the oversized toy. Luckily as he saw the money, being able to get paid for doing nothing he happily approved, which improve his mood quite a bit. So with new money in hand, he heads to the printer in order to get his basic powers back on track.

As he approached the printer he realized that the thing had an option to give him strength over what he had previously, a lot more actually. Why the fuck would he have to get the power to fly back if he could just buy extra strength? So he spent his accumulated funds on two orbs, for extra strength and lightning, because how many people here can shoot lightning, he would have to find out later that there are quite a few people here who can shoot lightning better than him.

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[Nindota]

In some corner of the room, some may notice a dark-brown magical flying cat fetus Mew, floating just above the ground in a seated position with their eyes closed. For those who had been around since the train had first arrived, they may notice this Mew looks to be slightly familiar. This however, was someone else completely.

----

I opened one eye to peek at what was going on before me, closing it back up when I saw nothing truly of interest going on.

 

[Centurion_]

• Levi Kazama
• Information/Inventory

• 
  
  
  The ceiling appears to peel away almost like a sheet as a slim figure flips down from the ceiling. The figure appears to be a young girl in some kind of school uniform, she stands and presents herself before those in the printer room. She smiles wearing a smug grin on her face as she was sure that she had surprised those in the room.
  
  "I bet you didn't expect a ninja to ambush you in your HQ." She comments, placing a hand on her hip.
  "Don't worry I'm not here to fight you, unless you want to lose.." The girl says with a cheery smile, staring down Hancock.
  "My name is Levi Kazama, the Trinity Seven of the Invidia Archive and one of the most powerful mages of the Royal Biblia Academy. It's nice to meet you."
  
  She takes a few glances around the room, "Uh, so what is this place and where am I exactly?" Levi says, a little more seriously.
  
  
  
  June Verles marc122 ​
• 
  
  
  Status:
  ​
  Healthy: Levi has no injuries and is not sick.
  
  
  
  Current Equipment:
  ​
  Royal Biblia Academy Uniform: Levi's Biblia academy uniform, lightweight and tight fitting.
  
  
  
  Current Abilities:
  ​
  Ninja Art - Body Replacement Technique (CHOSEN ABILITY):
  A technique that allows Levi to switch places with a person or object.
  
  ​

 

[June Verles]

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Mentioned:
Centurion_ Haz. GinkyGotBack
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[Div class="Line"][/div] Location:
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John Hancock [Div class="Line"][/div]
Hancock at this point didn't know what to do, he simply decided that he might as well sit leaning on the table, who knows how long is going to take for everyone to move their arses into gear. Still, it was pretty hard to keep comfortable with this armband over his bicep, it was tight as shit for some god damned reason. Luckily he was prepared, this is where the little plastic bag next to him was, the booze he took from the Bar on the giant race toaster's tab, this should help with the

As he put his lips around the bottle some teenage chick with a body wait too advanced for age materialized out of the roof and landed on the floor doing a pose. Looking at the bottle for a moment he sighs before closing it and putting back into his bag, it was already crazy enough for him without being inebriated.

"Bitch what? Wizard? What are you from the Japanese branch of Hogwarts with a minor in ninja shit?" he begins by. Putting the plastic bottle next to his leg he stares at up where she came from. " So you've been there at least longer than we've been here, that means you decided to hide before you investigated, I don't know what that says about how strong you are, miss "Unless you want to lose"."

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[marc122]

• Kobayashi
• Kobayashi (Flashback)

• 
  
  KOBAYASHI-SAN​
  Spoiler: Info

  Inventory
  

  • Smartphone
  • Revy’s Cloned Beretta 92FS
  • Alucard's Anti-Freak Combat Pistol, Jackal
  • Libra arm-band!

  Money: $1100
  Abilities
  

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

  Status
  Body ache.
  ... Ugh...
  
  ...The heck just happened? A--All I can remember is me having a few drinks, then the next thing I could remember is--
  
  Oh no. Mr. Wright's passed out cold right in front of me with a broken glass, and what are those markings on his face?! Well, I suppose I must've drawn something like "Tohur>every1!!" along with nearly unrecognizable drawings of Gundam characters, Ace Attorney characters, and my family. Just...gah..! My head! ...and stomach... What did I do...what did I do..?! Guess the whole Nick's passed out thing is not the only problem, because my whole body's aching and--
  
  Ack...I almost threw up right as I was trying to make out what had happened. Just great--Hey, what'd that whistle come fro--oh. It's Rodimus. Well, at the very least I won't have to be stuck here... Oh well. Time to carry Mr. Wright back.
  
