Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

[KandiPoP]

Bailey

Attitude: Modest
Location: Continental Lobby
With: Lanaya ( MLP_Phoenix )

She turned a bit surprised to have been singled out and a bit off put by such a formal introduction. "I'm Bailey. It's nice to meet you." She rubbed the side of her neck. "As far as my healing powers go....I'm not exactly sure they can be taught. I've had a penchant for magic since a weird accident when I was a kid and at some point I decided to become a doctor and just....focused on learning to heal as many wounds and ailments as I could. I'm still a far cry from done as it stands."​

 

[MLP_Phoenix]

Lanaya the Templar Assassin(Dota 2)

Money: $0
Status: Healthy
Location: Continental Lobby
Equipment/Items:
Makeshift sheetmetal caltrops
Continental Room 108 Key
Armor/Clothing:
Tight Silken Gown and Pants, Bracers, Bandana
(Basically the Image on the Right)
Abilities:
[Passive]Psionic Blades - small, purple glowing blades Lanaya may summon at the back of her hand
attacks strike enemies behind the main Target

Lanaya nodded as a response, then opened her book, the old paper softly rustling as she flicked through the pages quickly, each filled to the brim with observations and studies, ranging from simple gunpowder to magical passages and nightmares as she stopped, opening the book, the left side being empty while the right side was depicting a clawed, humanoid being(see sketch below), measurements and descriptions scattered arround the sketch "Can you tell me more about this accident?" she sat down with her legs crossed, laying the book down on her legs as she looked up at Bailey and awaited a response, her eyes were sparkling with joy as she prepared herself to be taught about this.

@KandiPoP(Bailey)

 

[KandiPoP]

Bailey

Attitude: Uneasy
Location: Continental Lobby
With: Lanaya ( MLP_Phoenix )

She shifted slightly. "It's not something I like to go too in depth about if it's all the same to you... Bit of a...sore subject..." She glanced to her partner briefly. She had shared very few details with him but knew he understood her hesitation.

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[QizPizza]

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[div class=wrapperDiv][div class=bigHeader]MILLENNIUM CITY[/div]

[div class=header]GAI MURAKUMO[/div]

LOCATION: The Continental Hotel - Lobby
PHYSICAL CONDITION: 100%
MENTAL CONDITION: Alert
GUNDAM CONDITION: Undeployed

Internal Dialogue = Italicized Colored
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INTERACTIONS: DapperDogman (Continental Concierge)
MENTIONS:

Gai stared at the front doors of the towering building before marked only by a "C" in gold lettering. This was the Continental. He had woken up in the cockpit of his Blue Astray just hours ago, with several curious details. His machine was missing all of its external equipment, there was no sign of any communications from the rest of Serpent Tail, and he was in the middle of some kind of city or colony. That aside, his Astray had apparent shrunk to a mere three meters tall, which was definitely physically impossible. After a brief walk out of his Astray he had caught wind of the Continental. It was supposedly a place where hitmen, assassins, and the like could find refuge. Perfect for someone like Gai while he took stock of his new situation.

With his Astray hidden in a nearby alley, the Serpent Tail mercenary enters the through the glass doors and takes a good look around the lobby. The cast of characters inside were...diverse. Creatures straight out of fairytales, people dressed like they were from the AD era, and others that were just...strange. Most of them were visibly on edge, as if they were just staring down an enemy a moment before. This hotel was supposed to be safe, but by word of mouth, some things were bound to be lost or exaggerated.

Gai's eyes darted from person to person, getting their faces into his memory, but they settled on a single figure dressed like a detective. He was getting just a bit more attention than anyone else in the room, and more shaken too. These people had something going on, but that was none of Gai's business. There's no need to get caught up in dramas or conspiracies if there wasn't going to be a hefty paycheck for the time he wasted. He avoided the others and simply made his way to the receptionist desk, addressing the concierge directly. "So, what's the deal with 'Trenchcoat'? Looks like he saw a ghost or something "
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[DapperDogman]

Taking a flask from his pocket, the detective takes a deep swig and sighs, straightening himself out and doing his best not to look quite so shaken by the recent events that unfolded "Alright folks, with all that mess out of the way, and a method of payment squared away, I do have a case I'd like you folks to chase up, actually" he sighs through his nose as he reaches back into his coat, replacing the flask and instead pulling out a small PDA "Recently my agency lost contact with a group that went by the name 'Libra' I have reason to suspect supernatural involvement" he straightens his coat slightly "It's my job to find out what happened, after that...It usually depends on how hostile the culprits are"

