Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

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  • Emile A-239 Location= Millennium City - Libra Base
    Mental Condition= Alert
    Physical Condition= Fine
    Shields= 100%

    Interaction Exercising some semblance of self restrain in the the face of the increasingly bothersome group dynamic, especially the hobo who told him off and brought the ceiling down on the hallway, like a dumbass. This one wasn't suspicious, he was just a liability. Shaking his head he looked towards Thel and seeing the energy still in the Elite's hands, Emile decided against putting his shotguns away as well. When the Spartan heard the thud, he was immediately on guard, raising his guns as Thel ignited the energy sword. Following the Elite, Emile dashed past the others into the other room.

    Notes Interacting With: jigglesworth jigglesworth (Thel Vadam) GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack (DM) June Verles June Verles (Hancock)
    Mentioned:
    Group Members:

    Italicized Colored= Internal Dialogue
    Bolded Colored= External Dialogue
    Emile's Speech Color= #990000
 

  • Questions of a Dead Man:


    Quest Premise: Disturbances in the Libra base? Signs of possible intruders? Those who returned to the Libra base (mostly) sober have to get to the bottom of the situation. One misstep can lead to an early demise. Keep your eyes and ears open, not that it'll help.

    Quest Participants:
    - Guido Mista Haz. Haz.
    - Yuuki Yoshida GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack
    - Vhyjho domisunique domisunique
    - Marie Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind
    - Eric YellowTemperence YellowTemperence
    - Asriel Sleek Sleek
    - Thel 'Vadam jigglesworth jigglesworth
    - Vitan Chungchangching Chungchangching
    - Emile QizPizza QizPizza
    - John Hancock June Verles June Verles
    - Levi Kazama Centurion_ Centurion_
    - Kobayashi marc122 marc122
    - Dismas GearBlade654 GearBlade654
    - Doom Marine Critic Ham Critic Ham
    - Lil' Hunter ManyFaces ManyFaces
    - Shilo Saga Nightwisher Nightwisher
 
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[Thel 'Vadam]
{Money: 250$}
{Status: Healthy, punctured shoulder/minor shotgun wound to the stomach, shields empty}
{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 QizPizza GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack }​

Once Arbiter got into the room, and he noticed on his radar an ally was running with him, there was no one else there. Only a knife and a pistol, as the kid suggested. He growled, not liking this at all. He must be invisible, or ran through another wall. Either way, he doesn't like it. "Show yourself, don't make us find you!" hopefully that'd come off as intimidating, but probably not to someone who can become untouchable. In a fit of timing, after he spoke, a shot rang. Right behind him. It was loud, very loud, probably a shotgun, the pellets slamming into his shield. It took them nearly out, only 10% left. He barely turned when the next shot rang, he could see the weapon now. Definitely a shotgun, but this time, with his turning, only have the pellets hit. His shield was burnt out, the remaining pellets denting into his armor. The final shot rang out, and he could see who was shooting. The SPARTAN. His shotgun's pellets burst from the barrel, at very close range, into the Arbiter's stomach. Not all of them broke through the armor, but they definitely helped. Some got through the gaps and made their way through the weave between his plates, while others brute forced their way through and did the same, though thankfully doing less damage than the former pellets. Were it not for his armor upgrade yesterday, he'd be looking at a major wound. Fortunately, though around 16 pellets did penetrate his armor and into his skin causing pain and bleeding, the damage to his person was minor, as the armor caught the brunt of it. Still something to get checked out later, don't wanna keep those in lest he gets infected.

Back into reality, he did just get hit point blank with a shotgun a few times, so he also was blasted backwards. He was thrown away from Emile, a good yard or two, and began recomposing himself. What the hell just happened? Why did he snap so quickly? SPARTANs have better composure than that, he knows, even Emile. Still, he had a moment to react, and use that moment by going Invisible. Here, he used both his armor's invisibility to hide from Emile's sensors, and the ability Invisibility to hide from his sight without a bubble showing up in the air. He also gripped his wound to prevent any drop of blood from revealing his position.

"Spartan! What has gotten into you? One moment you're fine," he grunted for a moment, his wound pulsating from pain, "and the next you're shooting me?" What did strike the Sangheili as odd, though, was the number of shots. Three. Emile doesn't know of his armor upgrade, sure, but he seems like the kind of guy who would make sure his enemy is dead. As he spoke, he slowly grabbed out his plasma pistol, ready to aim it at the SPARTAN should he figure out his position.
 
VITAN ARMERSTANNIE
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Status: Spooked
Cash: 1210$
Inventory: Thompson Submachine Gun, Glock 17 and A Butterfly Knife
Abilities: 『Jinx!』『A Stand?』
With: Quest Group

Oh Jesus Christ, everything is happening so fast but Vitan is too tired to take control of the situation because she's used her 『Jinx!』 ability too many times without taking a break with almost everyone is just falling to complete pieces (At least in her point of view). Whoever this intruder is, she's gotta say that she's pretty impressed and scared at him or her at the same time, the frail girl probably wants to take notes because she wants to be this good at making people suddenly fall apart. Vitan was always a strategist when it comes to escaping and evading attacks but she's not one for offensive wits other than a groin kick, her sister is better when it comes to directly fighting people.

