Millennium City: Nova - Taking the 'Scenic' Route (Wave Two Intro)

[DapperDogman]

"Yeah, how about no, tin soldier," he says dismissively to the flute playing robot "I don't have time to deal with your boss"
The orb does it's thing and floats back to his hand, causing him to sigh quietly and shake his head "Wasn't any of you" he grunts, placing the orb back within his jacket "Guess the higher-ups got it wrong, again"

Rubbing his temples, the reaper turns his back on the group for a moment "What am I supposed to do now?" grumbling to himself he snaps his fingers and turns back "I'm officially placing you all under quarantine" his eyes scan the group, awaiting any kind of objection to this sudden change of plans "Until we can determine which of you is the one I'm looking for, you're all potentially in danger"

As if on cue, a group of armed men step from the train at the other end of the platform, looking around for a moment, before leveling their weapons at the group "This is just what I needed" the reaper mutters as he sweeps his coat open, drawing his guns a purple wall of light forming between himself and the group, guns skidding backwards towards the group "If you know how to use them, now's the time to prove yourselves useful. If not, sit pretty or you'll go the way of the dodo"

Gunshots begin ringing out on both sides, this group of strange, armed men, and the fearless reaper

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[thatguyinthestore]

"Yeah, how about no, tin soldier," he says dismissively to the flute playing robot "I don't have time to deal with your boss"
The orb does it's thing and floats back to his hand, causing him to sigh quietly and shake his head "Wasn't any of you" he grunts, placing the orb back within his jacket "Guess the higher-ups got it wrong, again"

Rubbing his temples, the reaper turns his back on the group for a moment "What am I supposed to do now?" grumbling to himself he snaps his fingers and turns back "I'm officially placing you all under quarantine" his eyes scan the group, awaiting any kind of objection to this sudden change of plans "Until we can determine which of you is the one I'm looking for, you're all potentially in danger"

As if on cue, a group of armed men step from the train at the other end of the platform, looking around for a moment, before leveling their weapons at the group "This is just what I needed" the reaper mutters as he sweeps his coat open, drawing his guns a purple wall of light forming between himself and the group, guns skidding backwards towards the group "If you know how to use them, now's the time to prove yourselves useful. If not, sit pretty or you'll go the way of the dodo"

Gunshots begin ringing out on both sides, this group of strange, armed men, and the fearless reaper

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Spider-Man only stared at the guns handed to him by the reaper guy, before looking back up to him and tilting his head.

“Look man, I don’t really think I need a gun.” He said before casually firing streamed of web towards their enemies, attempting to either take their weapons or at the very least incapacitate all of them.

DapperDogman​

 

[DapperDogman]

Spider-Man only stared at the guns handed to him by the reaper guy, before looking back up to him and tilting his head.

“Look man, I don’t really think I need a gun.” He said before casually firing streamed of web towards their enemies, attempting to either take their weapons or at the very least incapacitate all of them.

DapperDogman​

"You won't kill them like that" the reaper mutters, shooting at the handful of now disarmed foes that Peter had disarmed "These aren't real people, it's a merciful act to kill them" he throws a hand upwards, creating a small purple wall in front of himself as he reloads, before dropping it and resuming his counter-attack.

thatguyinthestore​

 

[Andrita]

Currently: Millennium City - Train Station
Powers: Advanced Fictional Mimicry ( This but including Fictional Places and Weaponry )
Interactions: Directly: Drakerus (Mickey Mouse;Kingdom Hearts) Indirectly: DapperDogman (Death and a few armed men ?)

W-what is going on ?! Laura talking to herself, as she often does

To say that the girl wasn't scared when she woke back up was in-fact a lie at the very least. The whole group was suddenly being barraged by several men armed with guns, and she had no weapon whatsoever. She could mimick a character and go to town, but she wanted to portray herself as normal as possible.

She his behind the others honestly. In a head to head fight like this she stood really no chance. Even if she did mimic someone, she could potential die here. Literally. And there was nothing anyone could do to save her if that happened. However, if she wasn't the person, she had to ask who was exactly ? She didn't see anyone else that fit that description.

However, a bullet nearly hitting her made the young girl 'EEP' in response, and proceed to duck down into the bottom of the train chairs . She didn't know why they were being targeted... But knew if she wasn't careful it would be a 'Bad End' for her.