He places the PDA down on a nearby table and waves toward it, gesturing the group to help themselves to the case notes if they'd so desire

"Bailey, I think we can skip the red tape on this one, the less 'official' information I need to submit, the better. Just this once"

KandiPoP jigglesworth Zerulu GinkyGotBack TheFatherofSniping Nightwisher​

 

[KandiPoP]

Bailey

Attitude: Uneasy
Location: Continental Lobby
With: DapperDogman




Bailey sighed and rolled her eyes. Always trying to weasel out of his job. "Alright, but when they're looking for a head to put on the block, I'm throwing you under the bus...." She pulled her hair over her shoulder and readjusted her bow. It was going to be a pain working with so many people and she knew it was going to fall on her to deal with. "Right...So I suppose I'm going to be babysitting our junior detectives on their first case, right? And afterward, it'll be your job to tie up loose ends."
She closed her eyes concentrating for a moment. "We're going to need to get those....the things that I dragged through that rift a few weeks ago...the weird communication rocks... what did you call them?" She paused struggling to recall the name before dismissing it entirely. "Anyway, we need to get those so we can keep track of our rookies here. Just pray they aren't an insurance liability or I'm upping my rates!" She smirked and crossed her arms, shifting her weight slightly. "I can tell this is going to be a riot."​

 

[Zerulu]

Strelok listened to the detective talk, mostly it was a bunch of filler bullshit, Strelok never was one for a lot of chit-chat. “Libra eh?” He inquired before reaching for the case notes, “Did they find bodies?” He flicked through the booklet looking for mainly pictures, he couldn’t really read English due to the fact he was never taught how to, so he just asked questions, “And how long ago was this to be precise?”

DapperDogman @GhostBusterGang

 

[DapperDogman]

"Earlier today" Jericho mutters, his eyes focused on Strelok for a moment "Russian or Ukrainian?" he asks after a moment, a look of curiosity on his face as he buries his hands into his pockets, looking to the rest of the group, before noticing the newcomer stood near the clerk's desk. What a bizarre outfit. "Uh...Cell Phones?" he asks, at last snapping out of his thousand-yard stare, turning to Bailey slightly.

KandiPoP Zerulu​

 

[KandiPoP]

Bailey

Attitude: Peeved
Location: Continental Lobby
With: DapperDogman




She stared at him clearly unamused. "I know what a cell phone is and mine is more up to date than yours or did you forget? I figured you rather use the stupid alien things we found tan pay for a bunch of burner phones." She rolled her eyes. "Considering all of the expenditures will be coming out of your paycheck and not mine."​

 

[jigglesworth]

[Emily Drexel Lela Kaldwin]
{Money: 1400$}
{Status: Healthy, undamaged}
{Location: Libra Base}
{Equipment/Items: UNSC Combat Knife, Folding Sword, Crossbow}
{Armor/Clothing: Empress Garb}
{Abilities: Far Reach, Mesmerize, Doppelganger, Dark Vision, Agility}
{Interactions: DapperDogman KandiPoP Nightwisher FactionGuerrilla }
​

Emily listened to Jericho's briefing, as short as it was. Guess that's why they call it briefing. The case in question was about Libra, and their disappearance. Well, Jericho literally couldn't have come to better people for that. The question for Emily, now, was whether to tell him all about it or not. They are supposed to be laying low, after all, and Outsider knows where Toffee has his eyes and ears. They don't seem to be being actively hunted down anymore, but she really doesn't want that to change. Granted, once they take up more jobs for Jericho, that anonymity will likely disappear. The Empress turned her head slightly towards Shilo and another man, she can't seem to recall his name, two she knows know about Libra. Her eyes darted from them to Jericho, asking for their input on whether they should tell him.

 

[FactionGuerrilla]

• Frank Woods
• Live Status
• Interactions

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  After Shilo caught the soldier up to speed, Frank gave her a curt nod as he let the information sink in. Sounds like he missed a lot of action while he was still recuperating from his encounter with Crazy Bunny, but now that he was here it seemed like the fun was just starting. Sure, it didn't explain the other girl being so twitchy around the old copper "Jericho"- nor the heavy-duty asshole, for that matter- but he had a feeling his companion didn't know the answers to those either.
  
  And now this guy has the balls to ask about some deal with a hitman issuing death threats to him. Considering our terrible cards that this dump of a city's dealt, I think we still oughta take this job- no way can we pass up the money right now, especially if we're going to be going after ghost assholes like the ones that blew up our base and killed our "bosses". At least, if you're fine with that.
  