The frail girl was trying to come up with a plan but because she barely knows anything about the guy they're fighting against, she has no clue what to do and if she uses her jinx ability again, chances are she'll pass out from exhaustion, this is bad. Vitan feels like she should panic but that would probably make the situation worst. "What do we do, what do we do?!" She squealed, shivering immensely. "I'm too sleepy to think of a plan!" Vitan said, making up a poor excuse to why she doesn't have a solution to the problem, like always. The frail girl's grip on her weapons was loosening, planning to flee when the intruder targets her.​
 
Dismas
Equipment: Padded Overcoat, Silenced and Scoped Semi Auto Pistol
Status: Tense
Condition: Little Less Hazy
Stress: 7/200
Dismas turned Yuuki back on over on his stomach in an attempt to stop the flow of blood. He wasn't a doctor, but he knew basic first aid.
The highwayman heard metallic clanking. Dismas turned around... and his eyes narrowed as he realized that neither had a bottle of whiskey or a first aid kit. Dismas noticed his old friend was limping, and immediately noticed Reynauld's leg. The crusader was keeping an eye on the ground, watching for traps, while Ludwig kept a careful eye out while having one of Reynauld's arms over his shoulder.
A trap. Like the spikes in the Ruins. But they appear to have stabbed Reynauld in the side of the leg... if those were even spikes. The wound looked too big to be a spike-more like a damn explosion.
"Bloody hell. Alright, will you look at that? They've somehow trapped the entire damn place."
Dismas growled underneath his breath. First day on the job and this was happening. Dismas made an oath that if he ever found the person behind this he wouldn't hesitate to fire.
"Tell you guys what. Reynauld, lie down. You aren't doing anything with that leg. Ludwig, you keep an eye on him. In the meanwhile..."
Dismas pulled off his prisoner costume's cap, and applied it to the wound, before staring down the hallway.
"I'm going to investigate."
With that, Dismas carefully kept an eye down the hallway, deciding to take a good look at the hallway before trying to walk down the hallway. Dismas had his fair share of constabulary ambushes and traps left by idiotic hunters.
Dismas heard Vitan shortly afterwards. The highwayman turned and tersely said, "Keep your head down and out of trouble. I'm getting the feeling that whatever this thing is, it wants to sow discord among us or something before it tries to kill us."
GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack Chungchangching Chungchangching

Dismas' stress: +3, 10/200
Reynauld's stress: +6, 10/200
Ludwig's stress: +3, 9/100
Reynauld's condition changed from Fine to Wounded Leg
 
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VITAN ARMERSTANNIE
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Status: Spooked
Cash: 1210$
Inventory: Thompson Submachine Gun, Glock 17 and A Butterfly Knife
Abilities: 『Jinx!』『A Stand?』
With: Quest Group

"Keep your head down and out of trouble. I'm getting the feeling that whatever this thing is, it wants to sow discord among us or something before it tries to kill us."

After hearing that, Vitan sighed, thinking they're facing off against an edgelord which makes the situation worst. She always despised those kind of people even though she is one herself. She gave Dismas a thumbs up and small nod, signalling that she heard what he said and stayed alert, whatever the enemy is planning he sure as hell isn't going to break the frail girl's mind, her body might be pathetic to the normal person but her head is tough as nuts and bolts giving her a little boost of confidence! So, she'll probably manage to keep what's left of her sanity intact, if she survives this.​
 
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    ~Shilo Saga~
    Location: Libra Base
    Inventory: 2 katar, 6 throwing knives, 1 Bowie knife, 1 Glock .45, and a M16A3.
    Currency: 2300
    Power: Light Control
    Mood: Nervous, in character, trying to relax
    Condition: Minor head injury (healing)    ​
    The group proved to be as unpredictable as Shilo had assumed. Off to her right, she noticed three yellow creatures rush angrily toward Marie, the squid like girl Shilo hadn’t met but had seen in action. Their handler, a man Shilo hadn’t met either, was also hostile. Though, Marie seemed to be handling their hostility rather well. Confused by it, but trying to defuse it the best she could. For a moment, Shilo thought about stepping in but before she could the ninja she had noticed earlier did so once she’d finished practicing with the sword she’d just printed off. Levi… she would make either a decent ally or a fun rival. The assassin would keep an eye on her at the very least. Luckily enough for the squid girl, Levi’s interjection had worked. Mista had put his gun away and turned his attention to the ninja. Good, with that sorted, Shilo turned her attention to the rest of the room. Yuuki, yet another person Shilo had more or less ignored, was on the couch apparently trying to sleep, though Mista’s yelling had disturbed him and he let that be known. A small smirk of amusement danced across the raven haired woman’s lips. She continued her sweep of the room.

    An older man stood off to the side, drinking… Great, not only did they have to deal with those already drunk, they had to deal with someone who was actively getting drunker. She kept in mind to steer clear of him. Shilo was about to move one to the next interesting person when she heard Mista mention Stands. Her attention piqued. Ever since what had happened with the last mission, Shilo had felt something different about herself. She knew that there was some different ability she had, but she hadn’t had the chance to use it, or really figure out exactly what it was. If it was one of these Stands, then she really needed to figure out what it was, considering what had happened with Anubis, she didn’t want something like that happening again. Before Shilo could think more on it, Yuuki started talking about an intruder.

