Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

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Yu Narukami
Status- Fine Location- Bank

Yu quickly raised his arm to protect his eyes from any dust or debris that flew into the air as the giant robot dragon showed up. He looked as the giant rock Bowser three was heading straight towards Luigi. He wanted to help him but he couldn't just leave the giant robot alone. That's when he heard Adachi chime in. "Heh you're such a goody two shoes... Go save the green guy I know you want to. I'll handle the robot for now." Yu smiled and nodded as Izanagi quickly flew towards the rock cutting it to pieces.

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Tohru Adachi
Location- Bank Status- Fine

Adachi started to look annoyed as the giant dragon lookin robot suddenly came out of no where. He notices as Yu was a little conflicted on what to do so he decided to let him know that he'd go after the robot. Adachi smiled a bit as he watched Yu in action and looked back at the dragon robot. He began to refelct on some disecions he made in the past.
"This world is filled with shit and I can't stand it... but I made a promise and I'm not a guy to break promises..."
He closed his eyes and smiled before shouting.
"Magatsu-Izanagi!"
Magatsu-Izanagi quickly flew towards the Egg Dragoon slashing at the little window that held Eggman.

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All Might
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Location - Bank | With - Bank Robbery Response Team | Condition - Just a scratch

All Might couldn't help but let out a proud chuckle as his teammates managed to bring the turtle beast down after his successful uppercut.

"Excelent work! Now that's the kind of teamwork I like to see!" he commended the others with an encouraging thumbs up. Unfortunately, their victory seemed short-lived, as the ground beneath their feet began to rumble ominously. Moments later, Dr. Eggman's giant robot emerged from the earth below, the villain's mad cackling ringing in his ears.

All Might cursed under his breath. Of course... He thought this was a little too easy. And Bowser was getting up to his feet again as well. And, thanks to that obnoxious woman from before, he didn't have the luxury of coming up with a modified plan while the mad doctor monologued. He hardly had time to think at all before a missile was launched his way.

The retired hero grit his teeth. Dodging was out of the question with so many other people around. His only option was to tank the hit himself. Of course, even if he simply blocked as best he could, the blast would have seriously injured some of the others. He had to think fast... And pray that 20% of his old durability would be enough.

He sidestepped the missile just enough so that it passed between his right arm and torso, his right hand grasping hold of the edge of his cape. He then yanked his arm forward, pulling his cape with it and catching the missile within. He then pulled it towards himself as it detonated.

All Might let out a haggard cough after the dust cleared, a few specks of blood on his lip. His cape was in tatters, the right side of his suit torn open to expose his pale torso beneath. He let out a sigh of relief. The blast had rattled him, and his side was a bit scratched up, but he'd survived it like a champ. Thank goodness for Dave Shields' suit design. If he hadn't been wearing his old friend's specially designed reinforced fabrics, that could have gotten a lot messier.​
 
Elise eagerly listened to Castle formulate the team with breach rolls, she didn't have any grenades but she was sure someone would lend her one, but before she could ask, a massive robot cut through the group near, he called himself mr eggman or some shit. She also heard a wizz come from the direction of the new foe but was pushed away along with Shilo and Woods, she wasn't ready for the sudden push and looked up what to see happen, it kinda seemed like Castle was trying to protect us from a missile that never came and put his body on the line.

She quickly scrambled to her feet, dusting herself off as she picked up her baton which she dropped, she gave a quick sigh of relief as she noticed it wasn't broken, but she had to turn her attention back to te fight, "Shit man, this fight is getting loud, we need to find out if there are any hostages in there still." She called out to Shilo, requesting she go in and scout out the bank. "Oh and, I appreciate the thought." She shot a smile at Castle before quickly looking back at the robot for anymore attacks.


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Doomguy’s shots towards Bowser were somewhat effective, one striking him in the jaw, causing him to stop mid-punch and stumble back two steps, inadvertently avoiding Undyne’s spear before he reeled back and swiped at Doomguy’s left shoulder with his claws.

Meanwhile, Ambra’s concussive blast successfully redirected the missile upwards, causing it to fly high up in the air before exploding in the sky above the team. Then, as the beam was fired toward the origin of the missile, it seemed to be deflected right of the machine’s armor.

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“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Your primitive technology is nowhere near advanced enough to penetrate my vastly superior armor, you insignificant little pincushion!!!” Eggman exclaimed before raising his other arm and firing what could only be discerned as an attachable minigun in the vigilante’s direction!

