Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

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Frank's permanent scowl became a brief grimace when Papyrus spoke up. The skeleton carried himself with a certain naïveté that rubbed Frank the wrong way. Exactly the opposite of the kind of person he wanted to travel with. Hopefully, the big guy here wouldn't insist on bringing him along, though getting a powered individual on his side might be worth. It was a bit weird still that he could now consider himself powered, but he wasn't going to dwell on that very long. For now, he watched Papyrus will the same calculating eyes, seeming to drill into the skeleton's skull in search of his secrets. His capabilities. His vices. All Might speaking up got his gaze to shift away, though he did not relax, and his eyes did occasionally still cut to the skeleton.​

All Might. Superhumans always picked the dumbest names for themselves. If they didn't pick a dumb name, someone else did it for them. He'd never liked the nickname the Punisher. Didn't exactly roll off the tongue, though the fear the name carried back on the streets of New York was certainly a tool he'd used to his advantage on more than one occasion. "I wish I could say it was nice to meet you, All Might, but the circumstances would pretty plainly show that it's not." In stark contrast to All Might's incessant smile, Frank's frown never broke, no matter how contagiously cheery the superhero in front of him or delightful the skeleton off to his right was.

All Might accepted the pitch with no resistance, something that took Frank off guard for a moment, though it didn't show in his face. For a second, he forgot that he had no reputation here. That would be a blessing and a curse. "Sounds good. Mind letting me know what your abilities are? I'd figure strength, maybe durability and speed, just looking at you. Don't like going into dangerous situations without knowing exactly what's in my arsenal. I mostly use firearms. Got some more powers over there though." Frank tilted his head towards the printer before finally turning to face Papyrus again, a less than enthused look written across his face. "This guy with you? Doesn't look like much."

T The Man With No Name
Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes​
 
“Shit… you fuckers’re back from your little huntin’ trip?” Came a familiar feminine voice from the other end of the shop area. Anyone who cared to turn and take a look would find none other than Revy herself smoking a cigarette as she casually leaned against the wall. The homicidal gunslinger then tooke final, hefty puff from her cancer stick before unceremoniously dropping it from the confines of her finger tips and squashing it beneath her combat boot.

She then proceeded to shove past everybody and approach the one simply known as Frank Castle…. though not before turning to face All Might first and jabbing her index finger right between his pectorals muscles without a single flinch.

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“Hey hey hey! Listen, if you’re done playin’ superheroes, I’d like to have a fuckin’ conversation with one of the real adults here!” Revy exclaimed in annoyance before turning on a heel to face Castle.

“Now… you look like you know a thing or two about guns… and since it looks like there ain’t another dumbass here who can even hold a gun besides those military cockbites, I’m gonna partner with you.” She said— no, demanded— as she leaned in close enough so that Frank could smell the disgusting mix of stale cigarettes and alcohol on her breath.

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Whether either of them replied or not, everyone would soon be summoned back up to the main lobby after they all finished purchasing their weapons. Klaus awaited everyone near the holographic overlay of the city. “I have two new missions for you all.” He said simply as he turned to face the projection behind him. First, he zoomed in on the middle of the city, eventually focusing on what appeared to be a bank of some sorts.

“First, it looks like a sort of fire-breathing turtle-like creature is robbing the bank with a group of other assorted creatures.” He said with a completely straight face, the notion not seeming to phase him in the slightest.

Next, he zoomed out and spun the overlay, before stopping at the industrial district. “Next, we have strange disturbances at an abandoned slaughterhouse in the industrial district. We’re not too sure what it is, though we think it’s best that some of you investigate nonetheless.” He states with a grunt before using both fingers to minimize the holographic map, leaving you all to choose where to go.


[Tag thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore for the Bank and Centurion_ Centurion_ for the Slaughterhouse!]​
 
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All Might
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Location - Libra Base | With - Everyone | Condition - Hacking up his last lung

All Might scratched at the back of his head almost bashfully as Frank more or less guessed his powers just by looking him over once.

“Well, I’m impressed! You really know your stuff! You must spend quite a lot of time around people with abnormal abilities!” he complimented before the subject shifted to the young skeleton that had joined them. He honestly hadn’t the faintest idea who Papyrus was or what he could do. He’d simply enjoyed his positive attitude.

Before he could comment on the eager little monster, however, a smell wafted over towards him that made his jaw tense up. Ever since his devastating injury six years ago, he’d been told to avoid cigarettes and alcohol like the plague for the sake of his health. He’d never indulged in either before that, but since losing a lung to All For One, it was the former he really couldn’t stand to be around.

All Might attempted to cover his nose and mouth as politely as he could manage as the brash woman approached their small group. Unfortunately, she decided to approach him first, the heavy scent of tobacco and booze becoming nigh unbearable for him. Between the poke to his chest and her shouting up into his face, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He turned away from Frank and the woman as quickly as he could, his muscle form evaporating away the instant he did so before he seemed to crumple into a particularly painful-sounding coughing fit.

