Millennium City: Nova - A grocery trip to the local supermarket

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~Shilo Saga: Interacting with Handsome Jack ( Rhysie )
Location: Running down the street

Shilo honestly couldn't care less if she was mostly ignored by the group, it really just proved to her that a large majority of them were daft. The assassin looked up at the blue, transparent being 'sprinting' beside her and turned back to look forward. "Trying to figure out why we're here. There's a reason, and literally anything could point us in the direction of why. I'm not about to sit back with my thumb up my ass when the answers could be right around the corner."At that, Shilo and turned one of the corner, still chasing after the woman she had seen just out of the corner of her eye. The raven haired woman wasn't phased by the state of this part of the town or how unclean and dangerous it all seemed. Everywhere was dangerous when you were in a place completely unknown to you, it didn't matter what part of the city or what it looked like. "If you're content sitting back and getting all buddy buddy, I don't give a shit, but I'd rather just find my way back home." Shilo didn't know if she would find her way back or if this was all just a vivid dream... she didn't know if the Team had merely been a dream at this point, considering how real everything was... but it didn't really matter right now either. Shilo was going to at least figure out what was going on, that much was certain.

 

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  Woods, who was sitting down and thinking quietly over what had just happened within the past few minutes, was interrupted twice- first by the machine reciting the French poem that had started World War II's D-Day launch, then by the poorly-dressed girl who had been following him for the duration of his stay at this "Millennium City". He tilted his head, listening to the female, before replying.
  
  "I was the bully? He wanted to help us? How did you even know he wasn't going to put a bullet in our brains earlier? For all we knew, that mere 'Nazi' was some prick who thought he could beat all of our asses down even with some of our... weapons, or powers I guess, back intact? Hell, maybe he could've had some kind of egoistical pride and wanted to show himself he was 'stronger' than us!" He vented to Niwatori in self-defense before exhaling loudly, regaining composure relatively quickly.
  
  "Besides, even if that doesn't seem true, he's still a Nazi. It don't matter whose side you're fighting for- a soldier never, ever targets civilians. I signed up to protect folks, not simply massacre anyone in our way. The Nazis need to burn down into the ground for what they did, just like the Communists," Frank responded, voicing his opinion. Another pause, letting the young girl introduce herself. His expression didn't really change, not betraying his inner thoughts upon her "title" of being a warrior.
  
  "Master Sergeant Frank Woods, at your service," The black-haired man responded, completing the handshake just before the stampede of civvies came rushing around the corner, catching the pair's attention.
  
  "Sounds like trouble," The SOG agent declared before letting his hand drop down, grabbing his M16 and rushing towards the action. As he did so, he spotted Lann, who had broken off from Woods, and was now being dragged along by the fox girl.
  
  "Kid, come with-" He paused, visibly wrinkling his nose and frowning as he quietly thought to himself for another few seconds before finally making a decision.
  
  "Y'know what? If you and your little... Pet are fine with the others, then that's alright- hopefully we'll meet again. Otherwise, come with me. I don't want you to get in trouble around here, though, got that?" Frank finished, then rushed towards the source of the panic. As he did so, his eye caught the silhouette of Corvo running in the same way. The Marine caught up with relative ease.
  
  "It doesn't seem like we can ever catch a damn break, huh?" He noted, keeping pace without even breaking a sweat- however, if Niwatori fell back Woods would to just to keep tabs on her.
  
  
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  God damn, Frank could go for a couple of smokes. After the complete shitshow that happened to be caused by that crazy-assed Nazi machine Stroheim, the American soldier wasn't exactly keen on going anywhere at this point. He'd rather recollect his thoughts, maybe check the other folks out- or more preferrably grab a cig or two to take a puff outta. But considering that he had no idea where he could get a buncha cigarettes- if they were even sold around here- he kinda had no choice but to watch everyone and mull over the crazy German's words.
  
  As he had thought earlier, the fact that the fight was merely a test was hard to take in. That asshole gave Woods a run for his money even with a couple of temporary allies- some moreso meat shields than others- and to imply there were other folks around that could potentially fuck him over even worse than the already-law-breaking WWII prick was beyond his imagination. He didn't say anything, but he didn't really like his odds- a spare friend would be nice. He wondered about that Agent Saga girl from earlier- she certainly seemed very promising on her own. Her assistance could prove useful especially since he didn't have neither Mason nor Hudson to rely on any more.
  
  But what of the two others folks he initially met? Lann and the poorly-dressed girl? To him, they both seemed kind of... Gullible, to say the least. Vulnerable, too. He felt like it was his duty to keep the two under his watch as well as he possibly could. His primary duty when he signed up for the Marines Corp- as much as he enjoyed ridding the earth of scumbags like Communists- was to defend innocent people. That's what a soldier did, right? So what made "Millennium City" different from, say, Chicago? Sure, the cops could probably do a better job than he could, but the police here seemed to not give a shit about a Nazi who had more than enough firearms to make a local militia sweat- hell, from what that pompous clown said, he was even allowed by the Mayor to attack. Speaking of the mayor, this certain figure definitely gave off some warning lights...
  
  

  Seeing the woman who had saved him being flung backward, CHEF reaches out quickly, catching her wrist with a surprisingly gentle grip. His knee bent as he caught her, ensuring she wouldn't fall. The coldness in his optics had vanished, and his voice had returned to normal "Êtes-vous d'accord, mademoiselle? (Are you okay, miss?)"
  
  His other hand had caught the rifle as it flew from her grip, not wanting to allow it to be damaged by falling from the catwalk. It seems that with the combat over, CHEF was now back to aiming to serve his companions, instead of defending them ferociously.
  
  For a moment, he stands there, looking at her, optics full of that special something from before, that almost-awareness. And for the first time, he speaks clearly, lacking the usual mechanical logic behind each word. He speaks a poem that Woods and Amélié might recognize. Each for entirely different reasons
  
  "Log #210 recovered. Beginning playback"
  
  "Les sanglots longs, Des violons, De l’automne
  Blessent mon coeur, D’une langueur, Monotone.
  
  Tout suffocant, Et blême, quand, Sonne l’heure,
  Je me souviens, Des jours anciens, Et je pleure
  
  Et je m’en vais, Au vent mauvais, Qui m’emporte
  Deçà, delà, Pareil à la, Feuille morte."
  
  (When a sighing begins, In the violins, Of the autumn-song
  My heart is drowned, In the slow sound, Languorous and long
  
  Pale as with pain, Breath fails me when, The hours toll deep.
  My thoughts recover, The days that are over, And I weep.
  
  And I go, Where the winds know, Broken and brief,
  To and fro, As the winds blow, A dead leaf.)
  
  After the moment, he seems to return to normal, slowly pulling Amélié to her feet and returning her rifle, before swiveling his head to check on the others. Despite the heavy damage he had sustained in the fight, he seems to be more worried about the others in the group.
  
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  ...Yet before Frank could dive deeper into his mental rabbit hole, his train of thought was more or less smashed into pieces by the chef-looking tin can reciting a poem. More specifically, the French poem that initiated D-Day during World War II. It rattled his mind to think that something like that could remember an event that had been going on when he was only a teenager. It was a little fitting for the occassion, though, he supposed- after all, the group had just warded off a loud-mouthed Nazi themselves.
  
