Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

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[div class="Img Head"]mista3.png[/div] [div class="Tags hidden" style="margin-left:5px;"]Mood: Nonchalant
Condition: Healthy
Equipment:
- Smith & Wesson Bodyguard Model 49.
Abilities:
- Mista's Stand,『Sex Pistols』
- X-Ray Vision
- Elemental Bullets
- Instant Firearm Mastery
- Bottomless Clip
Interactions: Centurion_ Centurion_ (Lelouch),
Zerulu Zerulu (Archer),
C Club (Grimmskull),
Critic Ham Critic Ham (Doomguy)
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THE TETRAPHOBIC GUNMAN

Despite Lelouch's grand gestures and acts of ""kindness"", Mista remained unimpressed. He gazed upon the ramblings of the masked man with a bored look, occasionally glancing from side to side before he interrupted his speech with... a maniacal cackle, one more sudden than a gunshot.
"Pffaaaahahahah, man, you really ARE some kind of comedian, aren't you? I'll book a ticket to your show sometime." The gunslinger pulled up his pants, placing one hand on his hip as his expression relaxed.
"I bet your plan's to make her laugh to death or somethin', right Einstein? Listen, homie, you can keep out of our way or I can do what I said and stick a bullet through your eyeballs. I'm not messin', here. You're a funny guy but you're also pretty full'a shit. I know a traitor when I see one and you're wavin' a big-ass banner that reads 'backstabber'." Mista's gaze became as sharp as a cutting saw. He glanced at the two goons, Archer and Grimmskull, then turned heel, threw his arms up into the air and waltzed off, unconcerned with whatever antics they would pursue.
"Man, I'd die for some swiss cheese..."

 
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"Ah, don't worry about me getting caught- getting through heavy encryption is nothing when you've been doing this forever," A confident Marcus grinned at Rocket, not paying much attention to the fact he was talking to a raccoon of all things. He was probably one of the most adapted Millennium City newcomers out of the bunch, what with his acquaintance with a lot of pop culture. He kept tapping away on his phone, albeit swaying a bit as he did due to his hangover. At Shilo's mention of a recon team he looked up, adjusting his glasses as he lowered the phone.

"Count me in if you go- I haven't had the opportunity to sneak in somewhere in a long time. Plus, I can be a bit quiet too; if they have any sort of electronics that store info and-or traps, you're gonna need my help decrypting and disarming them." He pointed out, intentionally shuffling his feet for a second. No sound came from them- a benefit from the Dead Silence "perk" he gave himself.

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Unfortunately for the two "villains", Woods had been paying attention to their sorry asses. The beam aimed at him did indeed land its mark, but only ended up hitting his left arm as the American dove off to the side. Consequently he was sent spinning onto the ground, his arm making a loud "SNAP" as it fell out of its socket. Frank only growled loudly at this despite the sharp shot of pain that flared up- there was no way he'd give the assclowns any sort of satisfaction. The only possible satisfying part about the Zonisu beam might be the hole it left in the wall behind Frank, but that was about it.

"You... Can't kill me, you stupid fucks." He pulled himself onto his feet with his one good arm, unslinging the Titus-6 and slowly lifting it to eye-level with his one arm. For some reason he couldn't quite feel his regenerating power working yet- Probably has its down damn limits- but it was fine since he only needed his one good shooting arm. The recoil wouldn't be that much of an issue due to the burst-fire nature of the shotgun-launcher. As he did so, he didn't catch Shilo's look to him- he was gaining tunnel vision rapidly.

Thankfully, it seemed he wouldn't have to do anything. The Blue Bunny and his bitch began to bicker with each other when some caped clown tried to get them to join some kinda "Evil People Club" or some shit like that. Soon enough the whole situation turned into a shitshow that the American could barely make heads or tails out of- The six-shooting gunslinger leaving after being threatened by some Jolly Green Giant and some other generic clown. Woods wouldn't back down, though- he kept his shotgun pointed at the girl since it sounded like she was the source of power for her buddy.