All Might managed to recover by the time everyone was gathered for the briefing on the next missions. He didn’t bother taking his muscle form again, not wanting to waste his stamina now that it looked like he might need it. He looked over the two scenarios, quickly running over the possible outcomes in his head. He was hesitant to involve himself in another investigation, afraid it might turn out like the Outskirts debacle.

“Well, fire-breathing monsters and bank robberies seem to be just my speed, so I guess it’s the bank for me.” he commented mostly to himself.

( thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore , BarrenThin2 BarrenThin2 )​
 


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

    Interaction When Emile got back to the Libra Base, he took the credits salvaged from Felix and Locus's suits and went to the 3d printer. It bothered the Spartan-III that these people took apart and sold off the parts of Mjolnir armor. Sure, someone can simply print out a set of the most advanced weapon known to man, but this feeling was so deeply ingrained in Emile. Protocol was paramount. If they didn't follow protocol, they would be no worse than animals killing each other. The only thing that redeemed people mercilessly killing other sentient beings was their organization and rules. Of course, some rules were meant to be broken, but there had to be a good reason for it.

    The Spartan pushed the irrelevant thought aside as he tapped at the screen of the printer. He needed another shotgun. One 12 gauge shotgun was great, but two? Now they were talking. The Grimm 12G Shotgun huh? A nice piece of bullpup hardware. Emile thought that he might as well trade in the shotgun he already had for that bullpup model. Dual wielding with bullpups was much easier than dual wielding two regular shotguns. Aside from that he chose this one orb labeled "Reaper". It was some sort of supersoldier project by an organization called Blackwatch. It seemed to be a good investment.

    When Emile finished purchasing his items he noticed a skimpily dressed woman arguing with a superhero looking man and another, edgier looking superhero armed with several firearms. The hero was a bit suspicious, but the other two looked like they had some semblance of a military background. He reluctantly chose the bank job. Mainly because it appeared to be a straight job. He had enough of investigating anomalies. He approached the hero and a skeleton in armor going to the bank also, "Alright, Hero man and Bones, let's head off to the bank. Just see if you can keep up and follow orders."

    Notes Interacting With: Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes (All Might) T The Man With No Name (Papyrus)
    Mentioned: thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore (Revy) BarrenThin2 BarrenThin2 (Castle)

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

  • As Vonyish finished his strike he was a couple meters from the Hydra, until he released the Demi-God was planing on collapsing half the arena to kill it, he dashed out the way narrowly avoiding the rubble. Strangely he took a minute to take a breath, this wasn't normal from a space marine. Vonyish limped over to where the group hadn't formed again, "Thanks for the help, Sophita?" The marine tried to recount the Greek's name. Just than he zoned out, it seemed he enetered another trance, until Rodimus came to pick them up and return to the base.

    Vonyish was informed that they got an extra 1k credits, but this didn't matter since he wasn't looking for anything special- or, Vonyish thought before putting the thought aside again. The marine also noticed a new group of people who seemed to have joined them, and a fight between two of the people who were from there before.

    It seemed they had two jobs to offer, a bank type one and a slaughter house, Vonyish naturally would want to do the slaughter house so that sounds exactly what he did, he walked over to where ever he was supposed to stand to find no one else decided to come yet. So he decided to kneel down and inspect his gear, waiting for anyone else.


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Mood: Worried Location: Libra HQ ​

Drake had wandered the city inspecting everyone he saw with quick, accusative glances, since he arrived he couldn't find any signs of his companion Aaron. He had vowed to take care of the young child, with his life if need be, and a sense of unease overtook Drake's rational thinking. As he was searching he met a man named Klaus who asked Drake to follow him, reluctantly the shapeshifter gave a sigh and narrowed his gaze. He didn't have intentions on following this strange person, not after what happened last time, but he felt lost in a strange land and figured that this person was his best shot at navigating this new area. He followed the stranger, not taking his eyes off the passerby's faces, Aaron could be hiding amongst any one of these people and there would be no way of knowing. Drake decided to calm his nerves somewhat as he thought about all the fights the two had been through and he told himself that Aaron would be fine. For the most part, Drake kept to himself, shooting nervous glances at everybody who arrived, he wasn't quite sure about the crowd he was in but as long as they weren't trying to execute him, he didn't care.

When Klaus gave the mission briefing he stepped away from the wall and listened closely to what he was saying, with a bored sigh he decided that he would join the people about to stop a bank robbery. A small band of people was grouping up and he decided to pry them for answers, "So... Uh, do any of you know what this place is?" He asked, looking quickly at each of the members before he replied in a hurried voice, feeling upset with himself for not introducing himself first, "My name is Drake, by the way."​

Tags: thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore QizPizza QizPizza Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes T The Man With No Name Zerulu Zerulu

[OOC: Hopefully this is good, it's been a while since I've done this style of RP]
 

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  • My attacks were joined by others and… Mista was alive? I could ask him later. Our combined attacks put AO in critical condition with the woman having to use her telekinesis to hold the blood in. She congratulated us on a job well done before dashing through a portal with AO.