  .....
  
  Even after we "magically" got back to the HQ, even after we received news that w--we were...hired officially by Libra, and even after receiving that arm band, I still can't quite shake off whatever had happened in the b--bar, especially with an achy body. For all I know, Mr. Wright could be angry at me for whatever had happened last night. It's like one of those times when Makoto and I got wasted together and...well, whatever happened to get us landed in my apartment, happened, and I still couldn't quite remember the full details of that. I mean, at the very least, he was not really yelling at me when he woke up...and just recalling a past instance did not help matters at all. At this point, I'd rather have worked in food service than just relive an embarrassing memory, but then again, I'm not sure if I'm willing to put up with angry, ungrateful customers...
  
  I let out an exasperated breath of air. Hopefully it doesn't happen once again. Alright. Let's see what I can get at that printer. I stand up and head inside the printer room where--huh? Who's she? Uh, she's got this somewhat unorthodox school outfit, leg bands, a long white scarf around her neck, brown bangs covering her left eye, and the...right, that's Levi from Trinity Seven: The Seven Magicians. Well, since she introduced herse--
  
  Woah, what's with that guy? Is he trying to look for a fight or something? Whatever, I better make sure the...the two don't end up fighting.
  
  "Whoa there, you two. Let's not get too ahead of ourselves. Anyway, as I was about to say, I am Kobayashi. I worked at Jigokumeguri System Engineering Inc. as a programmer."
  
  Rhysie Centurion_ June Verles
  
• 
  
  KOBAYASHI-SAN​
  Inventory
  

  • Smartphone
  • Revy’s Cloned Beretta 92FS
  • Alucard's Anti-Freak Combat Pistol, Jackal

  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.
  • Emotional healing factor!
  • A larger blood threshold.

  Status
  
  "Satporopet! And w--we're gonna climb a fucking ladder!"
  
  AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I DON'T FUCKING CARE ANYM--MORE! I just want him to give him a nice...good challenge, to see who could even...erf, ec--even stand without fucking falling on their ass, let alone cali--climb some random ladder! And lemme tell you what, I am the ONLY one in the world who can turn into a dragon! I s--suppose that Dobu--Tohru could c--count, but is she even here? NAAAAAH. She's here, just that I! AM! TOHRU!!!
  
  Whooffsey daisffy, I think I might've banged my leg against some chair, but whatever, I'm fu--functioning the best I am. I then point to the bartender and sa--say,
  
  "Four drinks of premium Satporopet, please!"
  
  Ohoho~! She's gettin' that beer poured for us, and--oh, she's already done! Even faster than I could, y'know, type 'muda' 15 times in a row! And so I grab two of those beers and slide them towar--F--FOR--DAMMIT I ALMOST DROPPED IT!!!
  
  M--Meh, whatever. At lease I didn't spill any. Now, I grab the remaining two beers for myself and look at that one ace attorney.
  
  "Bottoms up!"
  
  Rhysie
  

 

[Centurion_]

• Levi Kazama
• Information/Inventory

• 
  
  
  Happy to see that the man's first response wasn't to try and kill her, she lowers her guard a little and relaxes her body. The guy didn't look like much of a fighter or really anything special for a matter of fact, the same could be said for the other girl in the room. She didn't see a reason to get violent with either of these people, they didn't look dangerous and she didn't have any kind of mission to kill them; friendly people was something that reassured her.
  
  Levi lets out a hearty chuckle after hearing the man's comment about Japanese Hogwarts, but is quick to raise an eyebrow and smirk as he makes an observation about her hiding on the roof. "I guess you could say that I am some kind of Japanese wizard ninja, it's a pretty good description." She says with a open mouth smile. "When you wake up somewhere you've never seen before and hear the slightest noise, the best bet is always to hide, the element of surprise is a very powerful weapon." Levi says, defending her actions.
  