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“Tch… this fucker talks too damn much…” Revy said as she clenched her fists around her pistols and stared up at the mechanical beast. Just as she said this, however, Magastsu flew up and attempted to strike Eggman while in the cockpit of his machine. Though, instead of the persona striking as Adachi expected, it was countered by a quick swat from the Dragoon’s metal arm.

“Awww… did I hit your friend? Good!” Eggman exclaimed before laughing maniacally once more. “You see… my Egg Dragoon is equipped with a device that allows me to pick up wind resistance and air movements! So your stands are ultimately useless against me! OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!”

Once All Might had successfully dodged the missile, he’d find the same obnoxious woman from earlier sprint to his side, avoiding Eggman’s gunfire all the while.

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“Hey! Pretty boy!” Revy shouted to get his attention. “I need you to throw me at that jackass’ cockpit! You think you can handle that?!” She shouted over in the hero’s direction as she thumbed towards Eggman.

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    Drake's eyes widened as Eggman's behemoth robot destroyed the back entrance of the bank, he knew he couldn't possibly be able to excavate the rubble, especially when the robot could simply create more. Instead, he decided to put his focus towards Eggman as he looked at the robot, he knew that such a large thing could easily fall over if thrown off balance if he could cause enough force to it. He cracked his knuckles and grit his teeth as he looked for a possible weak spot before turning to his allies and saying "I'm going to try to scale the thing, I might find a weak point if I get a closer look. So I'm going to need to make sure he doesn't realize where I am." Drake hoped that the robot's pilot had left Drake unnoticed so that he could get the drop on him.


 
If Castle hadn’t gotten those powers, he’d have surely died and never been able to ignore Elise’s thanks. Instead, he managed to largely avoid Eggman’s aim enough to get ripped to pieces. Knowing staying where he was meant his allies would be in the line of fire, Frank actively moved away from the group to draw Eggman’s fire away from them. As he did, Castle called out over his shoulder to Elise and the others, “You still need to get inside! Clear threats and retrieve hostages, but don’t take too many risks! If it gets too hot, get the fuck out of there!“ With that, he pressed on. Unfortunately, with no solid cover nearby, the fact that he’d gotten his reflexes, not his speed, made superhuman became increasingly apparent. Every bullet he dodged or blocked, the move was made before the projectile actually reached him. By the time he was nearing safety, several spots of red mist puffed out of his unarmored left arm, and he felt his ribs under his Kevlar crack. Ducking behind the wall, Castle took several deep breaths before assessing his wounds.

He’d more or less been shot by a mounted minigun, so they obviously weren’t good. Frank had fought through worse, like the time Daken quite literally killed him, but his left arm would be all but useless for the moment and needed serious medical attention. It hurt to breathe, and looking under his Kevlar, several huge, black and blue bruises were forming. Castle was heavily outgunned, wounded, and, for the moment, pinned down. Even so, his stoic scowl only broke for an instant, giving way to a pained grimace laced with rage. When his voice cut through the noise, it still was still coool. Collected, even, despite his obviously grievous wounds. “Get her up there, All Might! The rest of you need to kill that fucking turtle!“ Leaning just out of cover if the fire let up, Castle fired several repulsor beams at Eggman’s face. He knew the beams wouldn’t do any damage, but hoped the refraction of their light through the glass may blind the scientist long enough to give Revy the opening she needed, and just altogether distract the lunatic.​

“You know, I’ve killed a lot of dumb fucking evil freaks in my time, but you’ve gotta be up there with fucking Stilt Man in how stupid your gimmick is!“ This time, Frank closed his palm and fired a laser at the connective joint the minigun was attached to, hoping to melt it, before firing another repulsor beam at the glass. “You know what? End of all this, I’m gonna put one in your head, same spot I did him!“ Frank ordinarily wouldn’t talk nearly this much in a fight, but he was trying to goad the egotistical doctor into continuing to focus on him so the others could do real work. After all, his weapons had been shown to be all but useless against the towering robot.

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Tohru Adachi
Location- Bank Status- Fine

Adachi felt a sharp pain as his Persona was swatted away like a mere fly. "Tch... Cocky bastard..." He called his Persona back and looked at the robot. He chuckled a bit and leaned back against a nearby wall. "Heh well I did all I can do..." The truth was that Adachi had just gotten bored of this "game" and watched as everyone else attacked.

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Dr. Junkenstein
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Location - Gideon Meatpacking Plant | With - Slaughterhouse Team | Condition - Creepy, but fine

Ah, working with law enforcement… Not exactly Dr. Junkenstein’s preference, if he had a choice. Then again, the only sort of ‘law enforcement’ he’d ever dealt with before had been the personal guard of the Lord of Adlersbrunn, who had a nasty habit of treating him extra roughly whenever they’d been ordered to kick him out of the castle or confiscate his inventions. It all amounted to an immediate air of suspicion towards the detective from the already twitchy scientist.