  He glanced over to the small group of folks talking to each other after the fight- the robot, the magic-wielder, the purple woman, and the hooded man all gathered around. They seemed to be introducing themselves- Woods decided not to join them, though, since he felt that he probably didn't belong with them despite the middle-agedish man seeming cool enough in his books. The hooded figure was more than dangerous enough with his powers, and with his reckless actions during the battle the CIA operative doubted he would be able to tolerate such recklessness without regard to blue-on-blue. The strange-skinned female also had some kind of cold air- her words to Frank, even though they seemed to imply she had been trying to help, were more biting, icy- cold just in general. And the tin man? He might have to get used to something- he assumed it wasn't a "person" considering it had a huge-assed oven in its chest- like that walking around and talking at the same time. The blue-eyed soldier furrowed his brows, trying to think a little more. Who else had been helping in the fight..?
  
  

  

  
  
  Looking somewhat frustrated at the American for making the remark about not following orders despite him dropping the statement, she screws up her face with mild anger; it was nothing serious, some might call it 'cute'.
  "Hey! Don't get snappy with me, you were going to kill him when all he wanted to do was help us, you bully!" Niwatori grumbles at him.
  
  "A nazi, maybe. But deserving of death, no." the Chicken says remorsefully.
  After a short pause of silence, her sense of anger and frustration quickly fades into a more neutral, welcoming expression.
  
  

  

  
  
  She gives off a short, timid chuckle, trying to ease the tension of the situation.
  "Uhm.. Well... My name is Niwatori: Warrior of the Chicken, nice to meet you!"
  The girl introduces herself to the American, holding out her hand for a handshake.
  
  Suddenly, she's distracted by the sound of screaming and panic, turning her head to look in the direction of the noise whilst keeping her hand held out at Frank; she almost looks as if all of her attention was instantly diverted to the sound of the noise, completely forgetting about her conversation with Woods.
  "What's that noise..?" Niwatori questioned herself in a hushed tone.
  
  
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  ...But once again, the Master Sergeant was interrupted, this time by the scantily-clad woman who had followed him earlier. She seemed to be a little bit angered by his ideal of flat-out killing Stroheim, although if he were honest the girl kinda was... he didn't know the word, delicate? She certainly seemed to have some kinda innocence to her even if she seemed mad at Frank. The American cocked his head slightly as he listened to her before responding.
  
  "I was the bully? He wanted to help us? How did you even know he wasn't going to put a bullet in our brains earlier? For all we knew, that mere 'Nazi' was some prick who thought he could beat all of our asses down even with some of our... weapons, or powers I guess-" Strange to think of that word, 'power', being used to literally describe the talents some of the others had- "back intact? Hell, maybe he could've had some kind of egoistical pride and wanted to show himself he was 'stronger' than us!" Woods ranted, before finally locking his jaw and shaking his head quietly as he looked down at the ground. He took another moment to recollect himself before looking up and locking eyes with the younger female.
  
  "Besides, even if that doesn't seem true, he's still a Nazi. It don't matter whose side you're fighting for- a soldier never, ever targets civilians. I signed up to protect folks, not simply massacre anyone in our way. The Nazis need to burn down into the ground for what they did, just like the Communists," the blue-eyed man grimly declared. He paused as the girl also looked as though she regained her own composure, before introducing herself.
  
  "Niwatori: Warrior of the Chicken"? The name sounded kinda Asian, he supposed- could probably explain the weird clothes. However, she certainly didn't look like a warrior, nor did she seem remotely like a chicken sans her strange little outfit. She was certainly scantily-clad, and didn't seem to wear any body armor. That, plus the fact that she wielded some kind of farm tool, made the CIA operative question her legitimacy. Regardless, he decided to keep his trap shut and not make a snarky remark- he didn't want to hurt the poor girl's feelings more by insulting her.
  
  "Master Sergeant Frank Woods, at your service," The American responded as he reached forward to grip her hand in a firm shake, although he was abruptly- once more- cut off by shouts and screaming.
  
  

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    With the whole situation now being over and done with, no more nazi cyborg robots trying to test you by possibly murdering you with a machine gun and with the new additions to the family finally having calmed down you could probably relax and have a nice time bonding with each other in order to build relationships based on trust. Sadly I find that extremely boring so...
    
    Far away from the group, you could see a woman running along rapidly like she was trying to escape something, but as some of the group could deduce from their surrounding that this happened a lot more than it should be. And why wouldn't it? In the shadow of the big city, this darker part where a lot of unlucky, unwealthy people reside results with a playground for the crime lords and psychopaths of the town to run rampant. This may have been a hard fact to realize for some of the cast but it was a reality, even in this apparent multicultural, metropolitan wonder of the world named Millennium city people still had to deal with problems of the city life.
    
    While some of the group dealt with that realization the situation took a weird turn, more people began to run as rapidly and with the same scared expression as the first woman. This wave of people only continued to get bigger and more wild as the people pushed each other to escape like the four horsemen were running after them. And while that happened a current of vans with what seemed like news channels printed on the side begun to drive towards where the people were trying to run away from. In any case, this situation was must've have been really peculiar to cause this much of a commotion.
    
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  As the young female questioned the commotion, Frank already knew that a crowd fleeing from something was definitely not a good sign. Seems like his time to himself was up- if the threat potentially risked human lives, no matter who they were, Woods' duty was to head over and minimalize as many civilian casualties as possible. Hostile bloodshed was null-and-void, though- he would go to any limit to neutralize a threat regardless of whether or not it broke the law.
  
  "Sounds like trouble," The Marine grunted as he broke off his handshake with his newfound ally, unslinging his M16A1 and beckoning her to follow. Within moments, Frank was out on the streets, shoving past the civvies. He kept his rifle pointed towards the ground in order to make sure he didn't accidentally shoot anyone even if his gun's safety was active- couldn't be too safe around noncombatants. But a smaller ruckus caught his eye- Lann, who had broken off from Woods, was now being dragged along by the fox girl.
  
  

  As Wilson approached, Fiona was at first open to the help, and was quick to cooperate by holding Lucario towards the doctor. But at the mention of honey, Fiona blinked, and blinked again at Wilson's bowl full of it. "Honey?" Fiona scoffed at the notion, "Are you cra- ay!- Hey!" she interjected - shouting in protest as the doctor slathered honey all over both of Lucario's paws. Haphazardly did she set the injured Pokémon down on the ground in order to free her hands to clean it off, only to find the honey already gone, and Lucario's burn healing at an incredible pace. Awestruck, Fiona could only stand there squatted over Lucario with her mouth agape, watching as the damage disappeared before her eyes, and was further enthralled when Lann stepped in to quicken the recovery still.
  
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  Fiona's ear twitched, and spun around to eavesdrop on Delsin's little cult of personality. What do we do now? Delsin wondered. Immediately Fiona's full focus was set on answering that very question. The thought exercise grew her a wide, sly grin befitting her foxy physique as she rose to her feet alongside Lucario. Although she had the Pokémon's cheers tuned out while she analyzed Delsin and his friends, Fiona glanced Lucario's way thereafter, sizing him up with a glint in her eye.
  
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  "You three, walk with me," Fiona pointed at Lucario, Wilson, and Lann, casually throwing the command their way, "Follow my lead, and let me break the ice,"
  
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  Seemingly in an instant, Fiona's grin was replaced with a more "sincere" smile as she approached Delsin and co. with open arms.
  