    Shilo opened her mouth to say something, pushing herself off the wall she’d been leaning on, but before she could Mista was already taking action. “Don’t-” Too late, he was firing down the hallway. She closed her eyes in annoyance, happy to hear other protests going on around her. Good. She opened her eyes to see who all had told the idiot to back off, remembering their faces and trying to recall their names. She perked up as one of the men started taking charge of the situation. He was heavily armored, similar to those missionaries that had raided Libra Base. She liked him though, he seemed to have an idea of what he was talking about and he was stern enough to give orders, even seemed smart enough, so far, to give decent ones. Though, Shilo wasn’t sure jumping down everyone’s throat was the best course of action in this situation. Everyone was already on edge, the last thing they needed was infighting, and that was certainly going to happen if he kept yelling. The assassin stayed back as the others tried to figure it out. She wasn’t too worried about a single person, especially if all they had at their disposal was a knife and a gun. No, don’t assume that’s everything… assume the worst and prepare for it. She thought. As someone suggested looking at surveillance, Shilo considered it. If this guy had taken out the lights, it was probable that he’d taken out any surveillance as well, or at least done something to hide himself. He wasn’t going to walk happily on through the base if he didn’t want to be seen. Someone else suggested posting a guard up… No, that wouldn’t work because this wasn’t a battle of patients at all was it? The man had run, most likely expecting to be followed. If he wasn’t, it was unclear what he would do. If he was a threat, staying here and doing nothing would most likely end poorly. It would probably be smarter to send out a couple small groups down the hall, that would eventually split up to look for the intruder, safety in numbers and all, they would have to take as many people as possible for each group. And of course another small group would have to wait in the current room on the off chance the intruder doubled back for some reason… While Shilo was thinking, the man who had been drinking earlier jumped into the roof and made it collapse. Well...there went her plan. Now, they were fish in a barrel. Shilo let out an annoyed sigh. Acting without communication… fan-fucking-tastic. What the hell had she gotten herself into with these people.

    Shilo kept quiet, thinking of another plan of attack when she heard a thud from the other side of the room. She spun around in time to see Yuuki sliding down the wall leaving a trail of blood, and a white gloved hand retreating into the wall. Perfect. Fucking perfect. Shilo stepped away from the wall she was near and watched the area the hand had disappeared into. The assassin heard Marie’s warning just as someone had rushed to Yuuki and pulled him away, barking orders for whiskey, water, and cloth. Two others had heard the orders and rushed off, only to trigger a bomb. Great, so not only were they dealing with someone who could faze through walls, the adjacent rooms were booby trapped. This was just getting better and better. Shilo narrowed her eyes when she heard the gun fire, this time it was the shot guns the armored dude was carrying. What the actual hell was going on? Shilo hurried over to the Emile and Thel to see what had happened. It seemed like Emile had shot the alien like creature. “What the hell?” Shilo asked the Spartan. “Are you alright?” She turned her attention to the alien. He seemed pretty okay despite getting shot three times.
 


  • Emile A-239 Location= Millennium City - Libra Base
    Mental Condition= Alert/Surprised
    Physical Condition= Fine
    Shields= 100%

    Interaction Entering the room, Emile had expected to find someone there, or at least the ghost hand that was phasing through the walls earlier. All there was were a knife and a gun on the floor. Puny ones at that. The Spartan scanned the room for any signs of secret exits or ghosts coming out of the walls. It shouldn't be a surprise that stuff starts coming out of the walls like water out of a broken bottle. What he didn't expect was the sound of his shotgun going off, the recoil in his arm, and his ammo counter dropping by one. After the first shot fired, Emile immediately took his fingers out of the trigger guards, but to no avail, as two more shots came out of his gun. The hell was that??? Why did the gun fire on its own??? Faulty parts don't make a gun fire without the triggers being pulled.

    Immediatedlt, Emile lowered his guns to see the damage of the blasts. Thel's shields were down and the alien was injured in his side, shouting at the Spartan. Under normal circumstances, Emile might have finished the job, but in this case, he wasn't the one who started it, and the others definitely wouldn't have liked it if he finished it. Some black-haired woman came rushing to the alien's aid as the Spartan stood there, not saying a word.

    He should probably issue a defense for friendly fire, shouldn't he? Make it some excuse that sounded better than "My guns shot themselves". For one, lying wasn't part of his job description, and two, who would believe him? It wasn't any secret that Emile disliked Thel, and waiting for a prime opportunity to off the alien wouldn't seem abnormal. His hands gripped his shotguns tightly as he thought about what to say, anticipating any attacks from the others. No doubt there were those that were far more trigger happy than he was. But there was one explanation, as weak as it may be, it was the most plausible one. The damn ghost hand must have pulled the trigger on the hunt or set it off, or something. However, the Spartan didn't want to seem like a raving lunatic. "I didn't pull the-"

    Seeing that The raised a plasma pistol, Emile's immediate response was to raise his own shotgun towards the Elite's head. Whether he was guilty or not, Emile would defend himself to death. If anyone tried to kill him, he would kill them first, or at the very least, make sure that they go down with him. No exceptions. "I didn't pull the trigger, hingehead! If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't shoot you in the back, and I would empty both mags. We're dealing with goddamn ghosts, the kind that fly through walls and sh!t. It wouldn't be to hard for it to pull the triggers for me."