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Blackjack obviously couldn't care less about Rocket's snide remark, as he merely shrugged as he turned around to face the whole group.

"Trust me, it's for the best that we make sure the ghosts don't have anything. Even if they managed to memorize everything about all of you at once, it's better if they don't have any digital files to bring back to their boss. I'd be fine if I had left the intel for them, since I already erased myself from the database- and besides, I made my own copies. You can all fawn over your pretty pictures when we're safe." The mercenary coolly responded to the space-raccoon, before waving a hand off at Shilo's questions.

"Listen, sweetheart, I don't have time to memorize everyone I meet in Millennium City, let alone all the worlds I travel through- so no, I don't know much about you besides the fact you're a girl and you're apparently more intelligent than most of the boneheads in this room.

"And as for incriminating evidence? As far as I remember, there's nothing on those things worth noting except for the data on all of you. Still downloaded everything just to be safe, but you can look at your own files later. I'll make sure each of you only get to see what Klaus dug up on yourselves, and nobody else. But that's a matter that I'll sort out later. Like I said, I'm not taking any risks." He turned his head towards the group of anti-heroes and Woods, seemingly a time bomb for trouble, and stepped forwards between all of them with an unreadable expression behind his gas mask.

"I don't really care what you clowns do outside of my hideout, but right now you all need to stick with me unless you want to be hobos like I said. That means no fighting, especially not now. If you draw attention to us all, we're all sitting ducks- and not even an army of my tech could protect us from that. So cut your kindergarten arguments and save it till I show you where you'll be staying. And after that, you can brawl all you want outside your new homes." This elicited a growl from Frank, but the Marine holstered his weapon and clutched his bum arm as he turned his attention to the mercenary.

When both 2B and Venom "Big Boss" Snake showed up out of thin air, the mercenary silently groaned out of frustration.

"I thought I told my tech crew to send them to the Continental, not directly to me..." He grumbled, barely audible to anyone sans whoever happened to be within close proximity to him. He waved his mechanical hand to both, beckoning them to join the large horde of Libra recruits.

"I'm not waiting any longer for you fools. Either follow me to our escort, or don't at all if you'd rather starve out here. Or die. Whatever works for you- I'm pretty sure you'll have a bounty on your heads or something, and even if you don't have fun trying to get around here all alone." The Asian merchant walked outside of the Libra HQ, getting Woods, Sophitia, and Marcus to follow first. If the others were to do the same, they'd find a large rusty bus... with a less-than-handsome robot at the driver's "seat", turning itself to face the group.

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"Passengers who engage in violence will be forcefully ejected." was all the machine declared as Blackjack gestured for everyone to get on.

"Listen to what he says unless you want to literally get thrown out. I know it's not the most glamorous, but nobody'll look or give a fuck about a run-down bus around here. I'll make sure nobody tails you, and meet you at our new hideout."
 


  • I scowled at Blackjack’s mention of data on each of us. Of course there would be data on us. Vega no doubt was factoring it into his plans now. I continued petting Daisy with my thumb not to show my disdain. I’ll have to ask Vega to hack and destroy the information. Then a question smacked me in the face. Just what did they think of me? Huh, probably as a brute who thinks with his fists. An apt description from an outsider’s perspective.

    The bus that rode near Libra base caused me to raise an eyebrow. It was rusted, old, and windowless. Several modifications stuck out indicating someone wanted to transform it into a tank, but didn’t care enough to maintain it. I saw the worn torso and head of a robot sitting in the driver’s seat. It warned any violence will be met with ejection of the participants. A series of beeps alerted me that Vega was trying to crack into its software. I slapped the side of my helmet to put a stop to it. Didn’t need to be ejected from the bus even before I stepped on.