    I stood there with my eyes glued to where the portal was as room changed back into the warehouse. Are you shitting me? She was testing us. She was testing us. She can go stick her head into a Pinke’s maw.

    “Wow. You guys look like you’ve seen better days. Especially you. Like… man, you want me to get you a sandwich or something?”

    I turned to see a impish creature floating, finger pointing at All Might. My nose wrinkled up. Traitor. Murderer. Superhero wannabe.

    Or a good man. A superhero. Someone that was caught in a rock and a hard place… like my son.

    I shook my head when the thought crossed my mind. The two could hardly compared. If All Might wanted to trick the woman then he didn’t know. Not someone that thought thinks things through did he? My son knew better.

    The others began talking and the creature began playing around. I rolled my eyes. It was one of those damn people. Playful, sarcastic, mean. I crossed my arms, opting to wait instead. If I interacted with it, it would simply grind on my nerves till I shot it up. Daisy did reappear and I scooped her back into my arms.

    After a while, Rodimus showed up and asked where Leo was. My hands balled up into fists. Leo was yet another person I couldn’t save.

    Rodimus was quiet on the way back to base and he remained that way when we entered. We were given our reward, cash extracted from the two mercs.

    I brought another Power Orb, one to increase my speed. I regained both my former strength and speed…

    I need more weapons. Hmmm.

    The shotgun materialized into my hands. I cracked a grin. Then it dropped when the last two fights came into mind. The first one I was thrashed about and the second I was faced off against a person with telepathic abilities. It needed something so I could move around faster.

    I held a finger up to my chin. Ideas buzzed about, most were squashed, but one landed. A smile stretched across my face.

    It needed a grappling hook.

    The hook materialized onto the shotgun.

    You acquired: Combat Shotgun

    Standard zombie killing weapon repurposed into demon zombie killing weapon.

    Modifications:

    Grappling Hook: Allows the Doom Marine to launch a grappling hook onto most surfaces, allowing him great mobility. Have fun dodging Doomguy now.

    I cradled my shotgun as I cradled Daisy. The shotgun had seen me through so many demons now that I had once thought of naming it Daisy 2.0. But nothing could replace my precious bun.

    But of course there was also a problem with ammo. The memory of the chainsaw that spawned ammo came to mind. It was in my hands not a second later.

    You Acquired: Chainsaw

    AKA, THE GREAT COMMUNICATOR!

    Modifications:

    Ammo Spawn: It can somehow spawn ammo upon killing an enemy in addition to regular melee damage. Chalk it up to demon magic.

    I put away the weapons and walked out in time to see new arrivals. More allies. There was an Italian man in a green plumber uniform whose eyes kept darting about as if everything wanted to hurt him. Another edgy looking dude. A bipedal grey wolf. A skeleton that thankfully didn’t have rockets on his shoulders.

    “HELP!”

    I stared in confused horror as a giant, horned humanoid ran into the base. Orange-grey , worm-like creatures wiggling across his gray skin, one-eyed face, and pants? All were angily cooing. I took one step to help him when my eyes met a peculiar one. Unlike the rest which were biceped size, this one was at least as long as my entire arm. A bright pink bowtie was wrapped around its body, near what I presumed to be its beak. Two of its feelers had formed circles and another two were furrowed like angry eyebrows.

    Was it glaring at me?

    I slowly backed away. These worms seemed to be sentient enough to communicate to others not to interfere. I think it was better not to.

    Instead I made my way to the mission area where Klaus gave us the new missions. I perked my upon hearing that a fire-breathing turtle was robbing a bank. Seemed like the standard punch them till they’re dead or incapacitated mission. I’m going with that one given what happened last time.

    And then SHW said he was going to the bank as well. I glared at him. Better not get in my way or you’re being chucked again.





 
Yu Narukami
Status- Fine Location- HQ

Once everyone was called to the meeting, Yu immediately unlocked his gaze with Adachi and turned to Klaus. He pondered his two choices for a little bit before speaking out saying
"I'd like to do the bank mission."

After he made his choice, he began to glance around the room at everyone else in here. His eyes stopped on a few people out of disbelief thinking that they could be shadows. Specifically an over enthusiastic skeleton, but he wasn't going to act just yet besides the skeleton didn't seem to be causing any trouble.​

 
Tohru Adachi
Status- Fine Location- HQ

Adachi was still confused about what was going on or why he's even here. Nonetheless he was just glad he wasn't rotting in prison. He paused and thought about Klaus' words. "Hm... A slaughterhouse sounds like fun.. but something tells me I won't be doing the fun part.. well I guess I'll go with the bank then."

Adachi began to lean against the wall as he said this with a look of grimace on his face. He looked around the facility at all the people before sighing to himself and chuckling silently.
"Man whatta bunch of freak shows.."

[ thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore​
 
Those of you who decided to head to the bank would be beckoned up to the roof by Klaus, who had prepared another jet for you. However, unlike the Outskirts, this one was self-piloted, most likely to prevent anymore unnecessary losses.

After the jet arrived at its destination, you all would exit through the single door in the back before coming across a… strange sight, to say the least. Instead of your run-of-the mill crew, it appeared that the crew was small, brown mushroom-like creatures with no arms and small anthropomorphic turtles with both green and red shells. All of them stood guard at the bank’s door, until the apparent ringleader of the fiasco kicked open the door and let out a thundering laugh while carrying a sack of what could only be assumed was pure cash over his shoulder.

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“BWAHARHARHARHARHAR!!!!

Millennium City’s finest my tail!! No one can stop me and my awesome power!!! Cower before me, wimps!!!!” The turtle, which Luigi would indeed recognize as Bowser, exclaimed as he used his fire breath to set a nearby police vehicle on fire, said vehicle exploding soon after.

T The Man With No Name Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes Haz. Haz. Critic Ham Critic Ham Sayo-Nara Sayo-Nara PhantomPyro PhantomPyro Zerulu Zerulu QizPizza QizPizza @Bank​
 
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Elise diligently followed up to the roof where she was greeted by a jet that would presumably take them to where the heist was taking place. After an awkwardly silent jet ride they arrived out near the bank, and Elise made sure she was the first to exit the aircraft, instantly unhooking and extending her electrified baton, doing a fancy twist movement with it in her right hand. She also saw that the bank seemed to be under siege by so strange looking creatures.

The outdoor monsters didn't seem to crazily armed but just as she thought it would be easy some dragon type monster burst through the doors and after some bragging about his power shot flames out of his mouth at a police car that blew it up. Being an officer herself this infuriated her, "Any plans, team?" She asked the rest of the group in a hurry.

T The Man With No Name Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes Critic Ham Critic Ham Sayo-Nara Sayo-Nara PhantomPyro PhantomPyro QizPizza QizPizza
 
Dr. Junkenstein
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Location - Libra Base | With - Slaughterhouse Group | Condition - Fine

The next person to exit the printer room was the very picture of a stereotypical mad scientist. A Victorian-era lab coat was his main piece of apparel, it’s thick white fabric covered in electrical burns and stains that one hoped was just machine oil. He hobbled forward on a mechanical peg-leg that looked as though it may have been cobbled together from parts of a discarded tesla coil, his severely hunched posture not doing justice to his surprising height.

Dr. Junkenstein looked around the crowded base, a wide, Joker-like grin plastered across his face. He was already sizing up each member of the group in turn, creating a mental catalogue of anyone that looked like they could contribute to one of his little ‘projects.’ After all, from the whisperings he’s heard of the group’s last mission, they’d already suffered a casualty out on the field. It was just a shame they hadn’t brought the body back. He hated to let good parts like that go to waste.

He couldn’t help but stroke at the gray stubble covering his chin as he stared up at the screen displaying the two missions, an arc of blue electricity sparking between his mechanical hand and the bolt embedded in his temple. He had no interest in the monsters at the bank. Aside from perhaps the big one, those creatures wouldn’t have made for anything interesting. The slaughterhouse, however… Now there was something that piqued his curiosity. Who was he to deny a good mystery, especially at such a spooky locale?

Securing his grenade launcher to the back of his belt and ensuring all of his other gear was in order, the good doctor hobbled his way over to join the scant crew heading out to the slaughterhouse.

( Centurion_ Centurion_ , @Slaughterhouse)​
 
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Elise diligently followed up to the roof where she was greeted by a jet that would presumably take them to where the heist was taking place. After an awkwardly silent jet ride they arrived out near the bank, and Elise made sure she was the first to exit the aircraft, instantly unhooking and extending her electrified baton, doing a fancy twist movement with it in her right hand. She also saw that the bank seemed to be under siege by so strange looking creatures.

The outdoor monsters didn't seem to crazily armed but just as she thought it would be easy some dragon type monster burst through the doors and after some bragging about his power shot flames out of his mouth at a police car that blew it up. Being an officer herself this infuriated her, "Any plans, team?" She asked the rest of the group in a hurry.

T The Man With No Name Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes Critic Ham Critic Ham Sayo-Nara Sayo-Nara PhantomPyro PhantomPyro QizPizza QizPizza
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Yu glances at her after her statement and proceeded to get his katana out. He then looked at the strange monster and stated.
"The best thing we can do now is find its weakness."
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    Jerome punched in a few digits into the machine, printing another set of MJOLNIR armor.
    However, This one was more akin to his initial Mark IV armor, though it seemed to have more armor and a sort of radio pack on it's back. The armor seemed to function a little better than the Mark VI he was using then, too. He stored the armor in a nook that had been carved in the fight with Felix and Locus along with his initial set just in case something happened to his armor, so he'd have several backups.