Once out of the van, the good doctor took quick note of his surroundings and found them to be quite bland indeed. Goodness, did no one have a sense of grandeur or style anymore? Even the meager slaughterhouses of Adlersbrunn managed to have some personality to them, not all this corrugated metal that looked like it could collapse any minute! Oh well, he thought, perhaps there would be a chance that the inside would prove more interesting.

“A single question, you say…” he mused aloud in a thick German accent, a single metallic finger tapping against his chin. What one question would prove the most useful to him? Someone had already asked about the electricity, which would be one answer he’d be interested in hearing. Another asked about what they might find inside. Another still inquired about the connections between the kidnappings. All perfectly reasonable, logical questions. All very boring. As Dr. Junkenstein’s mind shifted from what would be useful to what would amuse him, a mischievous grin spread across his pale face.

“And what is it that Herr Klaus could be hiding?” he asked finally, a rather unsettling little giggle bubbling up in his throat. He doubted he’d get a straight answer, of course. He was far more interested in watching how the detective responded than what he responded with.

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  • The SLAUGHTERHOUSE Series:

    - Part I: The Puppeteer's Game

    - Part II: ███ ████

    - Part III: █████ ██████


    Quest Premise: Klaus has picked up several strange disturbances at a meatpacking factory in the Industrial District, he has asked for a group to head down there and check what's happening. What is causing the disturbance and why it is happening is unknown.

    Quest Participants:
    - Delsin Rowe ( QizPizza QizPizza )
    - Vonyish ( Zerulu Zerulu )
    - Dr Junkenstein ( Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes )
    - Jerome ( Sleek Sleek )
    - Holly ( Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind )
    - Wes ( ManyFaces ManyFaces )
    - Cyrus ( June Verles June Verles )
    - Kobayashi ( marc122 marc122 )
    - Vhyjho ( domisunique domisunique )
    - Marcus ( FactionGuerrilla FactionGuerrilla )
    - Mista ( Haz. Haz. )
    - Yuuki ( GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack )
 
Vhyjho's smile softens in a delighted way, the emotion falling into expectation with a possible norm even though it was delight of her plan working. Even so while she wasn't the sweetest the most harm was her just playing around... at least for now. The reason why was probably why more slutty woman date without commitment, but on a much more drastic level. Vhyjho had experienced decades upon decades of existence and she grew bored of it sometimes so she liked to mess around and have fun, seek amusement... even at other's expense.

Anyways she waved the man off with the same delighted smile and plenty of enthusiasm before punctually turning on her heel and gazing on at the warehouse with a curious tilt of her head and a bold gesture of her hands on her hips. She got walked forward with a self-assured attitude. She stepped up the door and wormed her way to the front, gazing down the pens with curiosity and a bemused smile. She then laughs lightly before striding forward without fear as she looked around the hall, and into the pens, with a slight interest and as she searched out for other minds, her mind stretching across the warehouse, looking for any sentient life. As well, she had an uncanny sense that this wasn't going to be easy and you could see, as hard as it was to see her as her red coloration blended in with the lighting, that she was grew some long spiked tendrils, actually... those spikes looked more like thorns, and they were ready to whip out and deal damage. As well now in the dark it was possible to see an eerie yellow that seemed to hung off the thorns that cropped up across her body.

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Marie - healthy

Marie held her fire, waiting for an opening. Perhaps the eyes, maybe the mouth, but the reptilian king never provided such opening. One thing she did note, however, was how she had been ignored, for the most part. Perhaps she could use this quality to her advantage. For the time being, she watched, gathering intel on the enemy. The green-capped new arrival seemed to know the big boss, which meant he was probably more than equipped to deal with him.

However, before Marie could act on the information she gathered, a gigantic robot emerged from the ground! If she didn't know better, she'd curse Octavio's name loudly. That thing must be powered by no less than The Great Zapfish, or perhaps some other power source. Marie didn't want to get tied up in the specifics, but it seemed this fight just got a lot less easy. No more than a second after the metal behemoth appeared did the pilot begin gloating about his sudden appearance. Dr. Eggman, he called himself, and one of the allied guys cut him off and told him to shut up. Good on them.

Now all Marie needed was a clear shot. Evidently, the giant robot was a more pressing concern than Bowser, and more susceptible to viscous ink mucking up the electronics. However, again, before she could act on her decision, the giant metal monster revealed and subsequently powered up an equally giant, equally metal, and equally monstrous machine gun. She feared it'd be as powerful as a Hydra Splatling, plus lethal metal bullets. This wasn't looking particularly good.