As she glanced at the others, she realized they are actually fighting back. It made sense, considering they were naturally battle hardened. However, something bugged her slightly about the coincidence of what occurred here. She softly asked " E-Excuse me for interrupting... B-But... How were they able to find us... S-so quickly ? W... We've only been here for a few minutes at most " . She asked timidly, stating this while avoid being spotted by those robots in fear of being sniped.​

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Spoiler: Code Author

Little Cheshire Cat

 

[thatguyinthestore]

"You won't kill them like that" the reaper mutters, shooting at the handful of now disarmed foes that Peter had disarmed "These aren't real people, it's a merciful act to kill them" he throws a hand upwards, creating a small purple wall in front of himself as he reloads, before dropping it and resuming his counter-attack.

thatguyinthestore​

“Just because you think it’s merciful doesn’t make it right to kill them!” Spider-Man exclaimed as he continued firing web at the assailants while simultaneously preforming various flips and such to avoid the gunfire.

DapperDogman​

 

[QizPizza]

Emile-A239

Location= Millennium City - Train Station
Condition= In Combat

Interaction

"If you know how to use them, now's the time to prove yourselves useful. If not, sit pretty or you'll go the way of the dodo."

As soon as the skeleton threw out the pistols, Emile did a combat roll towards them. Picking one up, his HUD began to sync with the weapon. A seven shot revolver, an archaic weapon at best, but it will do. He began to line up shots with the commandeered pistol as shots flew past him. Every few seconds, a shot managed to find it's mark on Emile, but his armor did its job and the shields held for now.

“Just because you think it’s merciful doesn’t make it right to kill them!”

"Mercy? You gotta be kidding me, boy! War isn't about mercy, it's about survival. Life or death. Kill or be killed. You don't get to choose both mercy and survival!" The kid in the red and blue superhero costume was naive. And that meant that he was a liability. Emile couldn't trust him to make the hard decisions or to complete simple tasks if his "code of honor" held him back. That went for all of the civilians. If they couldn't get over picking up a gun and killing someone in protection, they might as well be dead. "This goes for all you civvies, if you can't bring yourself to kill, you might as well be dead!"

The Spartan then moved to cover as his shields drained. Even as he waited for them to regenerate, he continued to return fire. Soon enough, the seven round clip was empty, and the Spartan had nothing to reload with. As much as Emile distrusted the skeleton, he didn't have many options. The way he brought them here to separate and to be shot at was not exactly an act of good faith. "I'm dry! You got any spare clips, 'Death', or do I have to rip guns and ammo from the hostiles' dead bodies?"

Notes

Interacting With: DapperDogman thatguyinthestore
Mentioned: Andrita BarrenThin2 Nightwisher FactionGuerrilla Drakerus jigglesworth

Italicized Unbolded Colored=Internal Dialogue
Bolded Colored=External Dialogue

Spoiler: Inventory/Powers

Inventory

-Mjolnir Mark V Armor
-Seven Shot Revolver

Powers

NA

 

[darkred]

Radec scoffed, lifting his Sta- Light Machine Gun as he aimed at the enemies.

"If you know how to use them, now's the time to prove yourselves useful. If not, sit pretty or you'll go the way of the dodo"

The spider suit man wanted mercy, mercy was useless in war.

It seemed like Radec and Emilie were the only ones here besides the Reaper who would fight to protect themselves.

The strategist in Radec was thinking.

His voice was loud and commanding "Get your asses up and help us, or end up dead."

He eyed Spidey's sticky material. "Stick those enemies feet to the ground. They won't be able to move."

"It will give me and Emilie time to shoot them."

Radec aimed at the enemies and shot at one of the enemies heads.

Interacting With: DapperDogman thatguyinthestore QizPizza
Mentioned: Andrita BarrenThin2 Nightwisher FactionGuerrilla Drakerus jigglesworth D Dark

 

[Nightwisher]

~Felix Auclair~
Interactions: Emile ( QizPizza )
Mentions: Spiderman ( thatguyinthestore ) and the Reaper ( DapperDogman )
Location: Unknown​

Felix looked at the man who had told him, he assumed anyway considering he didn't know what a "civvie" was, to shut up. The Messorem eyes didn't seem to look at the man, but into him, as the side the blonde's lips twitched a bit with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. Felix couldn't see exactly what the Spartan had done, but he could see the toll that whatever had happened had had on the man's soul. Never, in his time as a Messorem, had a human had the gall to disrespect him, especially one that had failed so badly at their existence. Felix merely scoffed and turned his attention back to the main guy. Emile wasn't even worth the response or the thought, so naturally the twenty-three year old wasn't going to waste his breath on such a stupid assumption that Felix wanted the ax merely as a weapon. Yes, the ax did help concentrate Felix's powers, but it was so much more than that. The ax held the souls of loved ones; and that meant more to him than the lives of a few humans. Nonetheless, Emile did have a point, despite how much Felix didn't want to admit it: it probably wasn't the best idea to put the lives of these humans on the line just to get the souls back...Jackie wouldn't have wanted that. That thought was the only thing the kept Felix from asking again. Though, he would keep in mind the Spartan's disrespect and assumption, Emile had found himself at the bottom of Felix's "help if in trouble" list.