    Then, he printed a weapon. It felt good to hold a gun of sorts, even if it was more a rocket launcher than anything.
    The Hydra MLRS beeped as he primed the weapon's guidance and weapons ordinance systems, and the screen on the side glowed as it showed a full compliment of mini-rockets in its six chambers.

    He turned towards the Slaughterhouse group, and shrugged as he made a mental note of his purchases. He only had about 300$ left, having to spend most of his money on armor upgrades and weapons. But now, he was most definately a force to be reckoned with.

    "Jerome-092, reporting for duty."
 
Marie - healthy

Ben was obtuse and egotistical, but not so much so to be particularly offputting. She could work with this, easily. Agent 4 was a tougher case to crack. If she could work with her, she could work with Kid-Ink. Marie gestured for the new inkling to follow her, back to the central room of Libra HQ, where two new missions were ready to go. After a few moments of thought, Marie decided to follow the bank crew. She didn't want to get tangled up in another game of Clue. And so she ventured off, with or without Kid-Ink, to the bank.

At the scene of the crime, a large, anthropomorphic, fire-breathing lizard cackled at his successful heist. Marie responded to the lizard's boasts, jumping from the automated jet, with the Splatterscope in hand. She remembered that she had three Inkstrikes at the ready, if she ever needed them. All it took was five seconds and the entire area would be covered in ink. But they cost $500 a pop, so she'd still have to ration their use carefully. Instead, she pressed on the trigger of the Splatterscope, until it made a beeping noise, signifying it was fully charged.

Next to Marie, and the first to verbally retaliate, was a fish-looking person. Not like a Salmonid, though about as tall as a Steelhead, she was clad in a reflective metal armor, and was wielding a peculiar glowing spear. Whatever her game, Marie would complement it with Charger shots. Speaking of complementing, she chimed in after the fish person had finished taunting the lizard, peering down the Splatterscope's, well, scope, "Return the stolen money quickly, and nobody gets hurt."

( thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore , plus Sleek Sleek and others at the bank)

Holly - full

The trip back was solemn but forgettable. Holly worried how well the rest of the crew handled the Hydra, but she knew that there was nothing she could do against it. No point in crying over a nest of stinkworms. Back at the base, each member was awarded another $1000 from two mercenaries' reserves, Felix and Locus they were called. Holly waited patiently, thinking over what she'd print next. When she approached the printer, she decided to print her LEPrecon suit, including all the little amenities. Perhaps the in-built radio would be able to get her in contact with Foaly, so she can get out of here and back to the Lower Elements.

However, a quick glance towards the armor-clad soldiers have her a better idea. After negotiating with the printer's controls, she finally got it to print an elf-sized suit not unlike the armor of said soldiers, including a helmet. Holly fit the armor over her current attire, slotted the laser gun into a holster on her waist, and carried the helmet with her under her arm. She then travelled back to the room above the basement the printer was located in, and looked over the two options. A bank situation sounds like familiar territory, but she wasn't feeling particularly noble, especially towards mud men, who were busy trashing the planet they lived on. Instead, she decided she was going to go investigate the slaughterhouse. She was up for something new.

( Centurion_ Centurion_ for the slaughterhouse)
 
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Castle's conversation didn't get far before a woman wearing just enough to be considered decent walked up and shoved her finger between All Might's pecs and then got in his face. Most would likely lean back at the putrid stench of alcohol and cigarettes suddenly bombarding his nose, but he didn't flinch aside from an even deeper scowl forming across his face for a few seconds. This woman was clearly a bit less well-adjusted than either of the people he was talking to, but it was hard to tell just how unhinged she was. At the very least, keeping her nearby in case he needed to put a bullet in the back of her skull sounded like a good idea. Leaning forward himself so that his face would be mere inches from hers, Castle's expression remained hard. "Alright, partner, but keep it in your fuckin' pants out there. Name's Frank." He spat off to the side before turning his head to respond to All Might and Papyrus. "Yeah, I've spent my fair share of time around people like you." Admittedly, his tone didn't convey the most warm sentiments for such individuals. "It's why I know you'll be useful out there." Frank was, at best, being half-way pragmatic here. Yes, someone like All Might would bring some useful abilities to the table, but how long would it be until Castle was having to defend himself against the man for something he did?

As for Papyrus, Castle's expression did genuinely soften for the briefest moment when the skeleton spoke up once more. He was just a kid, it seemed like. It was hard to tell without skin, or anything else to show true signs of aging. "Alright. Well, that's nice, kid. Stay safe out there, alright?" Even his tone of voice let up just a little, though one would hardly call it friendly, nevertheless. It looked like both members of his unofficial clique were heading to the bank heist. That suited Frank just fine; that would be in his element. "Alright, looks like it's the bank heist after all." ( thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore ) When Emile approached them, his expression turned to one of distrust. It was pretty plain to see the guy was military, but if he was even from earth was much harder to figure out. For now, Castle was content to just size the man up for several seconds before turning around to continue on their merry way.