  Whilst it seemed to be so, she wasn't the most composed person in the room. She was here now because she had just sacrificed herself during a major Breakdown Phenomenon at the Biblia Academy to save her friend, and waking up in some kind of alternate reality wasn't exactly what she was expecting. She was hoping to find out where she was and how she could escape, she didn't want to leave her friends behind. "Hi, Kobayashi. Don't worry about us, I doubt anything will happen."
  
  
  
  
  
  June Verles marc122​
• 
  
  
  Status:
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  Healthy: Levi has no injuries and is not sick.
  
  
  
  Current Equipment:
  ​
  Royal Biblia Academy Uniform: Levi's Biblia academy uniform, lightweight and tight fitting.
  
  
  
  Current Abilities:
  ​
  Ninja Art - Body Replacement Technique (CHOSEN ABILITY):
  A technique that allows Levi to switch places with a person or object.
  
  ​

 

[marc122]

KOBAYASHI-SAN​

Spoiler: Info

Inventory

• Smartphone
• Revy’s 9mm Sword Cutlass Beretta 92FS
• Alucard's Anti-Freak Combat Pistol, Jackal
• Libra arm-band!

Money: $1100
Abilities

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

Status
Body ache..?

Welp. Whatever Ms. Kazama had told me just realized that I might've overreacted. Assuming she was correct, I have no choice to believe her, especially since my body's still hurting...or was it..? Hang on. I know it was bad when I woke up from last night, but now it's not bothering me as much. Still, though, I'm hurting a little bit, but at the very least it's not hurting as much. Oh, and by the way? The fact that I had overreacted just further restates how much I've changed, but for the worse.

Well, back to where I am right now. It's only all the more appropriate that Levi thinks of hiding, or the element of surprise, or whatever oddly specific term she calls, since she's used it to great effect, such as when she fought Lieselotte Sherlock. That's no wonder all her missions prior to meeting Yui have been successful. Meanwhile, the only reason why I have custody over Tohru, a powerful dragon, is because I was drunk one night, otherwise I wouldn't be here. Oh well, wishful thinking, wishful thinking...

Anyway. What to say, what to say--right.

"Well, alright."

Centurion_ June Verles

 

[GearBlade654]

Dismas
Equipment: Padded Overcoat
Status: Ugh...
Condition: Hazy
Stress: 5/200 (+3 stress. I don't think anyone expected a loud whistle)

Dismas woke up right before the loud whistle came across HQ. Dismas, while he still hadn't fully recovered from being drunk, was now very much alert. He barely noticed the armband, only shooting it a quick glance before looking around for what could have caused the whistle.
"Bloody hell, just how many drinks did I have?"
Dismas groaned as he rose up, rubbing the back of his head, before realizing what just happened.
"I'm not going crazy, am I? Anyone hear a loud whistle just now?"
The fairly drunk highwayman listened to what Rodimus had to say. Printer?
Dismas turned to his old friend and muttered a question. "Reynauld, do me a favor and tell just what is this printer."

Reynauld
Equipment: Damaged Longsword, Damaged Suit of Armor, Bottle of Holy Water, The Light's Favor, An Inactive Stand
Status: Concerned
Condition: Longsword and Suit of Armor damaged
Stress: 1/200 (Ditto, he didn't expect the whistle either)
"It's... it's a seemingly miraculous machine. Allow me to explain, Dismas."
Reynauld jerked a thumb towards where the printer was, then carefully inspected his Libra armband. If the Light deemed him worthy to fight in the name of justice, even against those not from his time, then so bit it.
"For money I have not seen before, it would seem that the machine is capable of creating anything you wish. Normally, this would mean you could get your flintlock and knife back, but if what I hear is true, then it may not be such a good idea to get both weapons back."
"I recommend you get a pistol. If my beliefs about the machine is correct, you're not limited to getting back your old flintlock.

On these words, Dismas scratched his chin and headed for the printer.

(Offscreen-Ludwig, 3/200 Stress)

 

[June Verles]

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Centurion_ marc122 GinkyGotBack
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John Hancock [Div class="Line"][/div]
"Sounds like a bitch to me." Hancock thought to himself, however, that's none his business so he kept it to himself, good job Hancock. However similarly to him, there was someone who kept to themselves but also intervened in none of their business which seemed like some sort of an oxymoron. She also looked like a young Chinese girl or something actually on second thought there were a lot more chineses here than one would suspect, guess the whole thing about 1 in 4 was right even in the multiverse.