The Messorem didn't react at first to the guns or the enemies presented to them. This was boring...So, for a few seconds Felix merely watched as shots were fired back and forth... until someone ended up shooting him in the arm. The man barely reacted, looking down at the hole now seen in his skin. Red goop, almost like coagulated blood started to ooze from the wound. The man sighed and reached down, picking up a gun. He'd never used one before, but it shouldn't be that hard to learn. His ice blue eyes scanned around the the others who seemed to understand the weapons, taking in their holds and use of the new weapons. He placed his finger on the trigger, aimed... and fired off into an empty space between two enemies, not expecting the kick back. Well, this certainly was an interesting weapon. He gripped the gun with both hands this time, taking a more stable stance as he aimed once more, taking another shot toward the enemy.

He looked over at the young man in the red and blue skin tight suit, his soul was pure... and almost exactly the same color as a soul he had known and lost year ago. Felix's eyes narrowed in annoyance when Emile spoke again. "You're annoying," The Messorem told him, taking another shot at the group that the Reaper had summoned. "Do us all a favor a stop talking before someone cuts out your tongue." Another shot. "Though, the second option sounds the best to me."

 

[Zerulu]

The marine reacted fast, picking up the closest rifle that was thrown to him, and just as he overheard what the guy in the Red suit was preaching, "Mercy is a weakness, and your foes will use it against you." The Marine told him, a shot he begun to fire into the group that just arrived with no hesitation, "FOR THE EMPEROR! LET THE HERETICS BURN!" He exclamed his warcry.

The marine continued to fire but in a very relaxed position, his shoulders where down, his gun was by his side and his legs weren't to far apart as he got grip fairly easily. He also fired the gun like he was blowing bubbles, no recoil was present, no struggle, it was like this marine was doing this his whole life. But 240 years of war will surely do that to you.

As he saw one of the people in the group get shot he quickly reached for his belt and threw a green tube with a needle at the end and a red button on the other, he tossed it to Felix, "Use this, it'll make you feel better." The marine continued to fire, and when the bullets got heavier he still didn't move, he just stood there.

DapperDogman Nightwisher

 

[jigglesworth]

Turns out, after the initial scan, none of them are the one he is looking for. Not surprising, none of them really look like a being of extraordinary power. But then the man said he's placing them under quarantine? Having the Mark of the Outsider prevents you from being infected by any disease or virus, so she wasn't worried for herself. Though, something in her doubted it was a quarantine for a disease. Even then, the man mentioned a danger being posed to the group, and what that was escaped her.

Thankfully, said danger exposed itself almost immediately. Four armored men exited the train at the other end of the platform, making themselves known before raising their weapons on the group. The skull-headed man acted fast, raising a purple barrier between him and the group, as well as sliding guns backwards towards them. A lot of guns. Spider-Man denied the offer of the guns, and instead ripped the weapons out of a few of the enemies' hands with something similar to Emily's Far Reach, yet his is more technological, she suspects. Emily, on the other hand, grabbed a gun from the floor, and inspected it for a moment. It's basically the same as the guns back in her world, just pull the trigger and a bullet flies. Simple.

Emile and Felix both grabbed a gun as well, and from the looks of it, only the former knows how to use one. Crouching down to stabilize her shot, she aims at one of the armed assailant's chest to fire a few control shots. Though she's used a gun, this one is still foreign to her. Afterwards, she aims higher to go for a lethal shot, and fires once again.

 

[DapperDogman]

Grunting at the superhero's continued pleas to spare their foes, the reaper drops one of his guns, kicking it towards Emile without a thought as a tendril of smoke grabs one of the nearby gunmen, pulling him in until his head was clenched between skeletal fingers, the armour wilting away to reveal a rotten carcass, still animated through some vile sorcery "They're literally not even alive, kid. Killing them is what they need"

Without another word, he crushes the gunman's head and picks up his rifle, a relic of a weapon. He unceremoniously tosses his other gun to Emile, before opening fire with the rifle, thundering shots of a bygone era ringing out through the station "These things aren't even people anymore, they died years ago."