  When Jericho explained how he was too busy worrying about his own ass to watch the redhead, the Marine snorted. Yeah- sounds like the detective and his young girlfriend Baily obviously had some giant targets on their back if they were threatened inside this place by some heavy-duty asshole. The beer-bellied man didn't have to tell the hardened veteran that for him to notice, but was it really worth letting that redhead go? It was too late to ask more about that, though. He did mentally pocket the fact that the redhead was apparently a lead onto how everyone ended up here. For now, though, they couldn't chase her down considering those mercenary bastards were obviously twitchy and would try to take everyone out if any of them tried to go after "Lucy". Either way, when the payment was mentioned by some Russian holding an AK-47- Woods couldn't help feeling a sense of hostility towards the man, considering the other certainly looked like one of the Communist soldiers- the CIA operative nodded.
  
  "Count me in for whatever the hell you got." Turns out they had a mission based upon Libra. Of all God-damn things, the same organization that the supersoldier came from. As soon as the PDA came up, he made a move to take a good look at the notes that Jericho had. What sort of footprints had their organization left behind? Did it happen to trace all the way back to them? Was that why the copper had asked them, of all people, to "help"? Some sorta test? Frank was familiar with the tactic of "asking" for Intel to test whether the subjects were lying- and he wasn't sure if this was what the sleuthing duo were trying to do. Regardless of what they knew, he figured it would be smart to remain as vague as possible until the last minute. He caught the Royal-blooded girl giving him and Shilo a look, as though she was wondering what they should tell him. The American let his mental voice do the talking within their minds.
  
  Don't tell him who we are just yet. Let's see what this guy knows before making our move. He mentally spoke to the two Libra girls before coughing a couple times to deflect any sort of reaction they might show on their faces, rather drawing the attention to himself. The Vietnam-fighter folded his arms, continuing to read the PDA notes as he spoke.
  
  "Gonna need more information than 'Libra', pal. What makes you so interested in this Libra group- your agency have some sorta love affair with them or something? Any reason why they would've up and vanished? And do you have any info on the bodies? Images of them, IDs, maybe a cause of death?" If CIA agents like Hudson could lie through their teeth, so could Woods. Throughout this entire mini-debrief, his expression remained as cold and hardened as possible- which, really, was what he did all the time. He had a feeling he knew the answer to the latter two questions- chances were the bodies were their leaders, but it would be a good indicator of what this "investigator" had figured out so far. The second question was an obvious no-brainer to the survivors, though- they had been attacked by freaking ghosts, of all things. The only reason why they were still okay at this point and not hoboes was thanks to that Blackjack guy who kept coming in and out- speaking of which, why hadn't the clown gotten out of his hidey hole to investigate the disturbance at his own hotel? Fuck it, that wasn't Frank's problem. For now, he was more focused on grilling beer-belly without revealing his or the others' hands just yet.
  
• 
  Location: The Continental
  Condition: Healthy/Healthy/Healthy
  Emotion: Wary/Confused/Focused
  Current Inventory: Titus-6 Hybrid Launcher (Buckshot), Flak Jacket/Elk Shield, Hydra Blood, Nemean Lion Pelt/Smartphone, 2EZ Taser, Thunder Ball, IEDs, Shock Charges, Nano Rifle, Quadcopter, RC vehicle
  Current Powers: Telepathy, Passive Health Regeneration/Critical Edge/Invisibility, Dead Silence
  Currency: $1,400/$2,200/$50
  
• 
  Direct Mention:
  Woods: Shilo Nightwisher , Quest NPCS DapperDogman , Emily jigglesworth
  Sophitia: N/A
  Marcus: N/A
  Indirect Reference:
  Woods: Bari GinkyGotBack , Strelok Zerulu , Bailey KandiPoP ,
  Sophitia: N/A
  Marcus: N/A
  

 

[DapperDogman]

"You could say I was in bed with Libra, sure. It's not the most accurate assessment, but it fits, I guess" the detective moves over toward Frank, hushing his voice slightly "Truth is, Libra was supposed to provide me with manpower to further my investigation, now, I ain't no pushover, far from it in fact, but I'm also not a soldier." straightening his back he sighs "Not even a cop anymore, but my aim's good and my wits are sharp" suddenly stabbing his hand down, a dark dagger materialises in his grip, the point where it struck the table left behind trails of faint black smoke. It almost looked like a knife made of pure shadow, it's surface looked like stretched into spaces it shouldn't. Looking at it too closely would make your eyes wander in on themselves in the strangest ways.