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  "With powers like yours, you're going to blow off destiny to paint graffiti?" Fiona began with a pointed question, "You heard it from the cyborg horse's mouth - as a team, we're a force to be reckoned with! We're what this city needs!" she proclaimed, pumping her fists, "And Fiona Fox isn't the type to let the opportunity of a lifetime slip. Neither are her boys, ain't that right?" Fiona added, gesturing towards Lucario, Wilson, and Lann, expecting them to chime in. Regardless of whether or not they did, Fiona continued, "If we stick together, we can rock Millennium City! Find out how we got here! Face whatever's coming with the confidence of knowing we'll beat it!" she charismatically proclaimed, then subsequently folded her arms and turned away, "Or...we split, and get lost in a city bigger than us. Remain in the dark. Get crushed beneath destiny's boot heel, and fade in the sands of time without anyone ever knowing our names,"
  
  Fiona's ear again twitched, and she turned to see a growing crowd turning tail and fleeing. With her usual grin, she glanced Delsin's way again. "So what's it gonna be? Destiny's a-knockin'," she finished, and snapped her fingers in Lucario's direction before moving to investigate the growing commotion, "Let's go boys! We'll have time for introductions on the way," she stated, throwing Delsin a grinning glance while she walked.
  
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  "Kid, come with-" He stopped short, wrinkling his nose as Fiona declared that the group should leave on their own- including Lann. The Marine silently bit his tongue, weighing his options. He certainly didn't want to force the boy to come along, but at the same time he didn't want to lose track of him in the chaos that could potentially ensue. He exhaled through the corner of his mouth before making a smaller decision.
  
  "Y'know what? If you and your little... Pet-" He didn't exactly know how to describe Tama, since it wasn't an animal that he exactly recognized- "are fine with the others, then that's alright- hopefully we'll meet again. Otherwise, come with me. I don't want you to get in trouble around here, though, got that?" Frank finished, before turning and moving towards the source of the panic. He quickly pulled the charging handle on his M16 as he ran, putting a new round into it so that he doesn't run outta ammo mid-fight. While making sure he was ready for combat, he noticed the Corvo figure moving in the same direction. It didn't take long before the hardy soldier caught up to the assassin-like figure, his extreme conditioning and agility allowing him to move at a surprising pace.
  
  "It doesn't seem like we can ever catch a damn break, huh?" He remarked, keeping pace with the guard- however, if Niwatori happened to trail behind slower than the pair, Woods would slow down to allow the "Chicken" to catch up to him. He didn't want to lose her in the chaos, either- but if he could keep within range of both characters at the same time then it was a win-win.
  
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  NAME: WOODS, FRANK
  ID#: 19680517
  HEIGHT: 6'
  WEIGHT: 190 LBS
  AGE: ~37 Y/O
  RANK: MASTER SERGEANT
  AFFILIATION: US MARINES CORP, STUDIES AND OBSERVATIONS GROUP, CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY
  
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  Location: Warehouse (Outside)
  Condition: Healthy (Protected)
  Emotions: Wary
  Current Weapon: M16A1 + Dual Mags + Reflex + FMJ + M203 Launcher
  Current Inventory: M16A1 Customized
  
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Lucario

It's time for your punishment, baby.

Normally, Lucario would want to feel a bit more acquainted with someone before following their lead. His past had instilled a good reminder of that deep within his mind. There were so many people he trusted back on his world and who he had therefore went along with during their adventures, but a certain event that he constantly reminded himself to push to the back of his mind also gave him a fear of following someone right from the get-go. But there was something about Fiona that reminded him completely about himself... her aura was a bit on the questionable side, but she felt like such a free spirit that Lucario couldn't help but smile. It was like he was looking in some sort of twisted mirror.

Lucario was jolted out of his thoughts by Fiona's small monologue. "We're what this city needs! And Fiona Fox isn't the type to let the opportunity of a lifetime slip. Neither are her boys, ain't that right?" She had asked as if expecting an answer. In a split second decision, Lucario decided to give her one.

"That's right, Ms. Fiona!" Lucario said with an exaggerated salute. Despite his humor, Lucario was completely genuine in his support of what she was saying. The Aura Pokemon quickly dismissed all previous doubts of her moral alignment. We are what this city needs, and if Stroheim says there'll be a bigger threat, then we'll meet it without fear and protect everyone! He decided silently.

"It's 10 AM on September 25th, 1890!"

Without any more fears of her leadership, Lucario excitedly took off after her as she ran to go investigate. Lucario didn't want to get his hopes up and expect to see Wilson, Lann, Frank, and the others sprinting towards whatever was causing this chaos at his side, but deep down... Lucario truly wished to work with everyone. It would be just like the old days... he thought. Yeah, just like it! This is gonna be sweet!

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When Fiona suggested that he, Lucario, Wilson, and herself should team up, Lann put his arms behind his head and shook his head.
“Sorry. I just came over to help out. I’ve got someone I need to get back to. I’m sure we’ll meet again, though. We’re all looking for the same answers, yeah?” He said apologetically before turning to look for Frank. As if by fate, the soldier was running right by him, beckoning him over as he ran the opposite direction of the...fleeing crowd!?

“H-Hey! Wait up dude! What’s going on!?” Lann exclaimed in surprise as he hightailed it towards Frank.

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As Corvo ran, the military man caught up to the assassin and spoke.

"It doesn't seem like we can ever catch a damn break, huh?" He remarked, keeping pace with the guard- however, if Niwatori happened to trail behind slower than the pair, Woods would slow down to allow the "Chicken" to catch up to him. He didn't want to lose her in the chaos, either- but if he could keep within range of both characters at the same time then it was a win-win.

"Seems that way, yeah," Corvo replied, looking towards the man to get a better look at him. He didn't really have enough time to as they were being attacked by a robot working for the mayor.
Corvo would obviously remember him from before, shouting orders and taking out most of the German's weapons. A likely hardy and tactical man, he also cares for his allies' health. Reminds him of an old Havelock, one not corrupted by a throne within reach. Though, the rest of the rifleman was quite different. For one, he was must be from the future, or maybe a future. Perhaps one with an advanced form of healing, as he seems quite well after being sucker punched by a flying fist, one with much more power than what Corvo was hit with. That still hurts. Though, from what the Royal Protector has seen, he wouldn't be surprised if the man was marked by the Outsider himself, or some other deity.
"Name's Corvo Attano, though you probably already know that," he said, eluding to Stroheim's direct addressing of him, even though the German never said his last name. "Royal Protector for the Empress of the Isles."
He'd shake the man's hand but they are currently running, and that'd be an awkward handshake. Instead, he did a kind of head bow to the man, hoping that qualifies as a replacement. And while Stroheim spoke his name to the group, Corvo felt it necessary to properly introduce himself. Not an insurance of an alliance, but to make the next fight easier, because Outsider knows there is going to be a next fight.
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As Wilson approached, Fiona was at first open to the help, and was quick to cooperate by holding Lucario towards the doctor. But at the mention of honey, Fiona blinked, and blinked again at Wilson's bowl full of it. "Honey?" Fiona scoffed at the notion, "Are you cra- ay!- Hey!" she interjected - shouting in protest as the doctor slathered honey all over both of Lucario's paws. Haphazardly did she set the injured Pokémon down on the ground in order to free her hands to clean it off, only to find the honey already gone, and Lucario's burn healing at an incredible pace. Awestruck, Fiona could only stand there squatted over Lucario with her mouth agape, watching as the damage disappeared before her eyes, and was further enthralled when Lann stepped in to quicken the recovery still.