    “Mister Blackjack, I would like the data on all Libra base personnel in order to examine allies’ abilities, strengths, and weaknesses so I may maximum combat efficiency.”

    And there it was, Vega asking for the data. I observed the others to gauge their reaction and tightened my grip on my shotgun in case any tried starting trouble.



 

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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: Battle ready, annoyed
    Condition: Minor head injury (healing)    ​
    Shilo gave a nod to Marcus, letting him know that she heard him and agreed that he would come along. But the conversation had died down quite a bit, and she was far more interested in what Blackjack had to say. She was also pointedly ignoring those who were causing trouble. The raven haired woman neither wanted to get involved, nor wanted to show any kind of interest in those who were fighting, including Frank Woods, who should have known better.

    Shilo quirked an eyebrow at Blackjack when he called her “sweetheart”. It wasn’t something that she was called often, and in her time, it was always meant in a condescending way. So it was odd that he would act condescendingly, and then offer her a compliment. Nonetheless, she’d gotten her answer. “I wasn’t trying to suggest you had the time. Was more just curious what information you, personally, had. Which is not much on the individual front. Noted.” She, unlike the raccoon, wasn’t upset that the information had been destroyed -- though it hadn’t actually. Shilo really had just been more curious than anything. A flat out ‘I don’t know, just felt it was right’ what have sufficed just as well as the answer she had gotten.

    Finally, the assassin’s attention turned on the group that was causing so much issue. Her teal gaze swept across them, sizing up those who had joined in for whatever reason they had. Ridiculous...really. That was when Shilo noticed Frank’s broken arm. It hung oddly, unusable at his side. She narrowed her eyes at the man, crossing her arms over her chest. “Frank, get your ass over here.” Shilo’s voice was firm, demanding. She clearly didn’t mind giving the man an order when she felt it was called for.    [/div][/div]
 

  • After the Italian drops the conversation, Lelouch smiles. The situation was under control and no further violence broke out. He watched as Woods was dragged off, swearing and cursing after Vitan and Bari's beam had a near miss with him. Luckily enough, that ninja woman quickly calmed him and directed him to the bus. Tensions would still be high, but he doubted that anymore violence would ensue.

    "Come now Knights, we have a bus to ride..." He says in his usual melodramatic voice, he follows on behind Blackjack, Woods and Shilo; boarding the bus, heading to the back of the bus expecting that his Black Knights would follow. He didn't pay any attention to Woods or the others and stayed relatively silent while getting on the bus, he would bid his time before making his next move.



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    Jak was already eyeing the oddly parked buss that was dirty and rusty and eyed Blackjack before looking over at Doomguy and a few others who looked familiar before shrugging and entering the strange bus.

    The eco-warrior had everything strapped on his back.

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Vincent Bari
Equipment:
Cobalt Blue Spellbook
Powers:
The First Spell; Zonisu
Interactions:
Chungchangching Chungchangching (Vitan) Centurion_ Centurion_ (Lelouch)

Bari clicked his tongue when the confrontation ended peacefully, he really was hoping the two of them would kill each other. When Zero told his lackeys to come along, Bari was pretty sure he meant him and Vitan too. The veins in his head were throbbing with how pissed he was with this cocky little freak. He would've so liked to blow him to pieces, but in the end, he was more-or-less stuck with his new human partner.

Speaking of which, Bari looked at her, still clearly unimpressed with her annoying behavior from earlier. "You still want to join up with that tool, human? There's no guarantee we're going to like the stuff he'll make us do. Not to mention I think it's a waste of time."​
 