Ignoring the inevitability of Chinese supremacy he focuses on the new girl or possibly feminine boy, not as he could tell from his/her's name. That was until he heard he was an engineer for a computer company, definitively a guy. Still either he wasn't very confident or he took way too long to think about stuff, like two whole paragraphs or something crazy like that.

"Well since we're doing introductions, might as well." it should be easy after all, he'd already done it in prison once before so he picked up a nearby chair sitting on it. "My name is Hancock, 80 and probably older amnesiac with Superman's powers but without any of the cool ones."

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[Haz.]

• Mista
• Sex Pistols
• Status

• "Jesus, Number 3, you're drunk. Stop hitting Number 5."
  3 - "Hey, f-ffffuck you, Mista! I can do whatever--burp--I want to..!"
  7 - "Guys, I think Number 3's getting a bit too violent here. We should probably--"
  3 - "Y-YOU'RE ALL GONNA FUCKIN' DIE!"
  "Oi, you're not getting any food if this keeps up! I'm starting to actually feel the punches, y'know..."
  3 - "ASS-burp-HOLE!"
  Sometimes I just wish I had one'a those silent Stands, like Giorno's. Then again, my Pistols can talk to Smith, so they're all probably just mute or somethin'. I wonder what Purple Haze is like, though... Scratch that, my Pistols' expressions when talkin' about it mean I probably shouldn't ask.
  I flattened myself against the sofa and crossed my legs, stuffing my gun back into the crotch of my tiger-striped pants. I could've sworn I heard some beeping noise behind the back wall, but... Nah, it's probably nothin'.
  Either way, none of these guys were dead despite getting hit by the arrow, so that probably meant their Stands were still dormant. I should probably watch out in case we get another Notorious B.I.G.
  1 - "Hey, Mista, what about that Yuuki guy? Should we pop 'im?"
  2 - "We should just kill him before he kills us, Mista! That Stand's too fuckin' strong to even exist!"
  "Well, cleaving his head off sure as hell didn't work for Anubis, so shooting him probably won't work, either. Dude looks even stronger than Giorno, and that's stupid-scary on its own. Last thing we need is him turning on us, y'know..."
  
  (oh hey please notice the crazy person talking to his gun thanks)
  (Mista is open for interaction.)
  
• 
  
  

  Stand Name	Stand User	Namesake
  『Sex Pistols』	Guido Mista	Sex Pistols (English punk rock band)
  Ability	Effect
  Bullet Control	Ride bullets in order to reposition them, then violently kick them in order to change their trajectory.

• 
  
  Status: Stoic
  
  Condition: Healthy
  
  Equipment:
  - A Smith & Wesson M&P R8 revolver.
  
  Abilities:
  - Mista's Stand,『Sex Pistols』
  - Zoom (Quirk)
  - X-Ray Vision
  - Firearm Mastery
  - Bottomless Clip
  
  Interactions:
  no one because I'm a sad, lonely fuck
  
  Bank Account:
  $800
  (+$800 from check)
  
  Mista Color: #2969B0
  Sex Pistols Color: #DAA520
  
  

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Marie - healthy

Marie had sat down in a corner, feeling the more depressive effects of the alcohol beginning to kick in. She sat cross-legged, with her head in her hands, thinking about nothing in particular. She sighed for no good reason, and looked down. She remembered one of her fingers was missing, the lack of sensation once again shooting tingles down her arm, which in turn reminded her of the marksman. She still hadn't gotten his name yet! She stood up suddenly, when she caught sight of him talking to the little gremlins she had spotted earlier.

Marie walked over to the marksman, ogling at all six of them together. They seemed similar but different. Each one had some sort of defining feature, and a number on its forehead. She counted them, but she seemed to be missing one, as there were six, but they were labelled 1 through 7, skipping 4 for whatever reason. The inkling approached the marksman, and asked, raising her right hand, showing off her missing trigger finger, "I've been thinking for a while... why did you shoot me earlier?"

( Haz. as Mista)

 

[marc122]

KOBAYASHI-SAN​

Spoiler: Info

Inventory

• Smartphone
• Revy’s 9mm Sword Cutlass Beretta 92FS
• Alucard's Anti-Freak Combat Pistol, Jackal
• Libra arm-band!