By the looks of things, a bullet had struck the green-capped new arrival, and he seemed to undergo a transformation. No longer was he Luigi, he was now Mr. L, Green Thunder! How terrifying... No, really! If she didn't investigate this alter-ego, Luigi could become a seriously hazardous loose cannon.

Deciding that now was a good time to actually act on her info, she turned the Splatterscope to aim towards Eggman's robot, and fired the charged shot. She was sure it would do hardly anything other than grab his attention, but unleashing an Inkstrike after establishing how harmless the ink was could be devastating to the robot. The real question was, was she willing to expend $500 just to take down the robot? It would certainly make their job easier, but she only had so many of these Deus Ex Machinas, $500 doesn't come easy.

To hell with it, she thought. The group didn't seem equipped to face multiple enemies at once. Their best bet was what that one guy said a minute ago. Surround the enemy, and overwhelm them in a coordinated strike. If perhaps the team figured out how to be coordinated, they may be able to take down Bowser and Eggman before they make some sort of escape.

( thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore @bank mission folk)

Holly - full

The elf listened silently as Steve explained the situation and asked for questions. Did Holly need anything cleared up? No, it seemed simple. Walk in, figure out what those disturbances and kidnappings were, stay together and don't get killed, and get the hell out of there. However, as Steve acknowledged the lack of questions, she realized she was missing one crucial thing. Before she screwed herself over, she stopped before the entrance, turned around, and asked, "Hold on, Steve. Does anyone in particular own the building? Do I have permission to come in?"

( Centurion_ Centurion_ @slaughterhouse mission folk)
 
! All Might will definitely remember that!
All Might
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Location - Bank | With - Bank Robbery Response Team | Condition - Just a scratch

As soon as All Might managed to shake himself of the dull numbness the missile had left in his side, he noticed that woman from before – Revy, he thinks is her name – sprinting towards him across the ruined street. At first he couldn’t help but flinch internally upon seeing her approach, and he prayed to whatever deity would listen that the action on the battlefield somehow dissipated the stench of cigarettes she exuded earlier. He really didn’t need that right now.

Hey! Pretty boy!

All Might flinched externally at that one, a slight rosy hue appearing across his cheeks. He took a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure she wasn’t talking to someone standing just behind him, but he found no one. When he turned back, he pointed to himself in an almost unbelieving manner, as if to ask “who, me?!” If so, that’d be the second time today that he got called a pretty boy. That hadn’t happened since he was in his twenties!

Of course, there was no time to sit there and reminisce. On Castle’s order, the hero dropped to one knee, bringing his hands together just above the ground. As soon as Revy planted her heel in his palms, he would focus all of his power into his arms, using every ounce of strength he could muster to launch the woman like a rocket towards Eggman’s cockpit.

As soon as she was on her way through the air, All Might would then take the opportunity to sprint forward while the villain was likely distracted. He would dodge incoming gunfire as best he could as he drew back a fist once more, aiming to drive it into one of the spherical portions hanging beneath the bulk of the mech. He wasn’t sure what they might be, but they sure looked like something Eggman probably wouldn’t have liked to be punched.

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Name: Cyrus Smith.
Inventory: Nitro-glycerine satchels and a double barrel coach gun.
Power: Selective phasing
Interacting: QizPizza QizPizza
Mentioning: Centurion_ Centurion_ , Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes , Zerulu Zerulu , domisunique domisunique
Status: Revolted
Currency: 1000$

Cyrus sighed as he received the answer he was expecting. If the kidnappers went as far as to leave a phone number behind they most definitely prepared for someone's arrival, meaning a trap. He stares over to Dr. Junkenstein at first taking him only as a madman but as he took a better look he raised an eyebrow intrigued. The man was still relatively young yet he was already greying, however, he seemed so much sprier than Cyrus was at his age, how? As he doted over the man Cyrus couldn't help but compare himself to him, they were both scientists yet how was this... madman was so much... happier? He had spent his entire life following rules and maximizing productivity yet this man in front of him who lost both his arm and a leg to his experiments most likely seemed more happy with himself than Cyrus ever felt.

Maybe it was because he let himself go? As Cyrus lost his train of thought he entertained letting himself go, he thought about performing every single experiment that he deemed too dangerous or acting on every, single, horrid, mad impulse he's ever had. The stimulation was so strong that he couldn't help but have a huge joker like smile slowly creep up his face, covering it from ear to ear. As soon as he realized, however, he immediately covered his mouth with his palm, now his expression being now somewhat repulsed with his previous show of emotion, letting himself go would only be detrimental to him, he needed to be calm and analytical.