His scowl only deepened when they arrived on the scene to find the robbery nearing its completion, it seemed. Almost immediately, he got behind cover and beckoned for others to follow him when the dragon turtle blew up a police vehicle. Elise spoke up, and that was the first time Castle even noticed her, looking up at police officer and immediately sizing her up. She didn't seem to have a firearm, but she definitely carried herself like someone who was used to wearing a uniform. He wasn't sure what kind, though. It was a reasonable question, though, and one he answered while he was checking his M16A3's mag and doing a brief equipment test on the War Machine gauntlet, still on his hand. "It's fair to say they might have hostages, so we need to be careful. Check weapons fire. Big guy is heavily armored, so small arms might not cut it. With fire breath like that, I definitely don't recommend closing into melee with him. Stay well back and try to outrange him, if you can. As for dealing with his goons, well... We'll see how that goes. They're not conventional enemies, and they might be tougher than they appear." Castle turned his gaze to All Might, who, while smaller now, was pretty huge while in his powered form. "If you think you can do some damage to the big guy, we could use your particular set of skills."

His equipment check finished and everything in working order, Castle pointed straight at Revy. "You're with me. We're going left. The rest of you should come from either the front, or the right; it'll be a lot harder for even several of them to defend themselves when attacked from all sides. I'll stress again: We don't see any right now, but they could have hostages in there, so check your goddamn fire. On top of that, we could be firing from opposite sides, or against targets presently engaged with an ally. I'm going to open up as soon as I'm in position. Be sure to call your targets." Frank had stepped back into the role of USMC Captain Castle pretty effortlessly, despite the several year gap. Now, of course, whether anyone actually listened to his plan was entirely up to them. Without waiting for so much as a snarky reply, Frank started his flank left, rolling his M16 off of his back. The repulsor on his hand was obviously a bit stronger, but there was one thing it didn't have: The 40MM grenade launcher on his underbarrel. When he was in position, he waited about thirty seconds for everyone else to do what they were going to do before raising his rifle and yelling the simple phrase, "Grenade out!" As the thwunk of the grenade being launched rang clear in the air. He was aiming for about dead center in the middle of the goombas, where all the meat (mushroom) would absorb the shrapnel and prevent potential casualties. Releasing his rifle with his other hand, he pointed the repulsor straight at Bowser's face and the beam whined before a blue blast of light shot out at him. Afterwards, he quickly ducked behind the nearest cover he could find.



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T The Man With No Name Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes Critic Ham Critic Ham Sayo-Nara Sayo-Nara PhantomPyro PhantomPyro QizPizza QizPizza​
 
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Alive and Tired

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Walking Cane- A fancy cane that makes the user 25% faster

Thulecite Club- A spiked club made of thulecite that cab summon shadowy tentacles

Blowdart Gun- A blowdart gun that can shoot an assortment of darts, including fiery molten ones

Balloonomancy- Can make infinite balloons... No one knows where they come from

Mime Magic- Making Invisible stuff with hand motions

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$900

Wes was fairly tired from the last mission. The others seemed to not be phased in the slightest though. The mime stretched and let out a silent yawn as he thought about getting something else while he was here. A power-up would do just fine for him, spending his newly gained cash on a power orb was a good choice in his mind. Being able to use the power of being a mime to the fullest now.
Afterwards, approaching Klaus to see the next option in missions. The mime weighed his options and didn't think he'd be much use in the bank. But surely even if it was a bit eerie he could help out in the slaughterhouse. Now all the mime had to worry about was getting there.

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Yuuki Yoshida
Libra Base
- Full Power -

The ride back home was quiet and uneventful, although he figured it had to do with Leo's disappearance from earlier. Like everyone else, Yuuki was concerned about Leo, albeit for a different reason. If Leo hadn't been killed when he got sucked into that void, then it was quite likely that he was in Mabel and Roman's clutches. Yuuki didn't know anything about Leo, he had no idea if he was someone who would easily crack when tortured. He just hoped that if Leo was alive, that he was safe and as far from the enemy as possible. It wouldn't help to have the Libra Bases secrets fall into Toffee's hands.

When they got back, everyone received another Rodimus Coin which Yuuki took straight to Blackjack's store. He still had plenty saved from the last time he visited the shop, and luckily for Yuuki, the rest of Deep Purple's abilities were well within his price range. On top of that, Yuuki purchased Enhanced Lung Capacity, so if Yuuki ever somehow fell victim to his own air pressure ability, he'd have more time before his eyeballs popped out of his skull.

When Yuuki took the elevator back up from Blackjack's he noticed that there were a few new faces waiting in the lobby. If they hadn't driven back with the Industrial group, he wouldn't have been able to tell the two groups apart.