Money: $1100
Abilities

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

Status
Perfectly fine!

"80 and probably older, hmm?"

Did Hancock just say he's 80? Hmmm. He said he was that old, yet I do not see him looking his age. Kind of reminds me of Tohru, especially with her--...

...

I just realized something: I can't seem to stop thinking about her. Even last night at the bar, and before I drank away my sobriety like in the old days, I had thought of her alongside Kanna, both of whom I miss dearly to the point of making it my mission to come back to those two. Maybe it's the shock from losing them, and my parents, that's finally starting to take a toll on me, alongside all the other events that left rather unfathomable impressions on me, maybe it's entirely something else. Either way, it is why I'm still yet to take that dragon maid outfit off; because I was so used to living with them that only a day in, I'm starting to appear alien, even to myself. Anyway, I might as well try to change the topic, because something did not feel right while I was leaving the living room after having put Nick on the couch.

"Well, uh..."

...Wh--what the hell! I've most likely gone to the point where I can't even say whatever I want to! Just what's going on with me?! I've already went through too much just yesterday, I've already gone through hell and back with the shooting, the abominations, etc., I'm about to be yelled at by Mr. Wright, someone I respect, both as a fictional character and person, for writing on his face and, for all I know, giving him an aching body, and now what? I'm already too tense to even talk normally, and this is only in the morning of my second day here! Oh, it gets worse: All of that is after Tohru was taken from me by her father, leaving just me to care for Kanna, otherwise she would have only Saikawa and Georgie to turn to, and even then, I don't think she'll be any better off without me and her. And when Tohru came back, I was happy to see her again after weeks, yet all of that was invalidated when her dad cannibalized me in seconds!

Okay, just--! I need to calm down, especially now. I take a deep breath...alright, now what to say? What. To. Say? I know. I'll tell them a bit about how I'm feeling right now.

"...Sorry. I just--...I seem more disoriented than usual today."

June Verles Centurion_ GinkyGotBack

 

[Critic Ham]

• The Doomed Storyline
• Hyperspace Arsenal

• 
  Glasses shattered after the man try to distract me. I raised a hand over my head and balled it into a fist. My body tensed up for a fight, mind formulating battle plans and outcomes, and systems within the suit booting up. Yet Vega spoke.
  
  “It would be unwise to start a fight here.”
  
  I growled, hand still hovering above my head. He was right. I did need to readjust to society if I were to acquire the resources necessary to return to Hell after all. So I lowered my fist to my side despite rage screaming at me to bash the man into a puddle. I gave a huff before turning away.
  
• 
  Status:
  
  Restrained Rage
  
  Cash: 20
  
  Equipment:
  
  Praetor Suit: A Hell-forged suit of armor that increases Doomguy's stats and protects him from environmental hazards. Comes equipped with a shoulder mounted rocket and a blade. All other functions disabled.
  
  Vega: An A.I. that can speak for and assist the Doom Marine.
  
  UAC Pistol: Standard sidearm that deals little damage, but can be charged for extra damage and has infinite ammo.
  
  Combat Shotgun: Strandard shotgun that deals moderate amounts of damage and has a grappling hook to allow increase mobility.
  
  Chainsaw: Melee weapon that spawns oodles of ammo upon killing an enemy.
  
  Daisy the Bunny: Doomguy's pet bunny. She reminds him of better days.
  
  Interactions:
  Haz.
  
  

 

[Centurion_]

• Levi Kazama
• Information/Inventory

• 
  
  
  Levi gives Kobayashi a reassuring smile, she seemed like a nice woman and didn’t want to make her feel like she wasn’t worth her time. Wanting to know more about the place and where she was, she decided to carry on the conversation and questioned the two. “Nice to meet the both of you, I guess you’re both a little dazed from partying considering this place stinks like alcohol. But, do you mind asking where exactly I am? What city is this?”
  
  Although Levi shouldn’t expect much from two people who she’d just met that were clearly inebriated, her thema meant that she always expected the best of people. The ninja waited patiently, looking interested in what they would have to say.
  
  
  
  June Verles marc122
  Haz.​
• 
  
  
  Status:
  ​
  Healthy: Levi has no injuries and is not sick.
  