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VITAN ARMERSTANNIE
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Status: Neutral
Cash: 1210$
Inventory: Thompson Submachine Gun, Glock 17, A Butterfly Knife and some kind of Spellbook
Abilities: 『Jinx!』『A Stand?』
With: ( GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack as Vincent Bari) ( Centurion_ Centurion_ as Lelouch) ( Zerulu Zerulu as Archer)
"You still want to join up with that tool, human? There's no guarantee we're going to like the stuff he'll make us do."
Vitan shot a blank stare as Bari spoke, listening to the demon because if she ignores him she'll probably get another beat down but now he's got her thinking, this could be a total scam, probably gonna have to do boring stuff like robbing a candy store, making food and pretty much any trivial thing with little to no importance but on the second hand this could be a good substitute after the fall of Libra, decisions, decisions should she listen or go with Lelouch? She took a moment to decide before snapping her fingers and nudging on Bari with her elbow at the demon clowns chest, coming up with a plan

"Come on, let's at least give it a shot and if it sucks, we can leave and do whatever we want!" Then she leaned even closer and whispered. "Maybe even kill that guy if you want to." Vitan said, in an attempt to convince Bari.

"Come now Knights, we have a bus to ride..."
"Coming!" Vitan waved at his new 'Boss' since the former's are probably dead, she doesn't know. She never really saw them die but that's her best guess. The luckless lassie gave Bari another nudge before joyfully doing ballerina spins towards the bus, messing up a few times but it was decent enough, not professional level but at least decent but she wonders if that weird flirty guy is going to join, he was the only person brave enough to flirt with her crazy ass and it made her feel ol' warm and fuzzy inside, weird ass feeling if she does say so herself.​
 
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Archer quickly tucked his emergency boxer pistol back into his pants, leaving it off safety of course, real men live on the edge, or curve if it’s a lady... badum tshhh. He followed suit with his fellow knights walking to the bus, pleasantly surprised the chick he was attempting to hit on and her weird alien side kick decided to join their little organisation.

As he stepped onto the bus he realised he didn’t have any alcohol with him, the only type of drink he could and would drink at any time, he quickly shot to the bus driver, “Hey, uhh, do you got any vo- you’re a robot.” He said in a defeated manner realising the bus driver was a robotic disabled bus driver who probably didn’t know what alcohol or drinks were for that case.

In a defeated manner he shuffled his way to the near back of the bus, taking an empty seat and glancing at who else was entering the bus, the crowd was super mundane and full of faces he didn’t know and couldn’t to know. Until he spotted the girl from earlier, he waved his hand to her like a little child from his seat signalling her to sit next to him, if he couldn’t drink on the bus he’d have to have the next bus thing, a conversation. Preferably about how cool and awesome he is.

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VITAN ARMERSTANNIE
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Status: Neutral
Cash: 1210$
Inventory: Thompson Submachine Gun, Glock 17, A Butterfly Knife and some kind of Spellbook
Abilities: 『Jinx!』『A Stand?』
With: ( Zerulu Zerulu as Archer)
Vitan looked back at his friend, being the demon clown, halting just a bit wondering when he's going to go inside the ugly, rusty bus with her but she guesses she'll wait for him inside the vehicle, hopefully, this bus doesn't drive off without him because that would be fucked up AND funny at the same time, the luckless lassie laughed at the thought of seeing him chase after the bus just to not get left out, would be funny to her, maybe not the others but her and that's all that matters but enough of that, it's time to find a seat to rest her butt on. Vitan looked around the bus before spotting the guy that flirted with her just a few minutes ago with his cool looking suit. He waved a hand at her. . . She barely knows the guy but if she keeps acting like an unsocial pussy, she'll get no friends.

Vitan flashed a wave back at the man while slowly but surely lurking her way towards the empty seat right next to Archer, crashing down on it and giving the man next to her a small thumbs up, trying to act cool and suave because the luckless lassie knows making a great first impression goes by a long shot, she rarely impresses people with her 'Charm' and 'Elegance' but this is a new city, she might get different reactions, different opportunities, hopefully she'll impress this guy whoever he is since he looks pretty cool and capable judging only by his appearance because his wave at her was kind of creepy.