As he lets out a deep breath finally going back into his normal headspace he made his way to a position a foot behind Vonyish, near the door. He peeks in as he sees Vhyjho doing some form of a ritual he really couldn't care about. If this person thinks that they are good enough to advance without the rest of the group in a dangerous environment, all the better for them. The bigger problem on his mind now was the lack of light within the passage, he could use nitro-glycerine to light it up but that would be slow and might attract attention, and he would prefer to save his explosive.

At that point in time, he remembers that Delsin also decided to join them on this mission. He turns his head back towards the rest of the group until his sight lands on Delsin as he addresses him;

"Excuse me, young man, if I remember correctly you lit up the room when we fought Felix and Locus, could you do it again, please?"
 
Ben Tennyson
Status: Alive/Healthy/Bruised

A lot happened, but the narrator is lazy so this will be short. When they reached the bank, there was a big fat turtle dude with a big smile to match. Everyone began to beat on him, while Ben was bringing use to Kid-Ink by sneaking towards the hostages in the middle of the goombas. He made it, and then boom. Robot man shows up. Kid-ink knew what to do immediately; don't be Kid-ink. "Eatle!" He shouted, for obvious reasons, lunging for it's legs. The bug-like alien took munched on the first leg, but right after biting the right leg the Omnitrix ran out of power. Ben was going to be crushed without Eatle's protective shell.​
 
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Yu Narukami
Status- Fine Location- Bank

Yu watched as a strange boy In green suddenly took on a new form as it launched itself towards the leg of the robot and began to eat it. Yu suddenly watched frozen in place for a few seconds as he watched the boy changed back. "That boy is going to get crushed if I don't do anything! Go Izanagi!" He shouted as Izanagi darted towards Ben as it tackled him getting him far away from the robot so he isn't crushed. Yu ran over to him as he called Izanagi back.
"Hey are you ok? You aren't injured right?"

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  • Vonyish peered in, the entrance seemed bland and vague so the marine decided to continue Walkman down the hall, ignoring the lack of light since that wasn't concern for him as all he had to do was switch to a different optics setting and he could see perfectly fine, "Hurry up you lot, we only have an hour." Vonyish announced to the group as he continued to walk down the corridor.

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  • Bowser’s head jerked to the side when the pellets smashed into his jaw. He stumbled back, hand clutching the area. A blue spear whizzed by him and I traced it path back to a blue humanoid covered in blue scales as I pumped my shotgun. She was pulling the skeleton back who seemed happy to see her. Whatever their relation, I nodded my head towards her, trying to communicate to watch for each other’s attacks otherwise there’s going to be more missed attacks or worse.

    I glanced back at Bowser to see his claws bearing down upon my left shoulder. I lifted the shotgun up and fired the grappling hook at a building. A shit-eating grin spread across my face before metal snapped, whisking me away. The claws would swipe the dust outline of my frame, if this was a cartoon.

    Fingers tore into the brick. I flinched at the sound of cracking, the dull pain from the impact stinging alongside it. I observed the battlefield. It was going better than the last mission. These two idiots relied too much on sheer might and so far neither compensated for each other’s weaknesses. Bowser was a organic tank, one that could be worn down. Eggman clad himself in metal and a bloated ego. Perhaps a genius, but pride was a deadly sin after all. Eggman could have made a suit of armor for Bowser and Bowser hadn’t directed any remaining minions, if there were any still left, to help Eggman. Hell, reinforcements could have been pouring out of the new hole to aid the two, but it seemed like they were all wasted guarding the turtle.

    Bowser was easier to take on, however. He was durable enough to withstand shotgun pellets, but he was still flesh and weakened. It was my typical strat. Kill the lesser enemies before moving on to the greater ones.

    I heaved the chainsaw out and waved it at the blue fish I thought was called Undyne. Hopefully she understood what I was trying to get at. Push Bowser underneath me and I’ll try to saw the tail off. If she didn’t understand or was unable to push the turtle to me, I would still jump down with the chainsaw running at full speed in an attempt to slice the tail off. The pain should be enough to knock Bowser unconscious or at least send him running in circles for a bit.
 