  
  
  Current Equipment:
  ​
  Royal Biblia Academy Uniform: Levi's Biblia academy uniform, lightweight and tight fitting.
  
  
  
  Current Abilities:
  ​
  Ninja Art - Body Replacement Technique (CHOSEN ABILITY):
  A technique that allows Levi to switch places with a person or object.
  
  ​

 

[June Verles]

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Mentioned:
Centurion_ marc122 GinkyGotBack Haz. Ferociousfeind Critic Ham
[Div class="Line"][/div] Currency:
0$ and 0 cents.
[Div class="Line"][/div] Location:
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John Hancock [Div class="Line"][/div]
"We're in 1000 year metropolis or something, some sort of gathering spot for all types of people from different worlds and universes, we don't know how we got here or why we are here. The piece of scrap" referring to Rodimus" hasn't told us anything either."

The man stared at the Kobayashi who was still internalizing her thoughts ever after he just mouthed off to her about it. Losing his patience with the young man he shows his discontent by clicking his tongue and looking away before turning at him again, waving at him to snap him out of it;

"Boy if you don't stop contemplating your life every waking moment I'm going to clap you out of it, what are you going sulk all day about your old world or are you going to do something about it? Damn," he says as he gets off his chair, dusting his trousers as he does so. Looking around he notices a few new people coming in, which he analyses to see who were worthy of his attention.

Well first it was a guy wearing a weird swimming cap on his head and an outfit that didn't fit him physically and that paired with him talking to his gun put him well out of his guys who he'd want to interact with. Next, it was a literal anthropomorphic calimari, maybe he just got teleported to Japan, lots of Asians, giant robots, tentacle monsters? It all works out. Anyways she was out of the question too, but then came doom guy, and he could tell that the boy was angry from just a glance. But he clearly was doing his best to control, something Hancock acknowledged by doing the customary man greet nod.

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[ManyFaces]

Spoiler: Lil Hunter Status and Inventory

Physically
Fine?
Mentally
On Guard

Items
Lil' Gunther
-$0

Lil' Hunter had been looking forward to leaving the bar and getting back to action. Though in the very back of his mind where his sanity still prevailed he had to wonder if going on a mission was the best idea after all the drinking that had been done.

Presented with this new identification in the form of an arm band gave him the most joyous feeling. He stroked his gun "Get to shoot shoot things soon... Yes... Probably." The mutant looked around at the base. It made him feel strange, he'd been in the wastelands so long that it felt strange being in a civilised building.
Lil' Hunter paced about a second time, his suit making metallic clicking sounds as he walked back and forth. He needed to do something. Anything, to somewhat expend his excess energy.

Then it hit him! He would do what he did when he first came to the IDPD. He... Actually didn't remember but it involved using words! One of his fellow MCPD officer's surely wouldn't mind him trying to integrate into the ranks.

He looked to the group of three. They didn't look like soldiers or officers of any kind but the organization was odd. The officer approached cautiously and though it was hard to tell given how short he was crouched down slowly as he moved feeling vulnerable even in the headquarters since he was new. "Forgive for intrusssion but your squadron seemss most high in number and so strongest. May I ask namesss?" Lil Hunter stared wide eyed at the group.

June Verles marc122 Centurion_ GinkyGotBack (GM)

 

[GinkyGotBack]

Rodimus turned his head to the squishy squidgirl and shrugged. "Hell if I'd know, it's probably the plumbing. As far as I'm concerned, plumbing doesn't make that kind of noise, buuut it's pretty much the only half-make-sensing answer.", to which Klaus responded with an ever-so stone-cold "That's not a word or a phrase..."

"Anyway, go check it out or something. I'm just gonna go to sleep." Promptly, the Autobot's human holoform dissipated into sparks, followed by the sound of the garage door opening and shutting rapidly.