    Notes Interacting With: jigglesworth jigglesworth (Thel Vadam) GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack (DM) Nightwisher Nightwisher (Shilo)
    Mentioned:
    Group Members:

    Italicized Colored= Internal Dialogue
    Bolded Colored= External Dialogue
    Emile's Speech Color= #990000
 

  • Vhyjho got up and looked around having found nothing to do before. She didn't know whether to be excited or not, all hell was breaking loose and personally that's where she performed best. She came to the center of the room and said, rather loudly, "Alright! Listen up assorted people! We're dealing with some kind of ghost, monster, demon, or perhaps even and eldritch entity; Even I doubt they could compare to me... Regardless, be on guard. The thing has been literally phasing through matter... despite that being really fucking cool... it's dangerous, so accommodate for. Either it's possessed the damn walls or he's using a power and is still moving through the base so say..." She pointed at the wall from which Yuuki had gotten grabbed, "He would have been in the room on the other side of that wall a few minutes ago. We don't know enough but hopefully the power they're using is intensive and they can only use it for a few seconds..." Vhyjho kept a keen eye out as large vines of thorns began to sprout from her back and grow out to a whip like length, and soon revealed them selves to be prehensile. She looked back at the crowd, "We have to stick together but we need to get moving! We split up we'll get picked off, we stay here this fucker is going to throw their bag of tricks at us. Now I say we get the fuck moving!" She looked at the door ways and walked forward doing some calculations in her head. She stopped short of the door way and said as she turned back to the group and said, "Oh and as a friendly reminder if any of you get mortally hurt I'm stealing your soul!" She laughed and smiled mischeviously before turning back to the door and focusing on the surrounding area, branching out with her psionics and letting the wave of her mental energy wash over the buiding as it whipped through and searched the hall, probing for life and another mind.
 
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  • Questions of a Dead Man:


    Quest Premise: Disturbances in the Libra base? Signs of possible intruders? Those who returned to the Libra base (mostly) sober have to get to the bottom of the situation. One misstep can lead to an early demise. Keep your eyes and ears open, not that it'll help.

    Quest Participants:
    - Guido Mista Haz. Haz.
    - Yuuki Yoshida GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack
    - Vhyjho domisunique domisunique
    - Marie Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind
    - Eric YellowTemperence YellowTemperence
    - Asriel Sleek Sleek
    - Thel 'Vadam jigglesworth jigglesworth
    - Vitan Chungchangching Chungchangching
    - Emile QizPizza QizPizza
    - John Hancock June Verles June Verles
    - Levi Kazama Centurion_ Centurion_
    - Kobayashi marc122 marc122
    - Dismas GearBlade654 GearBlade654
    - Doom Marine Critic Ham Critic Ham
    - Lil' Hunter ManyFaces ManyFaces
    - Shilo Saga Nightwisher Nightwisher
 
Dismas
Equipment: Padded Overcoat, Silenced and Scoped Semi Auto Pistol
Status: Surprised, Slightly Panicked
Condition: Asphyxiating
Stress: 13/200 (+6 stress)

Memories were all flooding back to Dismas as he silently swore in his head. He should have been more careful than this. And now, he was probably going to die unless some luck rolled his way.
"Agh... well, screw you too..."
Dismas frantically clawed at his throat, attempting to get rid of the hands choking him. First, the room about to crumble. The Prophet and his damn magic. And now, the Drowned Crew and their bloody anchorman. Except this anchorman in particular couldn't be hit, which made this idiot even more threatening than the anchorman.
Fantastic. Dismas internally swore some more. This would be a rotten place to die.
"Aaargh... oi, someone... lend me a hand?"

GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack @ Anyone who can see the assassin
 
Marie - healthy

Marie turned to a loud sound, as Reynauld and Ludwig tripped an explosive. This only served to prove Marie's point; nobody knows who this is, or how they're doing what they're doing. Well, Marie figured they had the ability to become incorporeal, at least enough to phase through walls. But the explosive was new. She wasn't sure what to think of it, besides understanding very well that it was bad news. She paced around the room wearily, trying to will a foolproof plan into existence.

She stopped pacing and turned towards Mista. "Hey, Mista! You shot your gremlins down the hall, right? Have they seen anything unusual yet?" While she said this, she continued thinking. The gremlins were his Stands, correct? She couldn't see them until after she had been struck with the arrow, neither could she see Anubis's humanoid-ish form. This told Marie that unless the enemy also had a Stand, the gremlins would probably be safely invisible to them, and could snoop around freely. Mista probably knew this as well, considering he probably has plenty of experience with Stands.

Then, three louder sounds. Like those of a Clash Blaster, but more punctuated and sudden. Marie turned to the sound, in time to see the red-armored soldier (Emile) firing on that alien (Arbiter) for no conceivable reason. Except, she remembered the soldier had major qualms with the alien previously. Marie absolutely flipped her shit, "What the hell?! Now is not the time for settling interpersonal disputes! That intruder might be the end of us all!"

She took a moment to settle down, since the soldier had actually stopped firing, and listened to Dismas's words to Vitan freaking out to a similar degree. It was true, discord would be the end of them if they didn't learn cohesion. She could almost think of this as a team exercise, if all of their lives weren't on the line. "If we're going anywhere outside of this room, get into groups of three. Don't go anywhere alone, lest you get ambushed. If we go in groups of three, then even if two people go down, you still have one group member to rely on saving your ass. But if you don't have to, do not split up!"