"Thanks for saving a seat for me." Vitan said nonchalantly, rolling her eyes before crossing her legs in an attempt to be cool.​
 
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Archer was glad Vitan had sat next to him, he’d have something to do for the duration of the bus ride, who needs alcohol to have fun, right? What he didn’t count on was how, ‘odd’ she was acting, the thumbs up seemed, weird and the eye roll seemed sarcastic.

He shrugged it off though, as he always reminded himself, who wouldn’t act weird and awkward in the presence of himself? He was a very charming bloke who set off a strong aura of charisma and pure chad energy.

“Anytime.” He replied back to Vitan, “Say, I’m Sterling Archer, the deadliest sercret spy in the world.” Archer boasted the fact he was a secret spy to everyone, especially women. “Who may you be?”

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Snake dashed up onto a rooftop, leaning over the ledge, and observing all the people entering the bus.

He walked backwards, before making a run for it and utilizing the abilities of his suit to sprint at an incredible speed, utizilizing the force to jump onto the bus.

The bus barely made a small *bump* sound as he landed ontop of the bus, and he crouched down into a crawl.

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    Vincent Bari
    Equipment:
    Cobalt Blue Spellbook
    Powers:
    The First Spell; Zonisu
    Interactions:
    Chungchangching Chungchangching (Vitan)

    Bari groaned when Vitan had decided to go along with Zero and those two blockheads. At the very least, she promised they could leave if it did turn out to be a waste of time. Reluctantly, Bari hopped onto the bus. He was going to sit with Vitan, but it looked like she had already taken a seat next to that human with the monotone voice. Growling, Bari sat down next to a human wearing a weird medieval getup, arms folded and clearly annoyed.

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    Rhys​

    Finally on the move from the shit headquarters, though the transport medium wasn't very.... modern as some would've imagined it like. Given its conditions which in short words could be: Back to the junkyard. it caused a bit of suspicion on the business miner, though yet as he got onto the bus, it was also revealed to be a bit techie as it only spoke about ejecting passengers that were involved in acts of violence and as of that moment it was when Rhys realized that the embargo could go two ways.

    The data-miner may also want to remind himself that he doesn't have any idea where the bus may be heading if either another quarters that could be potentially worse than the shittiest planet he's ever been in or somewhere a bit fit with new stuff as he walked through the only area to find an available seat as he kept an expression of doubt and perhaps disgust.

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    "This will turn bad by the second and I feel it" muttered the business man to himself as he sat down and still keeping his doubts to himself until it was the appropriate time or whenever he had someone else to talk to if such chance presented itself just like if he wished to check the map on Helios or the secret "Gortys Project" building but yet again, who knows what may happen if he dared checked such maps in the presence of everyone else as he again muttered something to himself along the words of "Either two things are about to happen here. We're gonna move elsewhere but even worse or better.... Or we all hit Murder Bingo and get killed in here with no dignity". Only if he knew what could possibly go wrong inside the vehicle he was seating in, maybe even explode or break down in mid-trip in the middle of fucking nowhere.

    It now was the matter of time and perhaps fate and whoever coordinated the transport to lead them somewhere at last and perhaps get a break from all the crazy things Rhys was already used to as he was at some point on the shittiest planet ever and for quite some time before finding his way into the place he is right now and hope shit doesn't hit the fan.​
 
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.
Status
Welp, I may as well let Blackjack take leadership. I could handle taking care of a child, but several people, who may or may not have disrespect for authority? Oh no. Anyway, I get inside the bus.

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Mugen
Location: Buss
Tags: T The Man With No Name (Luigi)
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From behind the green carpenter/part time ghost hunter a noise could be heard. At first it was loud snoring, which was then immediately followed by a large umpf as if bone hit metal which in turn immediately got turned into a groan. From the behind the chair peeked the head of a man dressed in red, but this was clearly no man with a respectable profession, as seen by his raggy attire and his sword.