It was like an MC Escher painting come to life as the detective managed a small smirk. "Thing is, I specialise more in killing ghosts and vampires than people" the knife fades from his hand as he sighs "Bottom line here is pretty simple, we're going to have to go to war against whoever is trying to keep the means to leave hidden. Whether that be a lizard in a suit, some hooligans with ballistic masks, or some crazy wizard god from space"

He clasps his hands together and cracks his knuckles with a soft sigh "Whether you folks like it or not, this city's not going to hold onto peace much longer, gangs of 'normals' without powers are mobilising like the goddamn communists, trying to raid facilities where Power Orbs are manufactured." he sighs through his nose as he glances between Woods and Strelok, a hint of disapproval in his eyes "Deep beneath the city cults of magic-wielding madmen are trying to destroy the city from within, and whoever these guys in masks are showing their hand suddenly. Things are going to get messy, and it's best you pick someone with connections to pair up with quickly"

***

As far as the PDA went, it showed a simple database of files on known Libra associates, including Blackjack, Klaus, and Rodimus (Noting that the latter two were confirmed dead), it also had files about locations, potential enemies and known criminals affiliated with the group, such as Guido Mista. Most importantly, it had a search bar at the top, allowing Woods to check for any specific information he was curious if Jericho had been filled in about.

KandiPoP jigglesworth Zerulu GinkyGotBack TheFatherofSniping Nightwisher FactionGuerrilla​

 

[Nightwisher]

• Shilo Saga
• Interactions

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  ~Shilo Saga~
  Location: Continental
  Inventory: 2 katar, 6 throwing knives, 1 Bowie knife, 1 Glock .45, and a M16A3.
  Currency: 2300
  Power: Light Control
  Mood: Annoyed, interested
  Condition: Healthy​
  
  Shilo’s only response to Frank was a shrug of her shoulders. He had a point, they needed the money. It was weird, she had to admit, not having the limitless bank account of the Team behind her. To an extent, it felt like she was back working for Borys, taking any job no matter the consequences just to have that extra money to burn on anything he wanted. Shilo didn’t like that at all. Nonetheless, she wasn’t alone in this, so there was at least that comfort if she did decide to follow Frank into the midst of the unknown city. The assassin perked up a little bit at the mention of luring people into places where snipers couldn’t be deployed. She had some experience in doing things like that. She would keep that under reps for now, though. Frank and she could discuss plans with the rest of the Libra group after this Jericho bloke left to run his evidence. The Team 73 leader preferred to trust her ideas with the group she’d been starting to get used to over the man who had so blatantly ignored her questions.
  
  The raven haired woman’s gaze swept across the room as the conversation continued. Her teal eyes fell upon yet another unfamiliar face. She sized him up, brown hair, blue jacket, seems like an inflated sense of self-worth to some extent or another… he’d probably fit in well with the rest of the group. She let her eyes rest on him for a bit longer before she met his gaze and then turned her attention back to Jericho in time to hear him talk about the missing Libra. She felt Emily’s gaze on her but gave no physical response to the name whatsoever, even when she heard Frank’s voice in her head once more. Good, they all seemed to be on the same page -- stay silent about Libra until they knew why this guy was digging into the information.
  
  Shilo sighed, glancing at Frank as he started asking questions. She had a few of her own, but she would continue her status as a shadow until it became necessary. She was close enough to the Marine that when Jericho leaned over to whisper, she heard. The raven haired assassin gave a small titter. Sure. She was having a particularly hard time taking this guy seriously. However, her interest was piqued when the shadow knife appeared. Now, knives were something she understood, and well for that matter. If there were knives that could kill ghosts, or anything supernatural that they would have to come across, she wanted to know about them, and more importantly, how to get them.
  
  Shilo looked back up to Jericho, crossing her arms over her chest. “So, you want to find Libra so that you can get your bodyguards or mini-army, or whatever you want to call them, back.” It wasn’t a question. “And you don’t specialize in killing people, so you want them to? Kind of try to delay this war until you find the way to leave so you can just,” Shilo waved a hand. “Get out of here?”
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  Shilo Saga
  Interactions: Frank Woods ( FactionGuerrilla ) and Jack Jericho ( DapperDogman )
  Mentions: Gai Murakumo ( QizPizza ) and Emily Kaldwin ( jigglesworth )
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[Zerulu]

Strelok nodded, placing the booklet down, getting bored of the lack of pictures. “Ukrainian, but in the zone where you come from doesn’t matter, it’s all the same, men betrayed by their corrupt government put away so they can’t talk” he answers Jericho’s question, noticing the american looking soldier looking at him he attempts to give a polite nod.