It would be best to work in numbers. After all, even if Yuuki bit the dust, the rest of the group was still here to witness that the intruder could phase through walls. If the group kept observing the enemy's attempts, they might have a chance at figuring out his abilities before he eliminates them. Marie hoped they could figure out whatever the hell was going on by that point. In the mean time, it might be a good idea to be at least a little prepared. But in actuality, the inkling had no idea how to proceed from here.

--god damnit ginky--

Unfortunately, Marie was not fast enough to warn Dismas before he left down the hall. From nowhere, a man appeared and followed behind Dismas. Marie, being incredibly tense by this point, unholstered her splatterscope, and loosed a pellet of ink towards the guy. Immediately, Marie could tell her aim was off, looking down the scope. But she tried. After said attempt, she chased down the hall and took aim again, shouting, "Put him down or I'll shoot!" There was a distinct tinge of fear in her voice, most likely there due to how highly-strung she was due to the as-of-yet unexplained events. Her hands scarcely shook, however, as she took better aim towards the man's head.

( GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack Chungchangching Chungchangching GearBlade654 GearBlade654 QizPizza QizPizza Nightwisher Nightwisher domisunique domisunique and uhh, gonna stop finding people to ping)
 


  • Vhyjho sees Dismas getting strangled and she sort of runs over, not incredibly urgent but still hasty. She says as she reaches the hallway, "You fucking tard! I literally just spoke about this!" and as well as she spoke the long trail of thorns that had grown off her back surge forward at the assassin, looking to grab him and perhaps strangle him in return. On top of that she lashed out with her mind, withdrawing her feelers from the base and directing all her mental wrath at the man, delivering the psionic equivalent of a sucker punch to him. She looked... well vexed? She didn't quite care but she was still pretty annoyed.

 
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[Thel 'Vadam]
{Money: 250$}
{Status: Healthy, punctured shoulder/minor shotgun wound to the stomach, shields full}
{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 QizPizza Nightwisher Nightwisher GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack @anyonewhodecidedtojerkoffinthelivingroominsteadofdoingsomethingvaluable} ​

Despite being invisible, everyone knew where he wa Once Emile quickly explained, Arbiter lowered his pistol, holstering it afterwards, as well as picking up his energy sword from the ground. Despite the SPARTAN's hatred towards the Sangheili, Thel knew he was telling the truth. He may be a human, but he's also a SPARTAN, and they tend to act with logic. The events also don't match up to Emile shooting him in the back, and only three times as he explained. "Yes, I am fine, for now. I've survived worse," he replied to the woman, giving her a nod. "Then we should be careful where we point our weapons, all of us," he said, a bit of annoyance in his voice as he spoke. His shields also went up, thankfully, so that's a little more protection for him.

He'll definitely need it, too, as he quickly spots multiple grenades unpinned and dropped in the room. He didn't recognize them, but all grenade fuses were short enough to kill their target if thrown at the right time. Now was no time to think, however, he had to run. He started his sprint, booking it out of that room as fast as he could and into the living room. Once he was in the next room, he'd yell to whoever was in the living room to "Get down!" before promptly diving to the ground, as he probably couldn't get far enough before they exploded. Because, if it was one grenade, that isn't too bad, the room would take most of the shrapnel and blast. But there was way more than one grenade, and the large blast and amount of shrapnel that would come from the grenades is likely to breach the walls of the room and into the people on the other side.
 
KOBAYASHI-SAN​
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.
  • STANDO
Status
Perfectly fine!
"Yuuki!"

Unbelievable! All of a sudden, Yuuki got knocked out by whom I presume is the intruder himself, and there's a gloved hand disappearing into a spot near him on the wall! Wait a minute...if the hand attacked him, and we hadn't seen it beforehand, then that must be the intruder that we were looking for! And to think that he must've went into hiding...

...Wait, what? Why's the alien going into the room our enemy might be in?! Dammit, dammit, dammit! We can't keep losing people! No... I can't panic forever. In fact, I need to stay calm and try to re-assess the situation as it stands right now. Deep breaths, Ms. Kobayashi. Deep breaths. I take one. Okay, take two...take three. Alright. Now, wh--where was I?

Oh, right.

So, Hancock tore part of the roof down, which, for all we know, is make-or-break, at least from what I think. Why make-or-break? Because, it's either going to attract him towards a less-advantageous spot, which is probably where we are, or it'll trap us with him. Sad thing is, though, we don't know how capable he is; he's either like a weaker Felix and Locus that we can defeat in a reasonably short time, or he's like DIO, who could kill us all in a few timestops or so. Well, if we do come in contact with him, we can at least get a grasp of his power.

As for the others, the alien whose name I haven't quite gotten, Emile, Shilo, and one other guy...ran off. This cannot mean good news. Either they'll die, knowing full well that the intruder is out there, or they do make it out, but not without significant injuries. I've seen it happen quite a few times, one in Fullmetal Alchemist, and a few other examples from shows I can't quite recall the names of, and if it happens to them, well, it's on them, but I will miss them. Hopefully, they do come out unscathed. Oh, and I guess everyone's here, except for Yuuki, who got knocked out.