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Fiona's ear twitched, and spun around to eavesdrop on Delsin's little cult of personality. What do we do now? Delsin wondered. Immediately Fiona's full focus was set on answering that very question. The thought exercise grew her a wide, sly grin befitting her foxy physique as she rose to her feet alongside Lucario. Although she had the Pokémon's cheers tuned out while she analyzed Delsin and his friends, Fiona glanced Lucario's way thereafter, sizing him up with a glint in her eye.

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"You three, walk with me," Fiona pointed at Lucario, Wilson, and Lann, casually throwing the command their way, "Follow my lead, and let me break the ice,"

Drakerus

Seemingly in an instant, Fiona's grin was replaced with a more "sincere" smile as she approached Delsin and co. with open arms.

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"With powers like yours, you're going to blow off destiny to paint graffiti?" Fiona began with a pointed question, "You heard it from the cyborg horse's mouth - as a team, we're a force to be reckoned with! We're what this city needs!" she proclaimed, pumping her fists, "And Fiona Fox isn't the type to let the opportunity of a lifetime slip. Neither are her boys, ain't that right?" Fiona added, gesturing towards Lucario, Wilson, and Lann, expecting them to chime in. Regardless of whether or not they did, Fiona continued, "If we stick together, we can rock Millennium City! Find out how we got here! Face whatever's coming with the confidence of knowing we'll beat it!" she charismatically proclaimed, then subsequently folded her arms and turned away, "Or...we split, and get lost in a city bigger than us. Remain in the dark. Get crushed beneath destiny's boot heel, and fade in the sands of time without anyone ever knowing our names,"

Fiona's ear again twitched, and she turned to see a growing crowd turning tail and fleeing. With her usual grin, she glanced Delsin's way again. "So what's it gonna be? Destiny's a-knockin'," she finished, and snapped her fingers in Lucario's direction before moving to investigate the growing commotion, "Let's go boys! We'll have time for introductions on the way," she stated, throwing Delsin a grinning glance while she walked.

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"Yes, I'm a hero, but doesn't mean a hero can't have a little fun every so often."

Jak looked over at Delsin, and then Lucario and then Lann and Wilson.

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As Wilson approached, Fiona was at first open to the help, and was quick to cooperate by holding Lucario towards the doctor. But at the mention of honey, Fiona blinked, and blinked again at Wilson's bowl full of it. "Honey?" Fiona scoffed at the notion, "Are you cra- ay!- Hey!" she interjected - shouting in protest as the doctor slathered honey all over both of Lucario's paws. Haphazardly did she set the injured Pokémon down on the ground in order to free her hands to clean it off, only to find the honey already gone, and Lucario's burn healing at an incredible pace. Awestruck, Fiona could only stand there squatted over Lucario with her mouth agape, watching as the damage disappeared before her eyes, and was further enthralled when Lann stepped in to quicken the recovery still.

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Fiona's ear twitched, and spun around to eavesdrop on Delsin's little cult of personality. What do we do now? Delsin wondered. Immediately Fiona's full focus was set on answering that very question. The thought exercise grew her a wide, sly grin befitting her foxy physique as she rose to her feet alongside Lucario. Although she had the Pokémon's cheers tuned out while she analyzed Delsin and his friends, Fiona glanced Lucario's way thereafter, sizing him up with a glint in her eye.

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"You three, walk with me," Fiona pointed at Lucario, Wilson, and Lann, casually throwing the command their way, "Follow my lead, and let me break the ice,"

Drakerus

Seemingly in an instant, Fiona's grin was replaced with a more "sincere" smile as she approached Delsin and co. with open arms.

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"With powers like yours, you're going to blow off destiny to paint graffiti?" Fiona began with a pointed question, "You heard it from the cyborg horse's mouth - as a team, we're a force to be reckoned with! We're what this city needs!" she proclaimed, pumping her fists, "And Fiona Fox isn't the type to let the opportunity of a lifetime slip. Neither are her boys, ain't that right?" Fiona added, gesturing towards Lucario, Wilson, and Lann, expecting them to chime in. Regardless of whether or not they did, Fiona continued, "If we stick together, we can rock Millennium City! Find out how we got here! Face whatever's coming with the confidence of knowing we'll beat it!" she charismatically proclaimed, then subsequently folded her arms and turned away, "Or...we split, and get lost in a city bigger than us. Remain in the dark. Get crushed beneath destiny's boot heel, and fade in the sands of time without anyone ever knowing our names,"

Fiona's ear again twitched, and she turned to see a growing crowd turning tail and fleeing. With her usual grin, she glanced Delsin's way again. "So what's it gonna be? Destiny's a-knockin'," she finished, and snapped her fingers in Lucario's direction before moving to investigate the growing commotion, "Let's go boys! We'll have time for introductions on the way," she stated, throwing Delsin a grinning glance while she walked.

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"Yes, I'm a hero, but doesn't mean a hero can't have a little fun every so often."

Jak looked over at Delsin, and then Lucario and then Lann and Wilson.

QizPizza darkred Zamasu Daunting_Doggo ​

Delsin Rowe

Location= 52 Grapevine St. Northeast - Inside?
Condition= Amused

Interaction

"Of course, what else could we POSSIBLY do? We as heroes must ENLIGHTEN this world with our art." Delsin replied with as much sarcasm as humanly possible, while barely being able to contain his laugh. The red furry was entertaining Delsin quite a bit with her talk of destiny and taking over the city. The smile she put on was an obvious indication that she was trying too hard and he just couldn't help himself from not taking her seriously. Besides, it was ridiculous how the fox managed to get a Lucario, a guy with super crispy hair and a blonde kid with his own fox pokemon thing as her "gang". "I think I can take care of myself, furry. This isn't gonna be the first time I've made my name known. This time, it's only gonna be a bit harder, but it isn't fun if it isn't challenging, is it?"

Delsin was about to just blow off the ragtag group, but Jak spoke up. "Yes, I'm a hero, but doesn't mean a hero can't have a little fun every so often."

"You speak words of wisdom, Jak. I'm liking you more and more, man." Delsin then took a moment to think about his how he might have made a name in Seattle, but here, there was too much he didn't know. Even back then, he had Reggie's and Google's help. But here? These people were the best he was going to get. He wrapped the one half of his chain around each wrist and spoke to Fiona again. "Still, we should stick together. Hopefully, our teamwork will be alot better than what we just saw. You and your boytoys better not disappoint."

Notes

Interacting With: Haz. (Wilson) darkred (Jak) Jeremiah (Fiona Fox) YellowTemperence (Lucario) Zamasu (Baiken) Drakerus (Lann)

Italicized Unbolded Colored=Internal Dialogue
Bolded Colored=External Dialogue

Inventory

-Two halves of an ordinary chain
-Two Cinder Missiles

Powers

-Enhanced Durability
-Smoke Manipulation:

-Smoke Shot​

-Smoke Dash​

-Cinder Missile​

 

[Zamasu]

Baiken

The samurai looks down at a bunch of people that have approached them, mainly the red fuzzball that is Fiona. She sighs before saying "Whatever you say, furball." She is not interested at what Fiona had said, though it does a have a meaning to it, but she is too lazy to acknowledge. She looks back at Delsi and Jak and say "You guys go tagging walls? Maybe I could try that."