The man would look around the buss for a moment, being perplexed as to where he was clearly, until shrugging. He'd jump hop over the seat to land next to Luigi on the window side. After digging himself deeper into the seat he reaches into his back to pull out a pipe which he proceeds to quickly light. Taking a puff he offers it to the Italian.

"Want a hit?"
 
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Inventory:Flight unit

Interactions:Blackjack ( FactionGuerrilla FactionGuerrilla ) and anyone else really

A robotic arm was beckoning her towards a...bus? Confused by the robot she moved closer only to realise that its occupied by strange people the man in the green plumbing attire freaked her out the most.Landing her flight unit on top of the bus with a heavier thud and climbed in "where am i? Who are these people?" she asked the rusted robot while looking for a place to sit down.​
 

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    [Thel 'Vadam]
    {Money: 250$}
    {Status: Healthy, punctured shoulder/minor shotgun wound to the stomach, full shields}
    {Location: Former Libra Base}
    {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: FactionGuerrilla FactionGuerrilla }
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    Thel grunted at the merc's answer, which didn't bring much clarity to the Sangheili. So, he's a mayoral candidate, and he sent ghostly mercs to kill Libra. There doesn't seem to be a reason to risk his election, nor to go after them at all, if he wasn't in Toffee's pocket. They'll have to deal with him another time, however, as he won't be their concern for a while. 'Vadam listens to Blackjack speak about bringing the agents somewhere else, which caught his attention completely. What was more interesting than a place to sleep, however, was that he seemed to know something about the arrow they investigated. At least, the mystery behind it. Thel was one of those struck by a shard, but nothing seemed to come from it, other than being able to "Stands", so exploring that more could prove valuable.

    Eventually, Blackjack led them all outside, and a bus rode in not too long after. It was driven, or rather controlled, by a robot torso that prohibits violence on the bus. A wise policy, to be sure. Blackjack intended on bringing them somewhere to stay, which means they can plan out their rescue there. There wasn't much else left to do for Libra here, and nothing more for Thel to do. He had all his things, not like he ever got to settle for a moment to put them down. The Sangheili boarded the bus, sitting at the back. He took up two seats since they aren't really made for him, his hips are broad. After they reach their destination, he'll need to make a visit to the hospital. Still kinda bleeding.
 
Toshinori "All Might" Yagi
Location - The Bus | With - Everyone | Condition - Unconscious

All Might could currently be found draped limply across one of the seats towards the back of the bus. He'd passed out from a combination of exhaustion and fever, though whether he'd done so after climbing aboard or before he was dragged there by one of his colleagues even he couldn't say. Whatever the case had been, he was now at the mercy of whoever was driving the old rust-bucket -- as well as those around him, for better or for worse.​
 
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Blackjack snorted at Vega's request to view all the data on everyone before shaking his head- both at the thought of allowing everyone to publicly view each other's data alongside Venom Snake's obvious (at least to the mercenary) hop onto the top of the bus despite his previous invitation.

"Well, you're gonna have to make do with no info at all. I'm not gonna hand out people's information to strangers willy-nilly, so you're gonna have to ask the others for permission to access their files. No peeking into anyone's files but your own otherwise." He waited quietly for everyone to get onto the bus, and only when he was absolutely sure the last people were just stragglers who actually didn't want to get onto the bus, he knocked his mechanical hand on its side. Within moments the doors of the run-down vehicle shut themselves, and the rustbucket was off, leaving Blackjack (and anyone who truly wanted to stay for whatever reason) behind. If there were people not-so-bright who had stayed, Blackjack would wave his hand to them as he unslung what appeared to be a futurized sniper rifle.

"Have fun being on your own, and try not to get yourselves killed." He headed off, literally disappearing into thin air after walking a few feet away. For those who had decided to trust Blackjack and get on the bus, the driver's head turned around while he was still driving, gazing at the group with a neutral expression- probably because he was a beat-up robot. In fact, it seemed to focus specifically on Archer after he had asked about alcohol- or perhaps it was the spy's imagination?