“So we just have to be your muscle or whatever to see what happened to this base of people?” Strelok attempted to assess the situation, “Fuck it... I’m in, got nothing better to do.”

DapperDogman FactionGuerrilla @detectivegangganglit

 

[TheFatherofSniping]

2B looked at the gold coins that The detective Jericho had but pretended not to stare at them before turning to what else he had now put on the table:the PDA.This was the first time that she had seen such rudimentary tool akin to rocks that cavemen would bang together to create fire.

"Recently my agency lost contact with a group that went by the name 'Libra' I have reason to suspect supernatural involvement"

Leaning on the table she studied the PDA carefully.

"looks like a mess" the Android remarked at the damage on the base

"Thats a whole lot more than anything I've ever fought can do.Not so sure what we are up against. Mr guns here "she gestures at Strelok" is right. I'd like to have more information on Libra and what/who killed off these people as flight units ,placing emphasis on mine in particular, are pretty expensive so I'd at least like to know what i'm getting into by joining this... What did you call it? Suicide Squad? Did we even think of a name? Anyways long story short I think I'll join the...squad"

Zerulu
DapperDogman
@Suicide Squad

 

[DapperDogman]

"Look, I don't know much about Libra, just that they used to be doing just fine, they got involved in aiding newcomers to the city, and now their senior staff are dead." he buries his hands into his pockets and sighs "They were supposed to refer to me capable, willing individuals who prefer living over ending up in an active warzone, enduring martial law, and potentially seeing the end of this damn city as we know it." he grits his teeth slightly and leans on the table "I don't need an army, I need men and women of action, heroes, whatever name you wanna give to people who get shit done" he runs a hand through his hair and sighs "I hope we don't have to kill many people, but it's a sad reality that it happens sometimes"

His hands tighten into balls as he glances to Bailey for a second "How many doses do I have left, doll?" he asks, his jaw tightening slightly as he begins controlling his breathing, his eyes now a solid gold as his face looks pained, sweat beading on his forehead as he slips his flask from his jacket and takes a large swig, taking out a small needle and jabbing himself in the leg with it. After a second he sighs, his eyes going back to their dull brown as he winces.

"So, I take it we'll be working together for now" he mutters, blinking weakly a few times and clearing his throat. "And no, I don't have some cheesy name for this group. If you want one, make one up yourselves"

KandiPoP jigglesworth Zerulu GinkyGotBack TheFatherofSniping Nightwisher FactionGuerrilla QizPizza​

 

[QizPizza]

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[div class=wrapperDiv][div class=bigHeader]MILLENNIUM CITY[/div]

[div class=header]GAI MURAKUMO[/div]

LOCATION: The Continental Hotel - Lobby
PHYSICAL CONDITION: 100%
MENTAL CONDITION: Cautious
GUNDAM CONDITION: Undeployed

Internal Dialogue = Italicized Colored
External Dialogue = Bolded Colored
Gai's Speech Color= #4D64A7

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INTERACTIONS: DapperDogman (Jericho)
MENTIONS: Nightwisher (Shilo)

Gai's question wasn't answered directly, but he would pick up on it eventually. It wasn't like what the Detective had to say was private by any means. As he waited for the man to continue speaking, he felt a pair of eyes on him. Sweeping the lobby with his eyes led him to a black haired bombshell. Their gazes locked for just a moment, but in that time, he got the impression that she was dangerous. In what way exactly, he couldn't tell just yet, but it meant that he should be careful around her. The same would go for many of the others in the room. The more... unusual...a character was, the more likely they were to be dangerous.

Eavesdropping on the conversation the detective was having with the others, Gai picked up on a few important details. First, that this city was either crazier than he thought or the Detective was crazier than he thought, what with all the talk about monsters and wizards. Second, there was a group of masked individuals causing trouble in the city. And lastly, this man need a group of people to help him out with whatever he's got. On a side note, something about the Detective didn't sit well with Gai, especially when he started to act strange until he got an injection. It could be anything from an addiction to a medical condition to a magical curse. But that wouldn't matter if he was paying well.