Ferociousfeind @AnyoneElseCuriousAboutTheBeeping

 

[GearBlade654]

Dismas
Equipment: Padded Overcoat, Silenced and Scoped Semi Auto Pistol
Status: Fascinated
Condition: Hazy
Stress: 4/200 (-1, he just found some new stuff)

"This... this is nothing short of a bloody miracle."
The highwayman's face, whose features were usually in a sardonic grin or completely neutral, was in shock. All Dismas was searching for was his old flintlock pistol, and his hand was hovering over what looked like would create whatever he ordered. However, Dismas got far more than that-pistols of all kinds were evident. Revolvers, some weird pistol with red down the line, all with what seemed to be the price near them.
Dismas eventually settled for new but not too new. 200 credits later, a semi auto pistol with a silencer and a scope complete with ammo popped out of the machine, which Dismas immediately picked up and looked over. This definitely wasn't his old pistol, but it looked so much more powerful and advanced than his old flintlock pistol. Dismas immediately began studying his newfound weapon with extreme interest.

 

[Nightwisher]

• Shilo Saga
• Pallet Glacemen
• Interactions

• 
  
  
  
  

  
  ~Shilo Saga~
  Location: Libra Base
  Inventory: N/A
  Currency: 2300
  Power: Light Control
  Mood: Nervous, in character, trying to relax
  Condition: Minor head injury (healing)​
  Shilo’s attention was pulled away from the conversation as the loud whistle rung out. She narrowed her eye in annoyance at the high pitched sound, her teal gaze landing on Rodimus as the source. The woman gave Frank a sideways glance before setting her glass on the bar top and heading to grab her stuff. If it was going to be a choice of hanging out at the bar and going on a quest, it was going to be quest any time, even if hanging out at the bar got her a chance to possibly bond with an ally. Shilo quickly changed out of her heels and back into her boots and slipped out of her leather pants and into her normal bottoms. She decided to keep the shirt, it was a nice change of pace, and she would appreciate the change of clothes as time went on.
  
  Leaving the heels and leather pants in the bathroom near one of the printers, Shilo walked toward the door of the bar. She opened it, hesitating for just a moment when she was met with the black void like space. “This better work.” She muttered under her breath before stepping out into the black mass. Luckily enough for her, it did work. The assassin found herself back at Libra Base, just in time to see everyone else who had followed the autobot through the door gathering around the table and putting on arm bands. Shilo stepped forward, waiting for the others to disperse a bit so she wouldn’t feel too crowded before grabbing one of her own. “You know, this is kind of Third Reich-esc.” The woman pointed out as she slipped the arm band over her jacket sleeve, brow furrowing as it tightened and formed to fit her arm.
  
  She didn’t have much else to say, she had no questions to ask yet, and didn’t plan on buying anything from the printer, so the woman stepped back away from the table and leaned against the wall. She was out of the way, silent, basically seemed to disappear as the others around her carried on with what they were doing. Shilo glanced around the room, taking in all the others, trying to recall the names she knew, sizing them up to see if they’d make good allies, or just checking to make sure they were sober enough to even be helpful… It looked like it was pretty split down the middle, whether or not they were sober enough to function. How, in the name of God, were so many people this light weight. Though, to be fair, some of them seemed to be rather young… She let out a silent sigh through her nose. Great.
  
  The woman remained where she was as more and more people joined, the ninja from the ceiling was a surprise, but still Shilo remained where she was; silent and watching. A small smirk danced across her lips as she watched the different interactions. Nothing seemed particularly interesting enough to make her speak though. She’d rather learn more about her companions before she tried even pretending to make any allies. This bunch didn’t seem as clear and straightforward and Frank, more unpredictable… she didn’t quite like that.
  
• 
  
  
  
  

  
  ~Pallet Glacemen~
  Location: Valhalla (Bar)
  Inventory: Folia Auream (A golden knife)
  Currency: 1000
  Power: Elemental control over fire and water, healing, and Demon form
  Mood: Entertained, happy
  Condition: Healthy​
  Pallet gave a nod as a “you’re welcome”as the Fallen thanked her for the healing. “No problem, I guess. Though I’ll probably just hold it over your head for the next...however long we’re here.” Of course, she meant in the city, not the bar. It was weird...Audun being nice to her, asking for her help. She wasn’t sure if she was totally comfortable with it. It was one thing to tease each other and flirt, try to get him to fall into his impure thoughts...it was a totally different thing to actually handle one another, and help. She rolled her shoulders, trying to physically release the odd tension she felt about the situation when she heard Audun calling to her. A challenge? She smirked, that was more like it.
  