"Welcome aboard, please have a seat! Thank you for choosing Consolidated Coach Corporation Bus-Lines. We know it's a big decision who you ride with and we are privileged to have been chosen. As a friendly reminder, this vehicle is equipped with anti-vandalism response." If anything, the 'reminder' didn't seem friendly one bit, albeit this was probably emphasized more than it should have thanks to the synthesized voice and seemingly pre-programmed speech.



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After a long, bumpy ride (no doubt exacerbated by the not-so-soft seats and terrible suspension on the bus) the ex-Libra team would find the bus parking itself in front of a significantly more majestic building that towered into the clear afternoon skies of Millennium City. The ratty doors squeaked open, and the driver turned to face the group one more time.

"End of the line. No seriously, this is now the end of the line. I'd warn you about this place and its not-so-polite customers, but I doubt you'd listen." And with that, everyone would shuffle off to be meeted by a handful of doormen, who didn't move from their guardposts whatsoever nor react to the group. However, it turned out that Blackjack had been following them extremely closely- as soon as the rugged bus went off on its merry way, the mercenary was standing behind everyone.

"Scored a sweet deal on this place meant to be a hub for the... Underworld, let's call it. For now, let's just get you all lying low- it's for the best for everyone. I'll give you formal introductions later and whatnot." The Asian cybersoldier headed into the Continental, not waiting for the group to follow. When they did go inside, however, they'd be welcomed with a homely atmosphere to the place despite the fact that nobody kept their backs to the door. A fireplace nearby warmed the elongated lobby up as Blackjack finished talking to a man behind the reception's desk a few meters ahead before turning and heading over to the team of misfits. What he had said was out of earshot, but obviously the merchant was at least acquainted with the receptionist judging by the multiple keys the mercenary held in his palms.

"One key for one room. All on the top floor- take the elevator. You can do whatever you want up there, just don't make too much of a ruckus and don't come down till tomorrow. Hopefully any heat you've gotten today will be gone by then." He gestured to a large elevator positioned on the side, apparently large enough for the whole group to squeeze in if they wished. Of course, they could also individually wait so they didn't have to be stuck standing next to potential enemies that had come along, but regardless of the team's choice they'd be in their hotel rooms soon enough- whether they chose to visit their friends and allies was up to them.


The day would fly by without much to say. No ambushes, no alerts of a robbery or magic arrow, no crazy drinking party. There were the basic comforts- such as a soft bed and bathroom including showers and a bath- alongside much more luxurious comforts like a computer and TV, and food service when rung up via the nearby telephone. Most notably if anyone chose to access their personal computer they'd find their personal profile that Klaus had mentioned earlier. It was buried underneath a few menus and files, but it was accessible nonetheless- and would show intelligence gained on their history before arriving at Millennium City alongside a log of their personal achievements and abilities within the city up until Libra was raided by the two ghosts.

Either way, time had made its way to the next day, and the hours seemed to plod by as it made its way into the afternoon... yet Blackjack hadn't shown up to anybody's apartment room. Either the group could make their way down to the lobby via elevator or choose to socialize with the others for as long as they pleased. Regardless, what they did next was up to everyone else.
 

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    Vincent Bari
    Equipment:
    Cobalt Blue Spellbook
    Powers:
    The First Spell; Zonisu
    Interactions:
    Zerulu Zerulu (Archer) Chungchangching Chungchangching (Vitan)

    Besides that annoying singer, Bari had an uneventful bus ride as he watched Vitan being flirted with by one of Zero's scrawny henchman. She better not have been interested in him, because if she was, Bari was probably going to have to destroy him. He and Vitan were in a battle to decide the king of the demons, they couldn't afford to be distracted by stupid things like romance. So, Bari sat there and glared at Archer for the entire bus ride until they finally reached their destination. Bari waited for Vitan to get up and start walking before he got up himself, walking directly behind her to keep some distance between Vitan and Archer.