Taking quiet steps forward, he walk up to the group and slipped in among their ranks to ask a simple question, "How much are you paying?"
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[KandiPoP]

Bailey

Attitude: Concerned
Location: Continental Lobby
With: DapperDogman and others



"I only have enough to keep you tied over until next month, cupcake...It'll take me a while to make more or to find more if we're lucky enough. You know the rules, Jack. If you can't keep a lid on it I'll have to get the collar..." There was no hint of teasing or the usual playful banter in her words as she looked into his eyes and moved closer giving him another syringe. "You'll have to keep things in check until I can fix this."

She rested her hand gently on his shoulder, the gently touch feeling like an electrical hum against his clothes as she did her best to speed it along. She looked at him once more, bluebell eyes heavy with a question. She seemed either to be inspecting his eyes for something or daring him to make a move to fight her. Either way, there was the slightest crease between her eyebrows that betrayed the worry with which she warned him. "Worse yet....you're building a tolerance to this stuff and if that keeps up It'll take more and more to calm you down. I can build the warding but...you know the tradeoff there. You won't have a choice but to remain calm even if the brown stuff hits the fan... I've been looking for other options but...for now, I've come up bust, big guy." ​

 

[MLP_Phoenix]

Lanaya the Templar Assassin(Dota 2)

Money: $0
Status: Healthy
Location: Continental Lobby
Equipment/Items:
Makeshift sheetmetal caltrops
Continental Room 108 Key
Armor/Clothing:
Tight Silken Gown and Pants, Bracers, Bandana
(Basically the Image on the Right)
Abilities:
[Passive]Psionic Blades - small, purple glowing blades Lanaya may summon at the back of her hand
attacks strike enemies behind the main zarget

She nodded and put her book away then pulled a chair underneath herself and let herself drop into it and crossed her legs over. "Could you also for example... compose a poison?" she leaned back and looked at Bailey, awaiting a response.

@KandiPoP(Bailey)

 

[KandiPoP]

Bailey

Attitude: Concerned
Location: Continental Lobby
With: MLP_Phoenix



Bailey looked to the woman suspiciously. "I could easily manufacture a poison...Though I wouldn't. My job as a medical professional is to do no harm and to bring relief and good health to my patients. As a detective my job is to find the truth and preserve as much life as I can in the process. My job as Jackass Jericho's partner is to keep him in line and keep him alive for as long as possible." She looked back to her partner again. "And despite how much I'd love to poison him most days, I exercise self control and don't..."​

 

[DapperDogman]

"Thanks, doll. You've been an angel," he says, cracking a small smile, the signature gumshoe charm seeming to drop for a moment as he takes the syringe and replaces the empty one in his jacket "While it's not perfect, it's a damn sight better than needing someone to play the violin while it blows over" he rolls his shoulder and grunts as he adjusts himself "As for poisons, you should know how worthless trying to poison a werewolf is" he gives her a cheeky smirk as he glances over toward the elf, a little too long-lasting to really be a glance, but I digress.

His eyes then scanned back toward 2B as his lips tug into a wide grin "Bailey, doll...You did, of course, leave out one detail of your employment" he says, chuckling quietly as he turns back toward the elf who'd asked about poisons "It seems you may not have to play distraction too much longer, seems we've got some prime candidates for eye candy here already, my hook's a little rusty, but you've never had a guy leering longer than you had to, right?"

Turning, he addresses the more serious questions
"$200 a day, plus an upfront deposit to get things moving," the detective says, clearing his throat and wiping his mouth with a tissue he pulls from his jacket "If you work for me, you try to keep things legitimate. In short, a greased palm is better than a dead body" he reaches his hand back into his jacket and pulls out a small phone, pressing a few keys and muttering into the device "Detective Jericho, Badge 1247" he announces, before placing his hand over his mouth and murmuring something quiet into the piece "Thank you" he says as he ends the call and pushes himself to his feet, approaching the front desk and nodding to the Concierge as he produces a large sack "Help yourselves" he says as he waves for the group to take their funding "They're magically enchanted so only a coin given may be taken, that means $250 for each of you. That's 5 coins, don't try to take any more" he then turns back to the Concierge and pushes a small silver coin across the desk "If you'd please book me a meeting with the tailor, I'd appreciate it"

KandiPoP jigglesworth Zerulu GinkyGotBack TheFatherofSniping Nightwisher FactionGuerrilla QizPizza​

 

[Zerulu]

Suddenly an intense headache racked the inside of Strelok’s gas mask as his body started to experience a whole lot of pain, exerting into him like he’d just been cut up and sliced. Eventually the effects subsided and he didn’t give it any second thought, but for some reason the Assassin in black, Shilo, caught his eye for a second longer than it should have. He quickly edged his head back to the detective.