QizPizza darkred YellowTemperence Jeremiah Drakerus Haz. ​

 

[darkred]

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Lucario

It's time for your punishment, baby.

Normally, Lucario would want to feel a bit more acquainted with someone before following their lead. His past had instilled a good reminder of that deep within his mind. There were so many people he trusted back on his world and who he had therefore went along with during their adventures, but a certain event that he constantly reminded himself to push to the back of his mind also gave him a fear of following someone right from the get-go. But there was something about Fiona that reminded him completely about himself... her aura was a bit on the questionable side, but she felt like such a free spirit that Lucario couldn't help but smile. It was like he was looking in some sort of twisted mirror.

Lucario was jolted out of his thoughts by Fiona's small monologue. "We're what this city needs! And Fiona Fox isn't the type to let the opportunity of a lifetime slip. Neither are her boys, ain't that right?" She had asked as if expecting an answer. In a split second decision, Lucario decided to give her one.

"That's right, Ms. Fiona!" Lucario said with an exaggerated salute. Despite his humor, Lucario was completely genuine in his support of what she was saying. The Aura Pokemon quickly dismissed all previous doubts of her moral alignment. We are what this city needs, and if Stroheim says there'll be a bigger threat, then we'll meet it without fear and protect everyone! He decided silently.

"It's 10 AM on September 25th, 1890!"

Without any more fears of her leadership, Lucario excitedly took off after her as she ran to go investigate. Lucario didn't want to get his hopes up and expect to see Wilson, Lann, Frank, and the others sprinting towards whatever was causing this chaos at his side, but deep down... Lucario truly wished to work with everyone. It would be just like the old days... he thought. Yeah, just like it! This is gonna be sweet!

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Delsin Rowe

Location= 52 Grapevine St. Northeast - Inside?
Condition= Amused

Interaction

"Of course, what else could we POSSIBLY do? We as heroes must ENLIGHTEN this world with our art." Delsin replied with as much sarcasm as humanly possible, while barely being able to contain his laugh. The red furry was entertaining Delsin quite a bit with her talk of destiny and taking over the city. The smile she put on was an obvious indication that she was trying too hard and he just couldn't help himself from not taking her seriously. Besides, it was ridiculous how the fox managed to get a Lucario, a guy with super crispy hair and a blonde kid with his own fox pokemon thing as her "gang". "I think I can take care of myself, furry. This isn't gonna be the first time I've made my name known. This time, it's only gonna be a bit harder, but it isn't fun if it isn't challenging, is it?"

Delsin was about to just blow off the ragtag group, but Jak spoke up. "Yes, I'm a hero, but doesn't mean a hero can't have a little fun every so often."

Italicized Unbolded Colored=Internal Dialogue
Bolded Colored=External Dialogue

Inventory

-Two halves of an ordinary chain
-Two Cinder Missiles

Powers

-Enhanced Durability
-Smoke Manipulation:

-Smoke Shot​

-Smoke Dash​

-Cinder Missile​

Baiken

The samurai looks down at a bunch of people that have approached them, mainly the red fuzzball that is Fiona. She sighs before saying "Whatever you say, furball." She is not interested at what Fiona had said, though it does a have a meaning to it, but she is too lazy to acknowledge. She looks back at Delsi and Jak and say "You guys go tagging walls? Maybe I could try that."

QizPizza darkred YellowTemperence Jeremiah Drakerus Haz. ​

The eco warrior was convinced Delsin thought he tagged walls. Jak had to suppress a chuckle "Sure, Delsin, old pal. I don't mind having some fun every so often."

He eyed Baiken and shrugged "I've done some stuff I've done over time in Haven."


QizPizza darkred YellowTemperence Jeremiah Drakerus Haz.

 

[Rhysie]

Handsome Jack
Status: Alive (for now)
Inventory: Hyperion Nemesis

“Well, I don’t even know why am I here in the first place, nor how I ended up here, and yet this looks better than a shit-hole planet I used to be a mad man in” Said the Hyperion corporate as he even tried figuring out if this was a dream, in which he would end up getting killed “I- Is this a dream? Where the hell am I? Have you even ever dealt with these kind of situations?” Jack asked as unknown of his location, he tried a way back to his home planet known as Pandora
​

“I think you and I have nothing left to lose, am I right?”​

Nightwisher​

 

[Daunting_Doggo]

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• 
  While the group conversed about multiple things trying to come up with a reason for why are so many people were stampeding over each other like cows who are running from a slaughterhouse you hear a low engine noise from the opposite direction. First, you could safely assume it's just another news van trying to get the latest dig but the noises are getting louder indicating the vehicle is getting closer.
  
  Soon enough your assumptions are proven correct by the sight of a very spiky buggy erupting from within the crowd and then safely landing on a soft pad of running people. That same vehicle proceeds to make a red carpet made out of blood and shredded up organs as it drives through the crowd, and if that wasn't weird enough a few seconds later a hatch opens on the top of the buggy.
  
  An abnormally large, jacked, red humanoid alien with 4 arm jumps out of the hatch. The black stripe going down his chin to his lower lip, and his four eyes barely taking the attention long enough from the psychotic smile on its face. The four-armed ketchup bottle shows off the reason for enjoying himself so much after pulling out a golden machine gun and then laying in the crowd bellow including our group.
  
  The car proceeds to rampage forwards away from the group leaving a grim red reminder of where it has been, are you going to follow?
  
  
• 
  PSAHello, thank you for staying in tune with our apparently weekly program. I apologize for the delay of the quest. This was mainly due to life problems which I won't go through as to not write too much and make this longer than necessary and because I enjoy the idea of not having my problems be recorded online.
  
  Combat rulesSince I am unoriginal and cannot come up with any other type of quest other than a fighting centric one this quest will have some basic combat rules.
  
  Each player character in this RP will have 11 'wounds' (health), and when you run out of 'wounds' you get incapacitated. You can only attack. You only hit if you roll a 50 or above, and same applies to me. So if I roll 49 when attacking you, you dodge.
  
  If you roll 0 you take a wound If you roll a 100 you impact an extra wound
  
  Spoiler: It's really long

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  Rhysie
  
  Zamasu
  
  QizPizza
  
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  Haz.
  
  Drakerus
  
  Drakerus
  
  jigglesworth
  
  Nightwisher
  
  Jeremiah
  
  Caffeine Freak
  
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  Credit:Our lovely head game master Infant made this, give him a look.
  

 

[Caffeine Freak]

Pink Guy hopped out on it, ready to take on the threat.

"mmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMM-" ("Huzzah, I have come to-") At the sight of four-armed red dick, however, Pink Guy suddenly wasn't so sure about his previously adamant heroism. The blood buggy sped off into the distance. Pink Guy resounded to miss himself with that shit.

​

As he stepped backward, however, Pink Guy backed into plastic surgery man.

"aH! pusssssiiiiiii!" ("Watch where you walkin', fool!")

Rhysie

 

[FactionGuerrilla]

• Noncombat Post
• IN COMBAT
• Dossier
• Live Status
• Interactions

• 
  

  As Corvo ran, the military man caught up to the assassin and spoke.
  