While Yuuki wanted to go to the slaughterhouse mission, preferring it much more to stopping a bank robbery, it seemed like there would be a delay before they could leave. So, Yuuki sighed and plopped himself down on a nearby couch in the lobby, tossing his baseball bat onto a cushion beside him, and then started scanning the crowd for that Italian Stand user, Mista. He could've actually gotten up to seek him out, but Yuuki was tired from the last mission and couldn't be asked to walk around right now. He had a break, if only for a little while and he was going to take advantage of it.

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  • Jak/Mar
    The Eco Warrior


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    As the Hydra lay defeated, Jak took a breath of relief having Rodimus come in and save everyone in the arena. Jak didn’t say anything to the talking giant robot and followed everyone out back with Rodimus. The scene was awkwardly quiet on the way back but the greek who attacked the group and then helped later in the arena joined them.


    As everyone left the trailer, Jak walked back to Libra HQ, looking over at Zapp and the others who were silently morning over Leo’s death. He was silent for a second and walked over to the man, clapping a hand on his shoulder whispering silently to Zapp “I’m sorry you lost your best friend. That’s hard on anybody.”


    He turned and silently continued “Your friend’s loss won’t be in vain.”



    The eco warrior’s frown may of shown a bit of anger, but he hid it inside like he didn’t give a shit.


    He was silent as he followed the group to Blackjack’s weapon area and proceeded to print his

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    Mass Inverter

    Jet-board


    As soon as he got his new weapons, he turned and moved to the side, seeing some new faces appear: Another serious man who seemed more Like the other military man, Frank, A walking skeleton man named Papyrus, two other humans named Yu and Tohru and a green hatted man named Luigi.


    But then Klaus pointed out a mission was available and Jak followed suite toward the map where Klaus pointed to. Some weird creatures were robbing a bank.


    Jak muttered “Not strange at all.”


    And so the eco warrior followed the group toward the bank robbery noticing the other faces in the crowd. Of course he had to show up late after the jet had already landed.


    The weird laughing guy with the shell, Bowser was laughing. Probably something that had to do with Toffee again. Hard to tell anyway. But yeah, looked like the ringleader.


    Jak eyed Frank and the others as he slipped behind the cover that Frank Castle was behind and he grabbed his Morph gun and loaded the blaster “What did I miss?”


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Mood: Pumped Location: Bank Heist

When Drake and the others arrived at the bank, he saw their target and smirked, he had seen many mutated people who looked much tougher but he knew that he had to be careful all the same. He heard a man who had come with him talk about being careful of checking everyone's aim, Drake looked at his hands and sighed. He knew that the others would be armed and recalled that he hadn't purchased anything with the credits he'd been given. He simply shrugged and put his hands together, closing his eyes tightly as he rubbed them creating friction. All at once he pulled his hands apart in an instant, revealing that his fingernails had now been grown out int long talon-like claws. He took a deep breath, the action hadn't taken much energy out of him but it still took some as he shook his head. "I guess I'll take right flank, I need someone to cover my backside." He said, after Castle shot out his grenade, Drake waited for the explosion to hit before he tried to sneak in and pick off the confused troops amongst the chaos.

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Name: Cyrus Smith.
Inventory: Nitro-glycerine satchels and a shotgun.
Power: Selective phasing
Interacting: Centurion_ Centurion_ @Slaughter group.
Mentioning: marc122 marc122 Centurion_ Centurion_ darkred darkred
Status: Young and spry
Currency: 0$

Cyrus spent quite a bit of time within the premises of the library, doing his best to take in as much of the information provided by Kobayashi but he was having some difficulty comprehending it. Completely opposite to his youth back in the military academy and he couldn't help but be somewhat disappointed and irritated. I mean how could you blame him? He spent his entire life learning and experimenting until he became an engineer in the army, I guess constant war doesn't keep the mind sharp... He let out a sigh, maybe he was just being paranoid probably was just age finally catching up to him.

As they walked back to the HQ he heard a street performer performing Vivaldi's - Spring sonnet, without realizing as they went past him Cyrus began whistling the verses to himself beginning to frown until he got to the chorus where his completely reversed, erupting in a smile as if in a moment of Eureka. He didn't say anything else to his companions until he got back but due to his perpetual grin on his face, you could assume that his previous bad mood was cleared after that moment of inspiration.

As they went back and were met by the returning people from the missions he simply nodded cordially before making his way first to the magical printer where he bought and printed what looked like a potion. As he took it he lifted the cap off and then chugged it down greedily, immediately the drink took effect. His greying hairs immediately were once again filled with life, his bald spots were buried under new patches of hair. His fickle bones bolstered as his muscles tensed, what the potion seemed to have done was bring the aging Captain back to his youth.

But what Cyrus himself was most happy was with the fact that his mind was once again spry, but now it all had all the information he had accumulated over his previous decades of life. As he steps out of the room he says to himself with a smile; "Truly, youth is wasted on the young.".

He rejoins his companions before addressing Klaus; "I think I spent too much time on the sidelines, I need to move around. Afterall I am just a young man. I will join the others to the abandoned slaughterhouse."
 