  Pallet’s hair flipped around as she spun to face the huge male. “You’re first mistake was assuming I cared enough about your opinion to take that as an actual insult, your second mistake was assuming this was my first drink.” She downed the drink and quickly grabbed another. The demon was, more or less, physically incapable of becoming intoxicated. At least in her world, she wasn’t sure if the rules of that changed here. She downed her drink and ordered a third, asking for it to be strong this time. “Your third mistake was thinking you could actually keep up with me."
• 
  Shilo Saga
  Interactions: Rodimus ( GinkyGotBack )
  Mentions: Frank Woods ( FactionGuerrilla ), Asriel Dreemur ( Sleek ), Marie ( Ferociousfeind ), Levi ( Centurion_ ), and the rest of the quest group
  
  Pallet Glacemen
  Interactions: Audun ( QizPizza )
  Mentions: N/A

 

[Centurion_]

• Levi Kazama
• Information/Inventory

• 
  
  
  Nodding in response to Hancock’s explaination, she took onboard his words and frowned. She was unsure on how she would return home to the rest of the Trinity Seven and see her friends again. Looking over her shoulder she notices the printer machine. Levi looks down at her hands before turning to face the machine. “So how does this thing work then…?” She mumbles to herself, she had noticed that her magic and her connection to her archive felt a lot weaker since she awoke in this world.
  
  Curious to see how the technology worked, she approached the machine and began to press a couple of buttons, trying to fathom how the machine worked. She mentally visualized what she wanted and hoped for the best. Eventually she got the machine to work and a short Katana in a sheath was printed from the machine. It seemed to have a ring on the end of the Katana’s hilt, she pulled on the ring; revealing that it was a concealed kunai hidden within the sword. Smirking at her weapon, she reaches behind her, the sheath perfectly clipping to the back of her skirt like her original katana. She twirls with it and practices drawing the katana a few times to try it out. She was pretty happy with her purchase, Levi shot a smile at Hancock and started to walk around the room looking for someone else to talk to.
  
  
  (-100 Dollars)
  
  GinkyGotBack Haz. June Verles​
  
  
• 
  
  
  Status:
  ​
  Healthy: Levi has no injuries and is not sick.
  
  
  
  Current Equipment:
  ​
  Royal Biblia Academy Uniform: Levi's Biblia academy uniform, lightweight and tight fitting.
  
  ​
  Katana w/ Concealed Kunai: Custom short katana with a kunai hidden within the hilt, has no special properties.
  
  
  Current Abilities:
  ​
  Ninja Art - Body Replacement Technique (CHOSEN ABILITY):
  A technique that allows Levi to switch places with a person or object.
  
  ​

 

[Haz.]

• Mista
• Sex Pistols
• Status

• Cllllllllllick.
  I slowly thumbed back the hammer of my revolver.
  It's her.
  Number 3 was the fastest on the draw, immediately throwing himself into a fit of blind rage and charging headfirst at the squidget (squid + midget). Numbers 2 and 6 weren't too far behind, letting out random, unintelligible war cries before following after Number 3. I, on the other hand, obviously took it way more seriously, like the mob's super-badass underboss should.
  Except for the fact that I was sweating enough to drown out the deodorant.
  "Get back! Get the fuck back, right now, or you're losin' the other, motherfuckin' finger!"
  I pointed the barrel of the gun towards the squidget's other pinkie.
  "And don't ever come near me ever again, you hear me?!"
  
• 
  
  

  Stand Name	Stand User	Ability
  『Sex Pistols』	Guido Mista	Bullet Redirection

  Aspect	Scale	Rank
  Destructive Power	▌▌▌▌▌	E
  Speed	▌▌▌▌▌	C
  Range	▌▌▌▌▌	B
  Durability	▌▌▌▌▌	A
  Precision	▌▌▌▌▌	A
  Development Potential	▌▌▌▌▌	B

• 
  Status: Stoic
  
  Condition: Healthy
  
  Equipment:
  - A Smith & Wesson M&P R8 revolver.
  
  Abilities:
  - Mista's Stand,『Sex Pistols』
  - Zoom (Quirk)
  - X-Ray Vision
  - Firearm Mastery
  - Bottomless Clip
  
  Interactions:
  Ferociousfeind (Marie)
  
  Bank Account:
  $800
  (+$800 from check)
  
  Mista Color: #2969B0
  Sex Pistols Color: #DAA520