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    ~Shilo Saga~
    Location: Bank
    Inventory: 2 katar, 6 throwing knives, 1 Bowie knife, 1 Glock .45
    Power: Light Control
    Mood: Focused
    Condition: Healthy    ​
    Shilo looked over at the man who mentioned that he had powers and could help her get up high. “As long as you don’t have to touch me, I’ll accept any help I can get.” She wasn't above accepting help, she knew her limits and her abilities, and she understood she was a mere human among much more powerful people. Though she also knew she wasn't completely useless despite that, and she was going to prove herself, though, she would keep her cautious and careful attitude. She wasn't about to get herself killed because of her hubris. The assassin turned her attention back to Castle, she met his gaze for a moment before she disappeared from sight, vanishing before their eyes. After another second she released the light and allowed herself to be seen once more. “I can stay out of sight, no worries.” And if it was silence they wanted, there were none more silent than she. The woman had spent sixteen years of her life learning how to suppress every part of her being, from heart rate to her very presence. She could disappear, figuratively, and now thanks to a Power Orb, literally. She turned her attention back to the rest of the group, opening her mouth to explain exactly what her plan was when Castle had to start yelling at the tough woman who was apparently apart of their group. The twenty-one year old closed her eyes in obvious annoyance at the loud sound of yelling. She was fine with people barking orders, but throwing around insults and having a dialogue in the midst of a fight was immature, useless, and dangerous for all parties involved. If the bitch wanted to get herself killed, she could make that choice, it was no one else’s job to protect her from her own stupid decisions. That was Shilo’s take on it at least. If you were old enough and experienced enough in any kind of fighting, you should know better than to make mistakes based off of pride and an underestimate of the enemy.

    Of course, all of this didn’t really matter in the end because one enemy was replaced by another. Shilo spun around, eyes quickly sizing up the new enemy. She had just enough time to gauge that the enemy was some kind of odd looking man with a robot when she had to jump back several feet, covering her face to hide it from any damage that could have been done but Eggman's attack. She was blasted toward the bank due to where she had been standing when the missile hit, landing on her side. Shilo was pushing herself to her feet when she heard the other female from the party call about finding out about hostages. Without hesitation Shilo she broke into a sprint, the only direction she could go at that point was toward the bank. After quickly memorizing the path ahead of her, she decided to risk slowing down her gait for a chance to communicate what her plan was to the rest of the group. It was better to give at least one person the message for them to pass on, than to not know if anyone had seen her and possibly risk a panic due to her disappearance, or any of the other countless issues not communicating would give rise to. The young assassin turned back around, running backwards, she curled her tongue tightly behind her teeth and blew, letting out a very loud, high pitched whistle. She knew this would get the attention of her group, or at least some of them, but also the attention of the enemy, so she was hoping that Revy, Castle, and the others were enough of a distraction to Eggman that he wouldn’t notice. It didn’t matter too much, she just needed one person from her side to see her before she disappeared.

    The moment the warning whistle sounded, Shilo turned back around, just in time to dodge a large rock in her path. By the next step, she was completely gone from sight, bending the light around her to make sure that she was invisible. She didn’t know exactly how long she had before she lost control of the light, so she had to move quickly, searching for some way into the building while simultaneously looking for the easiest path to climb to the roof, on the off chance she needed to go in through from above. Due to her movement toward the bank, she hadn’t heard Castle’s latest order of getting to the bank, and getting out if it “got hot.” Though, with the amount of missions Shilo did with this sort of thing, she’d easily be able to gauge what she needed to do, so the warning, though good, wasn’t needed for her. The assassin continued her search, making a mental note to buy a lock pick set the next time she was at the Libra Camp...if she made it back there.
 
Dr. Junkenstein
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Location - Gideon Meatpacking Plant | With - Slaughterhouse Group | Condition - Enjoying this a little too much...

Dr. Junkenstein’s grin seemed to widen yet further when he heard the detective’s response to Delsin’s question in particular.

“Ah, das Schwein! An excellent, easily-accessible stand-in for the human body – and, incidentally, my favorite test subject. My greatest creation was made mostly of pig, actually, and he turned out quite lovely if I do say so myself! I do wonder where he went off to, now that I mention him… Oh well, I’m sure he’ll turn up eventually!”

As the group would very quickly discover, it didn’t take much to set the good doctor off on a tangent, and once he started, it was very hard to stop him. What’s more, he didn’t really care if anyone was listening to him or not. He could lecture to himself all day and remain perfectly entertained.

As the others started their way into the factory, Dr. Junkenstein limped just behind, his lingering towards the rear due mostly to his lack of a proper right leg rather than any sort of hesitation to enter the building. Quite to the contrary, he was more than eager to get the investigation underway, though clearly for different reasons than the majority of the others here. He found himself peering intently into the various animal pens lining the halls. He struck a finger of his metallic prosthesis against the bolt embedded in his temple, the momentary creation of an electrical circuit emitting a flash of bluish light for the briefest of instants. He tried to glean some details within the particular pen he was in front of and his surroundings in general in that moment. From what the detective had told them, the pens should be completely barren from years of disuse, but given the circumstances…

“Hmm… Probably no Schweine left here. What a shame… Though, perhaps we can find ourselves some other little piggies stowed away in these cages? You know what I’m talking about, don’t you, mein Freund?” he offered cryptically, his crazed, wide-eyed gaze shifting towards Cyrus in particular. Oh, don’t think he didn’t see that familiar manic grin a moment ago. He knew a fellow man of science when he saw one, though kindred spirits they most certainly were not.