  
  
  "Seems that way, yeah," Corvo replied, looking towards the man to get a better look at him. He didn't really have enough time to as they were being attacked by a robot working for the mayor.
  Corvo would obviously remember him from before, shouting orders and taking out most of the German's weapons. A likely hardy and tactical man, he also cares for his allies' health. Reminds him of an old Havelock, one not corrupted by a throne within reach. Though, the rest of the rifleman was quite different. For one, he was must be from the future, or maybe a future. Perhaps one with an advanced form of healing, as he seems quite well after being sucker punched by a flying fist, one with much more power than what Corvo was hit with. That still hurts. Though, from what the Royal Protector has seen, he wouldn't be surprised if the man was marked by the Outsider himself, or some other deity.
  "Name's Corvo Attano, though you probably already know that," he said, eluding to Stroheim's direct addressing of him, even though the German never said his last name. "Royal Protector for the Empress of the Isles."
  He'd shake the man's hand but they are currently running, and that'd be an awkward handshake. Instead, he did a kind of head bow to the man, hoping that qualifies as a replacement. And while Stroheim spoke his name to the group, Corvo felt it necessary to properly introduce himself. Not an insurance of an alliance, but to make the next fight easier, because Outsider knows there is going to be a next fight.
  FactionGuerrilla

  
  Royal Protector? Empress of the Isles? Yeah, this guy was definitely full-blown medieval. That didn't mean that Frank doubted this guy's combat prowess; Corvo seemed to be one of the much more reliable folks within the group after all. It would probably be for the better to get acquainted with this guy, since he seemed to possess some kind of explosive weapon himself- alongside that mean-looking sword- and would definitely make for a good brother-in-arms if it came down to it. The Marine shared the man's nod, and even though they were running he introduced himself anyways.
  
  “Woods. Frank Woods; Master Sergeant of the US Marines Corp, although I'm guessing that means jack shit to you,” the soldier noted. It was so unfamiliar to have his "role" as a Marine neutered down to a mere nominal title. It used to mean stuff to other folks, that he wasn't someone to fuck around with. In this city, though, there were a lotta people who were from all over different places and even times- at least, so it seemed- so of course being a Marine- or a CIA agent, or a SOG member- probably didn't ring a bell to some folks whatsoever. The American would've stayed silent for the rest of the run if it weren't for Lann catching up to the duo, shouting about how he didn't know what was happening.
  
  

  When Fiona suggested that he, Lucario, Wilson, and herself should team up, Lann put his arms behind his head and shook his head.
  “Sorry. I just came over to help out. I’ve got someone I need to get back to. I’m sure we’ll meet again, though. We’re all looking for the same answers, yeah?” He said apologetically before turning to look for Frank. As if by fate, the soldier was running right by him, beckoning him over as he ran the opposite direction of the...fleeing crowd!?
  
  “H-Hey! Wait up dude! What’s going on!?” Lann exclaimed in surprise as he hightailed it towards Frank.
  
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  “We got civs running away from something- whatever it is, we'd better check it out!” The soldier replied aloud, moving a tad bit faster as he did so- he wanted to get to the scene as soon as possible. But, as it turned out, the scene would come to him.
  
  

  • Actual post
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  • 
    While the group conversed about multiple things trying to come up with a reason for why are so many people were stampeding over each other like cows who are running from a slaughterhouse you hear a low engine noise from the opposite direction. First, you could safely assume it's just another news van trying to get the latest dig but the noises are getting louder indicating the vehicle is getting closer.
    
    Soon enough your assumptions are proven correct by the sight of a very spiky buggy erupting from within the crowd and then safely landing on a soft pad of running people. That same vehicle proceeds to make a red carpet made out of blood and shredded up organs as it drives through the crowd, and if that wasn't weird enough a few seconds later a hatch opens on the top of the buggy.
    
    An abnormally large, jacked, red humanoid alien with 4 arm jumps out of the hatch. The black stripe going down his chin to his lower lip, and his four eyes barely taking the attention long enough from the psychotic smile on its face. The four-armed ketchup bottle shows off the reason for enjoying himself so much after pulling out a golden machine gun and then laying in the crowd bellow including our group.
    
    The car proceeds to rampage forwards away from the group leaving a grim red reminder of where it has been, are you going to follow?
    
    
  • 
    PSAHello, thank you for staying in tune with our apparently weekly program. I apologize for the delay of the quest. This was mainly due to life problems which I won't go through as to not write too much and make this longer than necessary and because I enjoy the idea of not having my problems be recorded online.
    
    Combat rulesSince I am unoriginal and cannot come up with any other type of quest other than a fighting centric one this quest will have some basic combat rules.
    
    Each player character in this RP will have 11 wounds when you run out of them you get incapacitated.
    
    You can only attack. You only hit if you roll a 50. So if I roll 49 when attacking you, you dodge.
    If you roll 0 you take a wound
    If you roll a 100 you impact an extra wound
    
    Rolls to get hit
    Spoiler: It's really long

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  “Aw, fucking shit...” He growled under his breath, almost completely forgetting that Lann was around to listen. He grit his teeth before turning to the others, his eyes already contracting as if they were focusing once more upon combat.
• 
  The innocents were cannon fodder out in the streets- completely exposed to the fucking freak buggy running them over and gunning them down. And considering they were only running away like cattle, Woods highly doubted they were in the right state of mind to know what to do in the situation.
  
  "HEY, EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OFF THE STREETS! INTO THE BUILDINGS, INTO THE BUILDINGS!" The CIA agent shouted as loud as he could- pretty damn loud, in fact- trying to get the victims' attention and shout them into safety. His icy blue eyes focused on the moving car as he grit his teeth, stepping out into the streets and crouching down to rest his M16A1 on his knee.
  
  "As for everyone else with guns, we gotta draw that shithead's attention away from the civvies! Go after the fucker on the MG, shoot him out!" Woods declared, aiming his M203 towards the asshole on the road before remembering of friendly fire. He exhaled in frustration, before taking his hand off the launcher's trigger and back to holding its grip as though it were a real foregrip for his assault rifle; until the civilians got out of the streets and into the buildings, Frank had to restrain himself from going all out. He could already feel the magic shield the mage had cast on him fading away- hopefully he wouldn't need it for the time being.
  
  "Move in, we can't let this son of a bitch cause more casualties!" He ordered, raising his assault rifle's iron sights to his eyes. Using one of his fingers to flick the safety off and to "Semi" mode, Frank began firing more precision-oriented shots towards the machine gunner- not towards center mass, rather towards the head. Normally he would aim for the chest, but if he missed the chest there was a greater likelihood that he'd just shoot some noncombatant in the head; if he aimed for the head, though, missed shots would only sail through the air and not cause any more casualties. The American also was knelt down in the middle of the road, seemingly easy pickings if the buggy turned around and drove after him. Was it a flaw in his attack? Or was it actually an act to try and draw out the buggy and lure it away from the crowd?
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  NAME: WOODS, FRANK
  ID#: 19680517
  HEIGHT: 6'
  WEIGHT: 190 LBS
  AGE: ~37 Y/O
  EYE COLOR: BLUE
  HAIR COLOR: BLACK
  RANK: MASTER SERGEANT
  RACE: CAUCASIAN
  AFFILIATION: US MARINES CORP, STUDIES AND OBSERVATIONS GROUP, CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY
  
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  Ambient Music:
  
  Location: Unknown; Presumedly Upper Class Area
  Condition: IN COMBAT
  Emotions: Enraged
  Current Weapon: M16A1 + Dual Mags + Reflex + FMJ + M203 Launcher
  Current Inventory: M16A1 Customized
  
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[Nightwisher]

~Shilo Saga
Interactions: Handsome Jack ( Rhysie ) and Red Alien Dude ( Daunting_Doggo )
Mentions: Pink Guy ( Caffeine Freak ) and Frank ( FactionGuerrilla )
Location: Down the street from the warehouse​

Shilo looked at the man, arching an eyebrow at his questions. "No, I've never dealt with a situation like this before... and if I'm being completely honest, i don't think it's a dream. I think that this is a very odd situation and that the every answer we get is going to lead to a bigger question. But we'll see if that hunch is correct." The twenty-one year old looked at the man who had just managed to back into the man who had been running with her and narrowed her eyes at the odd being in the pink suit... She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off when she heard the roaring engine behind her.