Now to wait, as I watch the bandit-looking kind of guy, and...no. He's next?!

I immediately p--pull out Jackal, aiming at the intruder with my finger on the trigger. Well, do I shoot, or not?! If I shoot, I could end up killing Dismas with something Alucard used against a particularly strong vampire, which means it would blow him into a mess of guts! On the other hand, if I don't shoot, he might be suffocated and I would be blamed for not finishing him off! Well, then again, there already are people trying to attack him, so I might as well warn everyone within close proximity.

"The intruder's here, near us in the hallway the bandit-looking man is in!"

GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack (GM) as Yuuki, Chungchangching Chungchangching as Vitan, Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind as Marie, YellowTemperence YellowTemperence as Eric, June Verles June Verles as Hancock, Centurion_ Centurion_ as Levi
 
The man didn't even flinch as the ink pellet flew past his head, hitting the wall at the end of the hallway. "You can see me? No matter. Go ahead and shoot, it won't do you any good." Sighing, he took out a kitchen knife he had presumably stowed in his back pocket and raised it to Dismas' neck. "Looks like I'll have to end you quickly." Before he could land the killing blow, he noticed Vhyjho had sent some kind of thorny vines his way. Clicking his tongue, the man kicked Dismas back and into Vhyjho's thorns as he jumped to the side and phased through the wall like it was nothing, all the while seemingly ignoring Vhyjho's psychic assault. "No good, it looks like I can't be as direct as I'd like anymore..." As the man completely submerged himself into the wall, the knife he'd been carrying clanked against it and fell to the ground, failing to come with him.
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VITAN ARMERSTANNIE
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Status: P a n i c
Cash: 1210$
Inventory: Thompson Submachine Gun, Glock 17 and A Butterfly Knife
Abilities: 『Jinx!』『A Stand?』
With: ( marc122 marc122 As Kobayashi) ( Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind As Marie)
(I'm kinda tired, sorry if this post is trashy)
Welp, everything is fucking falling apart just because of this one stealthy intruder, Jeez. She was shivering seeing or hearing all of her meat shields hit the floor and the frail girl might be next if this keeps up! People shooting each other for whatever reason, people walking willy nilly into traps! She was obviously panicking inside as she hid behind the small squid girl, whatever her name is because she already forgot and this one redhead girl, whoever she is, keeping her eyes on the figure wearing a bowler hat while pointing her glock 17 at him with one hand and the other holding the butterfly knife. She's hesitating to fire due to her paranoid mind telling her that he might use the Highwayman as a shield. This is bad.

Vitan had her fingers on the trigger but she can't even aim correctly because of her shivery hands shaking all over the place. She attempted to steady her breath and calm down but failed as her hands kept on trembling. She had no control of her body at this point, she never even fired a real gun in her life she just used lead pipes and wooden bats like a regular street fighter but never guns but if this guy attempts to do something stupid, she might pull the trigger.​
 
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Vhyjho looked further annoyed as the man or... specter slipped away, sad really... Nonetheless she didn't seem to really avoid Dismas flying into her thorns or be fast enough to stop it, the man falling back into weaving wall of sharp thorns, they pierce his skin, caught on his clothing, and worst of all they let in their venom. It wouldn't feel that bad at first, only as if you'd been stuck by thorns, but then the wounds would begin to burn, and as the venom flowed deeper... and deeper the horrible, agonizing and mind numbing pain of the venom would set in, feeling as if acid had forced it's way inside your veins and began to travel through it. For Dismas his mind would form a correlation to the foul poison of the Weald... but this was so much worse than anything from the Weald...

Vhyjho on her part would look down at Dismas who'd been thrown at her and would simply say, "Ooops... well that's not what I'd intended..." She shrugged as she made show of snapping her fingers as all the effects of the venom ceased, albeit from Dismas' standpoint probably agonizingly slow as it then began to degenerate and a sizzling sound could be heard as a acrid, sizzling, blackish gunk secreted from the man's skin and left his body.

Vhyjho however returned to the group, not sure if the extra protection was really needed but feeling free to use the others as meet shields all the same.

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VITAN ARMERSTANNIE
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Status: Regaining composure
Cash: 1210$
Inventory: Thompson Submachine Gun, Glock 17 and A Butterfly Knife
Abilities: 『Jinx!』『A Stand?』
With: ( marc122 marc122 As Kobayashi) ( Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind As Marie) ( domisunique domisunique as Vhyjho) ( GearBlade654 GearBlade654 as Dismas)
A stuttery sigh of relief escaped Vitan's lips, lowering her weapons and closing her eyes as her breathing steadied, the frail girl opened them again, being a lot more calm this time now that the intruder isn't targeting her and skedaddled somewhere else, putting the butterfly knife back to her hoodie pocket but not the Glock, she's still keeping that around because of the girl's paranoia telling her that she should keep that on her hand just in case, she's fine with her paranoia this time because it's probably helping her staying alert and on guard, who wouldn't want that in this situation? There is literally a mysterious man that can phase trough walls attacking everyone on the base all by himself. These kind of people strike fear into her heart and she's never really fought anyone with powerful abilities other than that weird Anubis guy but she didn't really fight there, she just snapped her fingers a few times.