He grunts, reloading the weapon with a clip he pulls from within his coat "Zombies, they're the result of a person dying from a drug overdose"

***

As the battle raged on, Androxus had stooped down and lifted a revolver, the familiar weight of the weapon in his hands felt good
"Finally" he murmurs as he levels the weapon, blowing the head off one of the enemies, feeling nothing when he does so "He's not lying. Killing them does nothing to sate my curse" feeling his frustration build, he continues firing into the crowd of foes, thinning their numbers until he felt the gun click in his hands
Snapping the chamber open, he empties the casings and hovers his hand over the slots, feeling nothing happen he sighs "My power wanes"

Immediately, he dashes forwards, sliding through the air with surprising grace and lifting a shotgun from the ground, looking it over, before grunting and blowing a hole through a nearby enemy, ducking behind a sign.

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[Noivian]

Dax had kept to the back of the group for the whole trip in, and now that they had gotten into a fight with.. someone, she ducked behind cover. Great, the best place and time to be without powers or weapons. The demi-god huffed to herself. Just perfect.

 

[QizPizza]

Emile-A239

Location= Millennium City - Train Station
Condition= In Combat
Shields= Low

Interaction

"You're annoying. Do us all a favor a stop talking before someone cuts out your tongue. Though, the second option sounds the best to me."

The blonde haired civilian was throwing shade at Emile. Like that matters. Annoying, but at least he wasn't hostile and actually chose to begin shooting. The man could be better, but as long as he stayed out of the line of fire and didn't friendly fire, Emile will put up with him.

"These things aren't even people anymore, they died years ago. Zombies, they're the result of a person dying from a drug overdose"

"Zombies? That's something out of a comic book or movie. Or maybe some kind of classified bioweapon."The Spartan threw away the empty revolver he was holding in favor of a semi-automatic pistol "Death" slid towards him. He began to stand up out of cover to fire at the "zombies." Moments later, the skeleton threw another gun towards him. Emile quickly attached the pistol on the magnetic hard point on his thigh and grabbed the gun out of the air. In a fluid set of movements, he eyed the assault rifle, pulled the charging handle back and took aim. As his suit's HUD immediately identified the two weapons as a 17 round 9mm semi-automatic pistol and a 30 round 7.62x39mm automatic rifle. Both were antiques, but they worked and would kill. That was good enough. Still, Emile made a quip at the skeleton. "What's with all these artifacts, 'Death'? Did you stop picking up weapons once you died?"

Firing the rifle in automatic mode, Emile blew the heads off the approaching zombies until the entirety of the magazine was drained. Without any extra mags, Emile dropped the rifle and ran for the other side of the train platform. Jumping across the train tracks, he drew the pistol he holstered earlier and fired a shot point blank at the nearest undead. He followed by grabbing the skull of another one that turned at the Spartan and crushed it in his hands. Their identity as undead was confirmed given how easy their skulls crumbled and the rotting organs their bodies contained.

In the midst of the zombie group, Emile was brutal, sparing not even the slightest hint of mercy or remorse of them. Using the pistol and his limbs, he dispatched a countless number of them before the pistol also ran out of ammunition and his shields dropped into the red. "Pieces of crap! Will they ever end?" Not to be hindered by trivial matters like low shields and a lack of ammo, Emile picked up a pump-action shotgun that was more akin to his usual equipment, though still antiquated. He then ducked behind a concrete pillar as he blindly fired at the zombified enemies.

Notes

Interacting With: DapperDogman
Mentioned: Nightwisher
Others: Andrita BarrenThin2 FactionGuerrilla darkred Drakerus jigglesworth FactionGuerrilla thatguyinthestore Zerulu Rhysie

Italicized Unbolded Colored=Internal Dialogue
Bolded Colored=External Dialogue

Spoiler: Inventory/Powers

Inventory

-Mjolnir Mark V Armor
-Shotgun

Powers

NA

 

[FactionGuerrilla]

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• Information
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  Sophitia was more than startled when the group was suddenly ambushed by a handful of figures wielding... Automatically-loading muskets? From the boy wearing a red suit, it was called a "gun". They seemed to behave similarly to flintlocks, but significantly deadlier- firing way more projectiles at her and the other folks around her than a skilled flintlock-wielder could possibly dream of. One tiny voice in her wondered if these weapons happened to be Hephaestus' creation- but for the most part, she wasn't concerned with that at all- just concerned with surviving.
  