“Generous pay, what can we buy with this money anyway?” He walked to the table, taking the coins he was deserved, “And when do we start? I’ve had enough standing around just doing nothing.”

DapperDogman Nightwisher @theepicghostbangers

 

[Rhysie]

• Rhys' side of the story
• Misc.
• ???

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  Rhys
  
  
  
  The business man had better important stuff, just like funding a company that was once owned by the "great" and late Handsome Jack, Atlas, A company that only few could assume to be a subsidiary of Hyperion on a few things but that was not the thing. Rhys had closed the computer he was sitting in front of as he gathered what he needed, packed his stuff ready to take the leave in order to do what he so needs to get his life back up again "Well... Time to work on Atlas. Screw Jack, good thing I crushed that eye for GOOD. Heh, no wonder he got killed in the first place" Rhys muttered to himself as he closed his briefcase, grabbed it by its handle and leaving the room towards the lobby via the elevator
  
  
  
  Once in the main area, the salary man stepped out of the elevator with an expression that could only be described as cold and straight-forward like if he owed nothing to anyone and ignoring every interaction and simply walking out of the front door and making his way through the shiny, futuristic image that the city provides him with as he just kept on strolling while keeping his head up front and never looking back, like the business-man looking for that promotion that was ruined by his nemesis who once started in the mail room and made his way up to that presidential chair by murdering the CEO back then and demoting the salary man to a[n absolutely not] great janitorial position
  
  
  
  "Enhance." said Rhys as he looked at an old map of Helios (Hyperion's Space Station) as he continued on his path somewhere while holding his briefcase on the other hand "Perfect... what Helios looks or well.. looked like before I left it, wonder how would it feel for the people still working in there that one day that station will perish?" The [ex-] Hyperion employee muttered to himself while walking along regardless of people asking themselves on how he got such holographic stuff working and turning heads, all that stuff that a few only could care about, either way, He will reach his destination somehow and that is an abandoned underground base in the outskirts of Millennium City whichever way is possible just to gather his company up and running (slowly of course) and rocking on for the future.​
• 
  
  InteractionsOn-going: None
  Mentions: None
  It's probably too late to try and interact with him, unless you're a speed boy and catch up to him​
• 
  
  This was a final post.
  I may return at some point but I am not really sure when. It was good roleplaying with you people but for now, I shall take my leave and move on.
  I will be glad to see this move on in the future, but I'm mostly sure things will change in the near future without knowing what it may bring us, until then.. waddle on.
  
  ​
  
  

 

[Ferociousfeind]

• Courtesy Tab
• Reintroduction

• 
  Big post, watch out!
  
• 
  Marie - uncalibrated
  
  The past few months had been rough on Marie. Millennium truly was an unforgiving city. Marie had run into several altercations not only with local gangs trying to survive, not only with the general human public, but with the city's police forces as well. It was a godsend she could get around so easily! She could barely count on her fingers the amount of times she would've died if she couldn't superjump away from danger.
  
  The first night after Libra had essentially disbanded was especially rough. The inkling pop star was not prepared to sleep in a cardboard box, nor extract the water out of it when it began raining. It wasn't all bad, however! She met a fan! He was cool, if not a little... distracted... by her presence. After a couple of long days trying to survive, she took a turn into an alleyway to lose him. Lesson learned: pop stars should stay away from their fans.
  
  Around a week into the madness, Marie had walked into a restaurant to try to get some food that wasn't scavenged out of a dumpster. Why was she resorting to that in the first place...? She took a seat at an empty table and waited for her order to be taken. She waited for a... long while.
  
  "Sorry, little girlie. They don't serve your kind here," another patron explained quietly to the inkling while she was waiting. She did recall several waiters and waitresses walking past her to other tables, and the food on the menu didn't sound particularly palatable either way. She stood up, thanked the patron, and left. On her way out, she felt a sense of immense dread, which vanished once the door closed. She, of course, shrugged it off.
  
  ~~
  
  This pattern repeated itself every few days, she would be unable to order from some new restaurant, she would leave, she would feel terrible dread for a moment. Then, at around the one-month mark, the source of the dread made itself known.
  
  A man towering over her, in some sort of clown getup. His hair was pink and slicked back, and his eyes projected a perverted and murderous intent. His clothes seemed to be themed after playing cards, with hearts, clubs, spades, and diamonds decorating the exterior. One month in, he approached her with a smile. "I can sense it- you're a powerful fighter. It's something I haven't quite seen before."
  