Shilo spun around when she heard Frank's call, skidding to a halt. "Are you fucking serious..." she murmured, stepping out of the street so she'd be more out of the way of the buggy, her eyes narrowing at the giant, red, four armed monster. "Are we in some kind of video game? What the hell is going on with this place?" Shilo asked, more to herself but she couldn't help but say it aloud.

"Whatever, I'm not missing out of this fight. You coming?" Shilo turned her head to look at the man beside her before hurrying off to join back with the group and fight the new enemy. She was careful to stay out of the way of those with guns, not wanting to get hit herself, and pulled a throwing knife from her belt. Calculating as quickly as she could in her head, Shilo threw the knife with as much force as she could muster, aiming for the monster. Any damage that could be done would be good, but she was hoping to it a vital organ.

 

[Centurion_]

Niwatori hides behind some trashcans just because she can.

Daunting_Doggo

 

[Caffeine Freak]

Pink Guy climbed into a trashcan just because that's where he belongs.

 

[Daunting_Doggo]

Pink Guy climbed into a trashcan just because that's where he belongs.

Niwatori hides behind some trashcans just because she can.

Daunting_Doggo

• Actual post
• Read this, okay? Thanks.

• 
  By the divine guidance of the epitome of fidelity and punctuality of the majestic rooster, Niwatori was able to find a boon in the most unsuspected areas for her future adventures. She saw a weird red orb if she were to touch a spring of energy would fly to her head as she understood her new powers. That orb gave Niwatori, only if she were to touch it though, the ability to reincarnate as a phoenix would upon her death once.
  
  Similarly, pink guy found himself in a trash can as well, but what he found might be the best possible boon in this situation. What his eyes laid upon was a special edition version of Pink season.
  
  
• 
  PSA
  
  Combat rulesSince I am unoriginal and cannot come up with any other type of quest other than a fighting centric one this quest will have some basic combat rules.
  
  Each player character in this RP will have 11 'wounds' (health), and when you run out of 'wounds' you get incapacitated. You can only attack. You only hit if you roll a 50 or above, and same applies to me. So if I roll 49 when attacking you, you dodge.
  
  If you roll 0 you take a wound If you roll a 100 you impact an extra wound
  Credit:Our lovely head game master Infant made this, give him a look.
  

 

[darkred]

Jak muttered under his breath "Fuck, that's messed up. But what can you expect in this city after all?"

The eco warrior looked over at Delsin and his other pal along with the others. "What are we going to do, dear leader."

He stared over at the new Hedgehog that self-appointed herself a leader of the the ragtag group and watched as the others rushed off to chase the new danger that threatened the city.

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[jigglesworth]

When the large, spiked buggy emerged into the crowd of civilians Corvo was somewhat stunned. Such fantastic technology turned into a killing machine, not something the assassin hasn't seen before. While he doubted it, there was a bit of him that wished the people here were different. This city's morals doesn't matter right now, though, as a four-armed man just hopped out of the death carriage. He did not look like he had all his marbles, as if you needed to even think about it. His instincts kicked in and he quickly aimed his pistol at the man, but lowered it once he saw the crowd of civilians behind him, though still being massacred by whoever still controls the machine.
The four-armed maniac pulled out a big gun, and as Corvo dived out of the way, he was shot in the left arm, near his shoulder. He grunted loudly, now on the ground as he couldn't support his roll properly. He's been shot before, but he usually knew how to get medical attention. There are some healers in the odd group of theirs, but whether or not they are paying attention to all the battle is beyond Corvo, and right now the last thing on his mind. He got to a standing position, and broke a door to a building down to get inside for cover. He looked back out and saw Woods fire on the monster from a crouching position. The injured Royal protector would do the same, except his pistol only has EXPLOSIVE shots, and there are civilians near him. He needs to draw the monsters attention away from the civilians, and to do so, he fires an EXPLOSIVE shot about 5 feet in front of the bad guy, which is far enough away where it wouldn't hit any civilians. At most, it would blow back their opponent and hit him with shrapnel from the ground. With luck, it'll draw the man's attention. Not being able to do much else, he simply yells out to the others, "Bring the four-armed freak towards us, get him away from the civilians! We can bring him down that way!"
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[ManyFaces]

The cause of all the carnage soon appeared. A rather unsightly r
ed beast with a machine gun laid waste to the running crowd in his car. A sight that made Maxwell nauseous, only added on with the smell of fresh viscera becoming appearant.
Fate had chosen for him because now he couldn't possibly leave without getting gunned down.
In fact he failed to find cover in time and felt a bullet rip clear through the side of his arm. Though frail, Maxwell gritted his teeth together as opposed to screaming in pain and clutched his forearm so harshly he felt as though he might damage himself further. "So... Now I have no choice..." The magician wheezed and hid behind a fire hydrant, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Maxwell glared at his shadow puppet, it failed to block for him but it could at least help him by attacking while he worked on stifling his blood flow... Or perhaps find another use for his blood.
The doppleganger moved like it was made from liquid, dipping and dodging out of the darkness. It moved in a serpentine pattern before going behind the hulking monster and trying to stab him in the back.

Daunting_Doggo @/anyone

 

[marc122]

FactionGuerrilla Daunting_Doggo Caffeine Freak Rhysie darkred Zamasu jigglesworth QizPizza Drakerus YellowTemperence Nightwisher DailyRoLord thatguyinthestore ManyFaces Jeremiah Centurion_

As soon as she heard the sound of revving, Asuka stopped running, proceeding to skid to a halt in order to do so, and looked towards the direction of the source of the sound. At first, she assumed that it was some sort of news van, but it turned out that it was not one, but rather a hostile spiky buggy being driven by malicious beings.​

The girl within the mech gulped. First, Stroheim, now this, as it crushed everyone that was unlucky to even be right in front? Not only that, but when it crushed the poor, innocent citizens trying to run, blood was splattered everywhere on the streets, sickening her. Due to this, Asuka stepped back and turned away, closing her eyes and shielding her mech's with its hands using her handles so it wouldn't be projected onto the displays inside. However, just as she was doing that, she was unaware that a four-armed beast would pop out of the buggy through the top hatch with a machine gun that he used to fire hell upon both the crowds and his assailants, including her.

Asuka let out a short, high-pitched shriek as soon as her mech was hit by a large bullet from the monster's golden machine gun in the right arm, causing her to look towards the buggy. She would hold off attempting to attack the four-armed creature...that is, if she had never seen his buggy crush dozens of innocents before pulling out a machine gun and opening fire. She was seeing numerous familiar-looking strangers, a few of which she could recognize, either dodge before firing away or getting hit before firing away. That alone was enough to set her off into taking action right away. So she began sprinting after the buggy.