All Might
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Location - Bank | With - Bank Robbery Response Team | Condition - Great!

All Might had to admit he was impressed by Frank Castle’s initiative. They certainly needed someone to take charge of the situation and keep it all from devolving into chaos, and the former hero had a lot of trust to earn back before he could do that competently himself. He was more than happy to follow the man’s command for now, especially since he had the forethought to think of possible civilian casualties. He gave the ex-Marine a thumbs-up along with his usual shining grin when he was addressed directly in the plan.

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll take point up front, then.”

Having already resumed his muscle form once they arrived at the scene of the robbery, All Might made his way over to where Undyne was already threatening the giant turtle monster that seemed to be in charge of the robbery. The armor-clad fish monster appeared to wield a spear of glowing blue energy, which suggested that she’d be another close-range fighter like himself. Best to group up with her for now, then.

“Well said, my young fishy friend! Though how about we up the ante and make that two warriors?!” The hero announced, his fists set on his hips in his usual triumphant pose, his cape fluttering behind him in the breeze. Soon enough, he heard Castle’s call of “Grenade out!” and he followed the path of the projectile out of the corner of his eye, all the while keeping his attention on Bowser.

This is it, Toshinori. Time to see if you’ve still got what it takes to wield One For All!

The instant the grenade detonated, All Might sprinted forward on powerful legs right towards Bowser himself. His speed was not quite up to what he was once able to do, but even so it would prove impressive enough to earn him a few surprised double-takes from those who’d seen his woeful lack of power before. He pulled back a powerful fist, letting his muscle memory take control as he drove a crushing straight punch forward, aiming square for the reptile’s gut as he called out one of his old super moves.

“Texas Smash!!”

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A quiet grunt of annoyance sounded behind All Might as a hand moved him aside, a young man dressed in a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a hoodie giving him a slight glance for a moment as heads to the printer. In that brief moment, he saw eyes he'd no doubt seen before, the deadened eyes of the disenfranchised. Like young Todoroki and his father, the eyes of someone on a path that cannot end well. To Papyrus, the young man didn't even shoot a glance. "Tch. Heroes really are everywhere huh?" he mutters to himself as he inputs a series of simple requests into the machine, heavy steel-plated boots and gloves, a handgun and an ability orb. Oh, and an MP3 player and headphones.

Crushing the orb in his palm, the man sighs in relief as he feels his power to release the energy he stores returning. "Finally...I missed being able to use this stuff to actually fight" he murmurs to himself, slipping the pistol into the previously empty holster under his jacket as he moves over to one of the walls, slipping out of his casual trainers and putting on the thick, steel plated boots and putting on the cumbersome gloves. Flexing his fingers he chuckles quietly "We'll see who's laughing next time I see those punks" he quips, smirking to himself as his eyes finally rest on the skeleton, the hero and the man who he almost swore he recognised. "Nah...Can't be" he mutters as he scans the rest of the crowd. Hopefully, there weren't too many heroes here, they'd get on his nerves with all their preaching.

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He rolls his eyes slightly and pushes off the wall to join the others at the bank. Maybe he'd be able to find somewhere to get a credit card and to store his cash safely around here. Then he saw that the person robbing it was Bowser.
Picking up a loose piece of trash from the ground, the projectile flying straight for Bowser's head "Hey fuckface, get you and your minions out of here before I kick your ass-" he stops as he hears a grenade being launched into the crowd, sighing as he balls up his fists. To top it off, All Might launched himself headfirst into the fight, just as he'd expected him to

"Fucking heroes" he growls as he casually walks forwards "Make sure the bystanders get out of here, I don't need a lawsuit on my hands"

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Yu Narukami
Location- Bank Status- Fine

Yu watched as people started to attack the fire breathing turtle. There didn't seem to much of a plan other than attacking head on. One thing for certain is that he didn't want any casualties. He then began to think to himself. "Is it possible for me to use my Persona here despite my being in the TV world?" He then remembered that not to long ago he was able to use his Persona in the real world during an event known as the P-1 Climax. He decided it was worth a shot and raised his arm into the air. A shining blue card slowly floated down as a grin spread across his face. As soon as the card hit his hand he crushed it and yelled.
"Come! Izanagi!"
He was suddenly surrounded in a blue light as a figure slowly emerged behind him.
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He then thrusted his hand forward as Izanagi darted forward towards Bowser.

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Elise was happily surprised that an ex-marine took charge and did it well, and than she heard the superhero esq man speak and to Her he sounded pretentious, striking a pose and all, but she shot a friendly grin before ducking behind cover on the front flank, "We could as send out an extraction team round the back to extract any hostages and deal with internal threats!" The officer called out to the rest of the team, before she poked her head up from cover and looked for a side alley that would lead to the back.

Elise didn't want to enter the battle since she knew her and her baton wouldn't be the greatest allies against that massive beast and those weird creatures. So she continued to scout out where an entrance to the back would be, hopefully have some people agree with her so she wouldn't go alone.

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