  "What do you mean? I don't have anything going for me, besides my ability to run away and get lucky," Marie replied, looking up to him quizzically.
  
  His smile grew wider, "So you haven't even used it yet? When was the last time you checked your baggage, inkling?"
  
  Marie's eyes narrowed, and she discreetly checked the sparse contents of a bag she was carrying. She found something new in there, that hadn't been there before. She turned to it and removed it from the bag; a microphone. Except, it had practically been tailored for her hands, and it fit better than the gloves on her fingers! She turned back to the man, who was now crouched down, hands on knees, to meet her eye level. "Your journey is just beginning, inkling." His face turned slightly perverted again, "I hope to watch you grow and mature," before he stood up and began to walk off.
  
  "Once you've grown powerful enough, go find a man by the name of Hisoka," he finished, before walking off.
  
  Marie looked around, thoroughly confused. What did this microphone have to do with anything? How did it get there? Why was it a perfect fit to her? Why did it feel like it had always been right by her side, waiting for a catalyst such as this to make itself known? Marie continued with her questions while walking down the road, looking the microphone over.
  
  She flipped the power switch up, and a small panel on the side of it retracted, and was replaced with a handle. Her first instinct, of course, was to hold it by the handle. She pulled the trigger on it, and it spat out clicks reminiscent of a Geiger counter; lots of low-volume clicks. They sped up as she swished the microphone/gun around, and it seemed like she could charge a battery inside of it by swishing it around and then pulling the trigger.
  
  ~~
  
  "What you got there, little girl?" a Russian-sounding man asked from behind Marie. She turned around to see a gun barrel pointed at her, "Hand over your money, Libra scum!" Without warning the man pulled the trigger on his weapon, spraying bullets towards the inkling. Evidently it wasn't her money he was after, even though he asked for it first.
  
  Several bullets shredded through her left arm, and the Libra armband went flying. She shrieked in pain, pulling the microphone up to protect her face. It made a couple of digital sounds as faint plastic-on-metal sounds plinked off of its wind screen. She opened her eyes to see several of the rings lining the now barrel of the microphone now glowing green. She pointed the end of the microphone at the angry Russian, and pulled the trigger.
  
  A faint whooshing sound accompanied the visible air distortion which shot as a wave towards the Russian, turning nearby rocks into rubble and ripping the man's fancy, Mafia-esce suit up. He fell to one knee, now clutching his ears and coughing up blood. She didn't bother trying to ask him anything about where he came from or why he attacked her, since it was obvious she had just slammed him with something not unlike a Killer Wail, and his ears probably aren't working any more. She walked off, putting the microphone away in her bag, and clutching the space where her left arm was supposed to be, "I need to find a respawn point..."
  
  Two weeks later, the inkling had simply performed reconstructive therapy, drawing in large amounts of ink and letting her injuries heal naturally. It was a messy process. In that time, she had learned more about her microphone, which turned out to actually be her Stand. After all this time, she had finally unlocked her Stand's ability. Which seemed to be... absorbing energy from outside, and then shooting it out with the pull of the trigger.
  
  ~~
  
  The second month went by much more smoothly, though Marie has several encounters with more thugs looking to end her life for working with Libra that one time. Each time, she dealt with them easily enough, and learned more about her Stand, 「SPEAKERBOXXX」, and its abilities. Much of its capabilities are locked within the user's mind, and it'd do what the user wants it to do, when they pull the trigger. The user doesn't even have to be Marie, though she can recall it to her at any time and it'll manifest into her hand from wherever it was before.
  
  Back in the present, the inkling was now walking towards a particularly fancy-looking building, which towered above the rest of the city. As she approached, she instinctively reached for her Stand, gripping it tightly in case a fight broke out and she needed to defend herself. But she needed some place to stay more badly than she wanted to avoid a fight. Not to mention, if she was the only Stand user, there was a high likelihood she would come out completely unscathed...
  
  She pushed through the front entrance with one hand, the other still hidden away in a bag at her side, clutching the little green microphone that's saved her life several times in the past month. She wasn't expecting such a homely, comfortable atmosphere on the inside, however, and she relaxed, pulling her hand out from the bag.
  
  Marie walked up to the front desk and asked the receptionist there, asking up-front, "How much might a room cost to stay in, for..." she glances around, "a month or two?"
  
  (Marie's re-introductory post, she's back in the game!)
  ( FactionGuerrilla you were the one controlling the receptionist (two months) earlier, so have a mention!)