"Du ungeheue-wicher Fieswing! (You monstrous creep!)"

Sprinting towards the buggy, angered, she attempted to gain up on it before trying to puncture a hole through it with her mech's fist while trying to avoid the monster's gunfire.​

 

[YellowTemperence]

Lucario

Lucario continued his sprint alongside his new team when the sound of an engine in the distance stopped him in his tracks. In similar fashion to when he entered the warehouse, Lucario quickly closed his eyes. Once again, the four black appendages at the back of his head raised, indicating that Lucario was searching for the aura of whatever that thing in the distance was. The aura hues of the crowd, however, blended together into a terrifying mixture of emotion- fear, panic, stress, and the thing that Lucario always feared the most: submission. He could feel some of those in the crowd who were actually giving up their lives, knowing there was little chance for escape. The Aura Pokemon wasn't set on finding the threat anymore, but was instead taken back by the sheer chaos. Though the chaos was something that everyone could see, most likely only a few could feel it resonate within them. Lucario, unfortunately, was one of them. In that moment, he was given a grim reminder of all that happened back in his past. He remembered the hopelessness he felt, the agony of fearing for not only your life, but those that you don't even know; all of the feelings when his world nearly ended were coming back to eat at him again. Could... this be what Stroheim warned us about? The canine thought to himself. For a moment, he suddenly doubted whether or not he could actually continue on with his self-appointed mission to train himself to rise against the warned threat. It was as if he were a kid again. All hope was lost, and he could do nothing to stop it...

The engine's noise got closer. Lucario opened his eyes, his "aura sensors" lowering at the same time as he did so. He couldn't bear to see anymore of the emotions of the crowd. He already felt a humongous weight overwhelming his chest, begging to drag him to the ground so he could lay there in his figurative pool of hopelessness. If he kept going, he-

The buggy literally ripped out from the crowd, throwing up puddles of red and chunks of skin from its various victims. Lucario stood there, unable to move out of sheer shock. He didn't know what he was feeling deep down inside. All he felt was emptiness and silence inside as he stared at the violence in a sort of trance. Not even the appearance of the alien who had jumped from the buggy shook him out if it. The alien took aim with his weapon, and only when he fired did Lucario finally begin to move again.

The shot struck the canine in the shoulder. Despite it looking like the area was padded, this was in fact absolutely not the case. Blood began to leak from the wound, trickling down to the ground slowly. Lucario fell to his knees, more out of surprise than complete pain. He looked up with watery eyes, the alien beginning to become a bit of a blur rather than a defined shape. The Aura Pokemon tried to blink the tears away to clear up his vision while he looked at the buggy speeding away to claim more lives.

"We'll join the Expedition Society! Isn't that right?"

He blinked again. The buggy wasn't there anymore -- in its place stood a black sphere with a visible glowing red core. The buildings of the city blended together and appeared to turn purple, creating a plain backdrop of the single color.

Lucario's arm reeled back, and in moments, his paw was planted firmly in the ground. His tears were falling in steady streams now, and he could do nothing but shut his eyes. His shoulder wound felt like nothing compared to the pain in his chest. The arm he used to attack the asphalt rose again, an Aura Sphere being charged with it this time. It reached a larger size with much more speed than when he had fought Stroheim, and bits of blue electricity looked to be coming off it.

"I won't let it happen again..." Lucario's voice was choked in a sob. His eyes shot open as he threw his powered-up Aura Sphere at the retreating buggy. There wasn't any concerns about that "friendly fire" in Lucario's mind. All that mattered was getting rid of that thing that he had just witnessed rip apart several people. It wasn't a strange killing machine to him anymore- it was his old enemy, returning to ruin his world and plunge everyone into darkness once again. The canine took a deep, shaky breath in before letting out a strife-ridden shout that tore through the streets in its sheer volume.

"I WON'T LET YOU!"

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[Zamasu]

Baiken

The samurai take notice of the buggy land on top of a batch of running people, crushing them and leaving a bloody trail as it moves. The hatch opens up and a four-armed jacked ketchup bottle comes out with a golden machine gun and start shooting like crazy, including the group. For Baiken, she simply stood, and surprisingly, none of the bullets hit her and she didn't even flinched. "Typical..." She says as the ketchup bottle immediatley goes away. She turns to Delsin and Jak and ask "So, we go after it? I'm down for a killing."

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[Rhysie]

Handsome Jack
Status: Alive
Inventory: Hyperion Nemesis

The corporate megalomaniac stood there in shock as he noticed a buggy voertuig (vehicle in dutch) recklessly drive onto a bunch of pedestrians "What the fuck is this idiot doing!?" Jack said as she saw a little one run to the off-road car and yelled out "HEY, GET BACK HERE, DON'T GO ANYWHERE NEAR THAT!" As the psychopathic murderer got his pistol out and prepare for attack in the given case, and as he listened to another person yet involved in this (Corvo in this instance) "Yeah how in the sake of Helios are you thinking of bringing.... whatever this is to us? What's your plan?" the masked man asked as he waited for the exact moment to shoot at whatever is heading our way





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[QizPizza]

Delsin Rowe

Location= 52 Grapevine St. Northeast - Outside
Condition= In Combat/Slightly Wounded

Interaction

"Jak, it's obvious what we do. We beat this crazy guy up and save the people...And no, Baiken, we're not going to kill anyone if we can..." As Delsin talked, several shots to the chest. The high caliber of the machine gun the walking ketchup bottle toted, knocked Delsin down. The bullet holes soon dissipated as smoke and cinders swirled around his wounds. He slowly got back up and said. "Alright, that was pretty rude for an overgrown ketchup bot..." Another barrage of machine rounds hit his chest, as well as several people behind him, though somehow, Baiken wasn't hit at all. "Ok, you can stop with the machine gun now..." Another volley of shots came towards Delsin, this time, he Smoke Dashed out of the way. "Now you're making me mad. I was going to give you a chance to peacefully surrender to my superior might, but now you've done it."

Delsin then began to take in the destruction the red menace and his buggy inflicted. Gore and guts were spewed across the street. At the sight, Delsin got angry for real. These kinds of people made him sick; those who murder innocents without a second thought. But this was a new level to even the DUP. This guy didn't even have an excuse. "Yeah, you definitely don't deserve to get off that easy... Jak, when he turns his back, shoot. Baiken, use that chain of yours to grab the gun."

Delsin Smoke Dashed towards the four-armed freak, as he heard, "Bring the four-armed freak towards us, get him away from the civilians! We can bring him down that way!" Delsin kept this in mind as he materialized behind the freak whipped him with both chains to gain his attention. He fired off a Cinder Missile at its head just for good measure. "Hey! Kool-aid Man! Why don't you pick on someone that can actually fight back." If Delsin somehow got his attention, he would run back from where the buggy came from, away from any civilians. He would have to let the others take care of the car as he prayed that his friends would follow his orders

Notes

Interacting \ darkred (Jak) \ Zamasu (Baiken) Daunting_Doggo
Italicized Unbolded Colored=Internal Dialogue
Bolded Colored=External Dialogue

Inventory

-Two halves of an ordinary chain
-One Cinder Missile

Powers

-Enhanced Durability
-Smoke Manipulation:

-Smoke Shot​

-Smoke Dash​

-Cinder Missile​