And no, by the by, he doesn’t ever shut up.

( Centurion_ Centurion_ , June Verles June Verles , @SlaughterhouseGroup)​
 
Dax frowned, seeming confused at first but sympathetic as he neared the end of what he wanted to say. She took up a seat next to him, crossing her legs and thinking for a while. "But you're not really alone, right? I'm here, after all. But I understand being without the ones you love can make you feel... isolated, I suppose. I've never really been without the company of my family, but I don't have many friends outside of them either... so in a way I think I understand. Without your peers, without people you cherish, it's hard to find joy in anything." She places a supportive hand on his arm. "I guess I'll just have to be your friend now, huh?" Dax says with a wide smile. "One thing I've learned over my years is that if there's a way in, there's a way out. Sometimes it's the way you got in, but there's always an exit. Which means there's a chance we can each get home again."

Nightwisher Nightwisher
 


  • Emile A-239 Location= Millennium City - Bank
    Mental Condition= Excited
    Physical Condition= Fine/In Combat
    Shields= 95%

    Interaction "Wilco, Bone-" As soon as those words of confirmation exited Emile's mouth, a giant machine drilled out of the ground. Emile braced for impact as the resulting shockwaves threw him off his feet and onto the ground. Luckily, there was not real damage and his shields only took a small dent. Nothing that wouldn't recharge in seconds. As the Spartan got back up, an egg shaped scientist tried to make some sort of speech before being interrupted by the foul-mouthed woman. She had the right idea. It was a waste of breath to monologue, and a waste of time to listen to a monologue. Sure enough, the machine began to fire off missiles and its machine gun at the group. "Bones, I'm leaving the egghead to you, I'll get in."

    Emile wasted no time in running to cover. There was no way to get close as long as the egg-man focused his fire on this position. The Spartan recalled the marker he felt that he had earlier...was this able to teleport him? He made his decision as soon as Almight launched Revy like a rocket towards the machine. This distraction was an opportunity for Emile to test out that marker ability. The Spartan looked up at the roof above him and concentrated on that one spot on the roof. A swirling column of shadowy mist rose form the roof and then, a similar column of mist sprouted beneath Emile. Suddenly, he began to dissolve, and just a moment later, he reformed onto the rooftop's ledge, barely enough for him to stay on. From his vantage point, he spotted a woman in dark clothes running towards the bank. He kept watch over her path as the battle waged on belowbelow, taking the occasional shot at a mushroom head with his suppressed shotgun. Suppressors don't make jack truly silent, but in this kind of battle, with all the shots going off already, it might as well be silent.

    Notes Interacting With: BarrenThin2 BarrenThin2 (Frank Castle)
    Mentioned: Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes (All Might) thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore (Revy) Nightwisher Nightwisher (Shilo)
    Group Members: T The Man With No Name Sayo-Nara Sayo-Nara PhantomPyro PhantomPyro Haz. Haz. Critic Ham Critic Ham DapperDogman DapperDogman Sleek Sleek Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind ghxstfreak ghxstfreak

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

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    ~Felix Auclair~
    Location: Libra Base
    Inventory: Vita Devoratrix (Battle Ax) and a letter
    Power: Soul Vision
    Mood: Nostalgic
    Condition: Heartbroken, physically healthy    ​
    Felix watched as Dax sat down next to him, deciding to take his place as well. If anything, to give him some kind of comfort from the past. “Not...really what I mean.” He explained. “I had a family once, and I lost them. I found another family, a group of friends, another woman to fall in love with… and that was taken from me with a blink of an eye.” The young man subconsciously ran his hand over his jacket pocket, though it looked more like he was just smoothing out his jacket, there was a faint sound of crinkling paper. “All I had left were the souls of my family trapped in Vita Devoratrix,” Felix reached his hand back and gripped the hilt of his ax for a moment, as a way to show that the name belonged to the weapon. “And with another blink of an eye, they’re gone.” He rested his head against the wall behind him. Allowing Dax to talk, trying to comfort him. His eyes trailed down to her hand when he felt her it on him, again there was a sort of tingling to it, familiar and comforting. Felix hated everything about this, but he couldn’t help but love it too. That smile… the way she invited herself into his life… it was all too familiar, and yet, he couldn’t help but allow a faint smile back. As she spoke about going back to their own worlds, Felix shook his head. “No, my world is dead.” He murmured. “I’ve nothing to go back to.” He wasn’t being overly dramatic, it was the truth.
 