    The group had arrived at a rather unimpressive human-made building. Bari supposed this is where they were to stay, at least until Zero dragged him and Vitan off somewhere else. As one of the more squinty-eyed humans held out a bunch of keys, Bari swiped one and bumped his way through the crowd, dragging Vitan along by the arm. "Come on, human, we might as well get some rest."

    Having pulled Vitan into the elevator, Bari looked at the opening in the contraption, wondering where the hell the door was. There were a bunch of flashing lights on a panel in the wall, but Bari had no idea what the hell they were. Bari started to growl in his throat, and then turned his head to Vitan, looking for answers. "What the hell is this? This isn't where we're staying is it? This is just a metal box with a big hole in the front!" Bari was angrily fixated on the lights in the wall, feeling as if they were mocking him with their mysteriousness. He clenched his sharp teeth together as the temptation to try and smash them grew ever stronger. "I told you this was a waste of time. Let's find somewhere else to stay, someplace with a door!"
 
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    Long after an almost recklessly dangerous bus ride and meeting a fellow member from the old headquarters to somewhere nicer now. Behold, the roots of everyone, The Continental. Rhys couldn't have been more impressed would he not know nor remember this even existed back in the first place.
    "Neat.. back here again.. Could've expected worse" muttered the business man to himself as he already got out of the bus and observed the tall of the place "Finally a better place to rest" right as he proceeded inside, took the key to his room and decided to briefly remain in the lobby.

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    Right after reaching his room and locking the door, the Hyperion worker decided to do the classical "suicide by finger gun" motion given the recent events that have lead to him grow a bit of despise on almost everyone and everything, yet he saw a computer on the desk which was weird to his sight since what type of hotel would have a computer? either way, he decided to sit down in front of it and try to dig deep on whatever things his former company were to be hiding from the data miner just like the deal of a fake vault key his now dead nemesis tried to arrange, but instead trying to get through menus, files and what not... something got the business man's attention, yet could've cared less. "Not now... I need to figure out what Hyperion still hides underneath their filthy blankets" muttered the man once again since his main priority was to find every single plan either his other boss who haunted the depths of his head or perhaps a few other things he could use to start something on his own

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    "What's this?" Rhys asked himself as he kept on digging through more files until eventually finding the one very thing.... a profile.. with his name and whatever intelligence was gathered from him before his arrival...... "Interesting....... Really interesting"​

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Archer was... less than amused by the bus ride to say the least. But what can you expect from a super secret spy who has had hooker parties and hotboxed private jets? Even in the company of a lady it wasn’t much of a dream ride, or comfortable one for that matter.

Anyway, as the bus reached their destination Archer was yet again unimpressed, a shoddy looking hotel with what he could only assume was towels soaked in cum and walls as thin as something extremely thin. Paper probably. Anyway, as he walked in the decor was nothing special, not a royal French hotel of course but he’d guess it would have to do.

As he stepped into the elevator he was with cucky mc cuckcunt and the girl he was talking with, but it seemed cuckson was having difficulties with the elevator, acting as if he had never seen one. “Geez, it’s an elevator you idiot.” He leaned against the wall, refusing to help him with the buttons instead watching him, seeing what he does or what happens.

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Snake had observed the people on the bus for a while, listening to their interactions and gathering intel from it. As soon as they had arrived at the shabby hotel, he took a peek down and jumped behind the group of people, pretending he had been in the bus.

He took a glance around and saw a few people, most of which already entering the building. He decided to do the same, and silently pick up a key from Blackjack, and walk into the building, taking the elevator to the floor in which his room is. He walked down the hallway, and turned to his room‘s door. He unlocked it with a swift motion, and stepped in.

The room was a godsend in comparison to what he had experienced in Afghanistan. He took a seat on one of the chairs located around the room, and started to process the situation he was in.
 
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