Shit, anyway. Vitan rested her arms on the petite squid's head, looking down at her, then to the redhead, then to the highwayman and weird thorn lady. Today has been a doozy one, this group especially is weird as shit with people with weird outfits and powers, the only normal person here would probably be. . . Oh who am I kidding, nobody is normal in this group, not even Vitan herself because of her history with street brawls with her sister and weird 『Jinx!』 ability, which begs the question. Is anybody in this city normal? Probably not but she'll see, she's only been in this place for what? A couple of hours or days?? She lost track and she does not care, all she cares about is staying alive at this point or maybe going home but we all know that's not going to happen.​
 
Marie - healthy

The inkling cursed as her agitated nerves let the man get away. She lowered her Splatterscope, scowling as she did so. She jumped a little as she felt pressure on her head, though a quick glance upwards revealed it to be Vitan. She smiled slightly. Her kissing Vitan hadn't put the two on troubled terms in Vitan's mind, at least not enough to dissuade the girl from resting on the inkling's head. "Hello to you too, Vitan," she said, an amount of relaxation breaking through the nerve-wracking situation, "But I want to take a look at that knife for a second."

She walked towards the knife. She didn't think it might be trapped, though the idea flitted into her mind for a moment. She shrugged the thought off and reached for it, examining it. It didn't really seem like it was an extraordinary knife in any way. Which would help explain the man's ability, somewhat. Only him and perhaps his clothing can phase through the walls. Perhaps others if he so chooses, though the knife puts heavy doubt into Marie's mind.

She communicated her deduction, "Correct me if you think I'm wrong, but I believe the man and only the man can phase through walls. After he removed the knife from his person, it stopped being really a part of him, and couldn't phase through walls any more. Which means we probably don't have to worry about being kidnapped, at least."

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Toshinori "All Might" Yagi
Location - Libra Base | With - ??? | Condition - Sick, but here!

Amid all the chaos, All Might had remained quite oblivious – not only to the intruder, but to the events of the past several weeks. In his defense, it wasn’t due to any sort of negligence on his part. Following almost immediately after the now-infamous Playboy Incident, the old superhero had fallen dreadfully ill with the flu. Normally that would have been bad enough, but with his damaged respiratory system already decimating his stamina, such common illnesses often devolved into complete medical disasters for him.

Today was the first day in what had to be weeks that he’d been able to drag himself out of bed. He was currently curled up on one end of a couch, his lanky legs pulled up to his chest as he stared somewhat blankly out at the TV from under the comforter he’d wrapped himself in. He was still recovering from the tail end of his illness and wasn’t entirely all there just yet, his mind still in a bit of a fog. Perhaps that was why it took a few minutes to register that there wasn’t supposed to be any gunfire in Braveheart.

He peeked over the back of the couch, now catching the sound of several people shouting. It wasn’t easy to follow any one conversation by any means, but he was able to pick up on a few key details; there was an intruder in the base, people were being ambushed, and weapons were going off on their own. Well, illness or not, he wouldn’t be much of a hero if he ignored something like that, now would he?

He shook his aching head in an attempt to clear the lingering fog from it. Once he was as lucid as he could make himself, he vaulted over the back of the couch and dashed out towards where he heard his allies’ voices, all the while keeping a keen eye on the floor and walls for signs of danger. He’d barely picked up on the bit about this intruder phasing through walls, so he was already preparing himself to deal with someone with powers akin to his would-be successor, Mirio Togata. He only wished he knew how different this person’s power was from the young man’s Permeation Quirk.

“What’s going on here? Is anyone injured?” he asked the instant he spotted someone – anyone – he recognized. He had to get a proper handle on the situation if he had any hope of helping.​
 


  • Sophitia's frown only deepened as the robot shapeshifter explained something about an issue going on within the base. But without her Omega Sword to back her up, she honestly didn't feel too safe nor confident. Being a baker's daughter and not a soldier from birth (despite Hephaestus somehow finding her worthy enough to be a holy warrior) didn't help her confidence too much, either- so for the time being, she sat the event out. Rather, the Greek headed over to the training area, changing out of the fluffy pink dress back into her normal Greek attire. She gave Kassandra a slight nod, nonverbally acknowledging the medieval Spartan- honestly, she hoped to see the soldier again. Kassandra was pretty much the closest she could get to someone from her own world.

    When she got to the training area, she found Emily hanging out there too. Seems the Empress had been itching to get some rust off of her skills- and even though Sophie hadn't originally intended upon doing so she knew it would be good to go over her basic techniques.

    "Would you mind sparring with me, possibly? I feel like I might need a little practice especially after that last incident with the magical arrow..." The Athenian frowned, picking up a nearby training stick resembling a shortsword and hefting it. It wasn't her beloved sword, but it would do. She fit her Elk Shield to her off arm, doing so as she waited for her companion to answer.
 