KOBAYASHI-SAN​
Inventory
  • Smartphone
  • Revy’s Cloned Beretta 92FS
Money: $300
Abilities
  • The capability to program in Python. Duh.
  • Turning into a fire-breathing dragon. Rawr!
  • Mirai's blood powers. Oops, now I have anemia.
Status
Perfectly fine!
I begin heading out of the warehouse as--

W--wu...light...I close my eyes in reaction, then open them back as I try to see and what was there. What the...darn sun...wait, who's this..? A...a man of some sort, uh, he doesn't really look...remarkable? Oh, right, he's tall, uh what else, he's a little bit chu--uh...meaty--uh, that was a little oddly specific of me... Err, okay, so he looks like some sort of authority figure, a police officer, perhaps? ...I was right, he is a police officer, although he said he was a detective.

But I wasn’t even thinking that he looks like a real dete—...I need to stop asking myself too many unimportant questions about what his position in the MCPD is. Anyways. From what I’ve heard, the MCPD and Klaus are cooperating as of now, and we are to investigate a place called “Gideon Meatpacking Industries”, as we are being driven there by Mr. McGarrett. Wait, why did he say that there were some strange calls being made from there? Hmm...perhaps there are some individuals there who are hiding away in that place. However, there’s a possibility that maybe it wasn’t someone, or some people, making those calls, and that something else was doing that.

Already is it starting to sound like there are, indeed, several threats at the facility. Klaus is being slandered within those calls, and Steve has mentioned that we don’t know who’s kidnapped and being held there, despite the fact that the kidnappings did happen. Now it is impossible for me to think that it was only a bunch of immature citizens pranking us, especially since Klaus is being specifically target, from what I’ve seen. Well...l—let’s say that if I die there, I will be holding out for Tohru and Kanna, hoping that they would at least hear my last words. But since I still haven’t seen them...

Oh... I—I...Tohru, Kanna, I’m sorry I left you both on your own...

...

Well. Here we are. O—oh my. I don’t think I can bring myself to go there. I have see that kind of place before, but that was when it was only fiction. Now that it is reality, I--...I don't know if I want to go in there. But what about Klaus, and McGarrett?! Will they mind if I even protest against entering that facility?! Yes, they will, and because now I think that, I guess I have nowhere else to go but into the meat packing structure...

...

I...what’s with this scientist with prosthetics? Uh...already is he looking kind of suspicious with the...features of his body, the goggles and crazy white hair, the prosthetics that make him seem more of a pirate than an experienced scientist. He also talked suspiciously, but for some reason, he kinda reminded me a bit about that girl Asuka just from part of how he spoke..? Nonetheless, I have no choice but to stand with Cyrus. This man is too crazy to be left to his own devices, and should be at least watched. Glad the police officer thinks so, at least from what I’ve seen.

June Verles June Verles Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes Centurion_ Centurion_
 
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    Mista hopped out of the back of the van, approaching the dilapidated compound.
    "Let's go from the roof. Dropping in from the top'd be way easi--"... only to be quickly interrupted by Vonyish, who seemed all too keen on just waltzing in. The gunman sighed, unholstering his revolver from the confines of his crotch as he unrolled the cylinder. The Pistols buzzed out of their chambers like nasty little fairies, immediately hovering up to the sniper's eye-level.
    "No.1, 2, 3, split up and search the perimeter. Disable any cameras or traps if you can. No. 5, 6 and 7, stay with me." The Stands quickly picked out their respective bullets and shot back out through the door, zipping away to scour the derelict outsides of the factory.
    As for Mista, he steered clear of the cages, keeping his aim firmly trained on the left side of the hallway. He glanced at Jerome, judging the Spartan to be the most sensible of the group, and nodded towards the right side of the hall as though to keep his sights on it in case of an ambush.
    There's four probable areas we could be attacked from. The door up front, the door we came through and those dim cages on either side. He thought, only to suddenly halt in his tracks.
    Four...?
    Sweat trickled down his forehead as he came to a realization of what he'd done.
    No, no, it... It can't be...! They wouldn't be stupid enough to set a trap in the first room, would they..?!
    He struggled to steady his breathing, instead deciding to huddle closer together with the rest of the group, keeping his back covered by an ally, whoever that may be.
    ​
 
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