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    ~Shilo Saga~
    Location: Libra Base
    Inventory: 2 katar, 6 throwing knives, 1 Bowie knife, 1 Glock .45, and a M16A3.
    Currency: 2300
    Power: Light Control
    Mood: Nervous, in character, trying to relax
    Condition: Minor head injury (healing)    ​
    “Okay!” Shilo stepped in front of Emile so that she was between the Spartan and the Sangheili. She obviously wasn't scared of the space solider, despite his height and weight on her, or the fact that he was more heavily armed than she was. “We got it,” The small raven haired woman gave the soldier a warning look that he needed to calm his ass down. She was glad that Frank had come along with her, it would make dealing with Emile’s hotheaded-ass that much easier. “So this fucker ca-,” she cut her sentence off when she felt something hit the tip of her boot. She immediately recognized it as a pin to an M67 grenade. The Leader of Team 73 didn’t hesitate. She grabbed Emile’s arm as she stepped forward, she would have grabbed Thel or Frank as well but they had already noticed the threat and were on the move and she needed Emile for something. “Grenade!” Shilo yelled at the top of her lungs as she stepped from the room. After all, the danger was to more than just herself and the three others with her, with the shrapnel that could fly, everyone in the main room needed to know what the exact threat was. It was military communication 101, after all.

    Despite her size, Shilo was strong, which became obvious when broke into a sprint of her own, forcing Emile to step along with her. Unlike Thel and Frank, however, Shilo cut around the corner and sprinted down the wall at a diagonal angle so that the wall would take most of the blast and any shrapnel that broke through would have to travel a further distance to her. Moreover, any fucker that phased through the walls would have a greater distance to grab them, giving them time to react. Of course, they were only at grabbing length for a few footsteps. On top of all that, she methodically place Emile between herself and wall so any shrapnel that did come through had to travel through him to get to her. She expected his armor to protect him.
 
  • Well this all went to shit pretty fast. Some kid got pulled into a wall by a spectral, white-gloved hand, a few humble grenades brought down the ceiling of another room with three people in it, and another idiot got thrown into a bunch of vines by a guy with a bowler hat. I probably shouldn't have been so damn relaxed about this considering I was also on the chopping block, but they didn't seem that interested in me just yet. I could've probably just made a run for it, but the entrance was probably booby-trapped too, so I was apparently obligated to help them. Oh well, it's showtime.
    I unbuttoned my holster, plugging both ears with my shoulder and my free hand as I thumbed back the hammer of my revolver. The Jester Arcana materialized above my head as an iridescent red card, and shattered with the accompanying sound of a gunshot. The pieces that were left of it sizzled away into smoke as a ghostly apparition began to take shape behind me. Its features were scarcely exposed, wrapped under a long-sleeved, red and black trenchcoat that was covered in vibrant red electrical patterns akin to veins. The enormous, six-foot-tall spear that it wielded should've been way too heavy for it to even pick it up, yet it swung it with a violent yet clearly untrained single-handed grip like it was made of papier-mâché.
    Some dumbass with a revolver turned his head in my direction the moment Magatsu-Izanagi took shape, eyes wide in shock and simultaneous confusion, then following aggravation.
    "Another goddamn Stand-user? You've gotta be kidding..."
    ... What the hell's a 'Stand'-user? Did he mean a Persona-user or was he just braindead? Whatever it was, I didn't care.

    My mindset was simple: we're being ambushed in every room, from every direction, in every possible way--tripwires, landmines, sneak-attacks, et cetera, et cetera--so all we had to do was cluster together and stay at least somewhat aware of our surroundings... which everyone immediately failed to do the moment they got wind of an intruder. What did I do to deserve end up being with these dumbasses? Prison was punishment enough...
    Some sickly-looking guy peeked out from behind the couch asking if anyone was injured, and fortunately keeping his composure instead of crying bloody murder or frantically running around like the other dimwits here did.
    "We got ambushed. Someone with phasing powers set grenades and tripwires all over the base and is trying to stab us all to death with a kitchen knife, and he's doing a way better job of it than I thought he would be." I cocked my revolver as Izanagi gathered the moisture of the surrounding air into the scalding, sharp edge of its spear, ready to generate a Heat Riser barrier the moment that bowler hat guy reared his ass. Then again, skeletor over here looked like his skin was barely still holding onto his bones, so he'd probably need that boost just to stay in one piece.

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Toshinori "All Might" Yagi
Location - Libra Base | With - Adachi and Mista | Condition - Sickly

All Might’s brows hunched low over his shadowed eyes as he considered what the younger man told him. He wasn’t terribly shocked by the apparition that appeared behind the man. To him, it wasn’t that different from the Dark Shadow wielded by one of his own students, Tokoyami. He was sure he’d find out its capabilities soon enough, so the priority at the moment was figuring out the enemy’s capabilities and limitations.

He thought over what they knew; the enemy could phase through walls using an unknown method; the enemy seemed to lack any sort of damaging abilities beyond the use of mundane items, and much like young Togata, he didn’t seem able to phase some of those items with him into the walls; the enemy knew to run when outnumbered, unwilling to face a losing battle against multiple foes. Keeping all this in mind, as well as what they didn’t know about their foe’s abilities, their course of action seemed clear.

“In that case, it seems to me that our only option would be to lure this villain into a corner. It’ll be no easy task, as I’m sure he’ll be laying traps for us the entire way, but if we can keep him on the run he may get sloppy and give us a chance to grab him,” he explained evenly, though obviously such a thing was easier said than done. Ideally, they’d be able to join up with a few of the others to cast a wider net, but he supposed having a plan between the three(?) of them was better than going in blindly knocking down walls. He only hoped the fact that this intruder was less familiar with his surroundings than they were would work in their favor.

( Haz. Haz. )​
 
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