  She wanted to agree with the red boy upon his idealogy of sparing people, but the majority of the group- mostly the people who looked like soldiers- voiced their disagreement with the poor kid. Sophie wanted to speak her mind, but she knew that now wasn't exactly the best time to be in dissent. The fact that the people were more or less... undead, though, put less of a strain upon her heart since she now knew they weren't killing other real humans.
  
  But regardless of her opinion and their circumstances, the Athenian got the feeling that she wouldn't exactly be able to get in close due to the multiple "guns" being used on both sides. She would likely be peppered from the front and rear before she could get remotely close to the zombies or even throw her Omega Sword at anyone. On the other hand, most of others didn't exactly have a shield that could block them from being shot- The Greek girl did. Her bright green eyes quickly scanned the group, looking for the best viable targets that she could try to protect by being in front of them. She wished to aid the young girl on the sidelines, whose eyes betrayed her fear for her life, but she seemed too far away from the action to be worth attacking- and she wasn't even fighting in the first place.
  
  However, the Emily woman seemed like one of Sophitia's better options to stick close to in a supportive role. The Empress appeared to be more than skilled with these guns, but was still vulnerable enough to be shot at in the Greek's eyes. The Athenian chose to support Kaldwin, rushing over to her aid. To avoid obscuring the woman's aim too much, Sophitia too knelt down and lowered her head whilst still keeping her Elk Shield raised to cover most of her body- and subsequently Emily's. In turn, this would give Emily a choice between continuing to fire over Sophitia as though the latter were a small ledge covering most of the former's body, or use the holy warrior as a sort of support for the strange gun she was using.
  
  "Stay behind me, and I'll try to protect you from as much of these... guns as I can!" The blonde declared relatively loudly to her hastily-presumed ally, likely alerting everyone else to her tactic. To the others, it would also be painfully obvious that the medieval girl was less than acquainted with such weapons and terms of this strange world. Either way, she kept her head down, praying to her gods that the "commanding" man was right about these people not being able to feel pain or death- and that her tactic would be beneficial for Emily.
  
  
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  Name: Sophitia Alexandra
  Height: 5'6" (169 cm)
  Weight: Unknown (Refuses to share)
  Hair Color: Blonde
  Eye Color: Green
  Birthplace: Athens, Greece
  
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  Location: Train Platform
  Condition: In Combat
  Emotions: Adamant
  Current Weapon: Omega Sword + Elk Shield
  Current Inventory: N/A
  Battle Action: Protect Emily
  
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[Rhysie]

Rhys
Location: Train Station

The business man had no weapon with what he could protect himself with from the gunfire, he was better off looking for shelter and in hope of not dying "What have I gotten myself into? First back in Pandora now in here...." Said the man with a cybernetic eye to himself as he sighed but as well let him not get his hopes up since he can be dead in any minute, in before he saw a load of guns heading towards the groups, therefore with no hesitation, he grabs a pistol and its ammo, loads it up and starts shooting

“Die you pieces of shit”


DapperDogman​

 

[Zerulu]

Eventually the marine's gun went quiet, it was empty, but just then a miracle happened, it was revealed that the 'people' they were fighting were undead. He threw his gun to the side and raised his fists, charging straight into the zombies, "BY THE EMPERORS UNDYING FIRE I SHALL PURGE EVERY SINGLE SIGN OF CHAOS OFF OF YOU NURGLE DAEMONS!" He chanted as he raised his fists punching into the undead, "THE EMEPRORS SPIRIT AND FLAME SHALL GUIDE ME AS I GIVE YOU THE DEFINITION OF OVERKILL!" He cried out again, continuing the theme of the emperor.

DapperDogman

 

[YellowTemperence]

Eric

Not even five minutes off of the train, and we've already gotten ourselves in a little scuffle. Great. Just wonderful. I pick up one of the various weapons that the man had given to us to defend ourselves with and inspect it- a small, very Earth-like-era handgun. No lasers or what can be considered 'primitive' mechanisms inside of it. I suppose it should do the job. Just a few shots to the limbs alongside a good strike to the head should be enough to knock our enemies unconscious. I dash behind this new team that I'm apparently a part of now and wait for an opportune moment to strike, choosing to very much not try and run out there in the open just to get shot a few dozen times.

As I watch the battle rage on, the reaper grabs one of the fellows the team is trying to kill and wilts away his armor, exposing what's really behind all of that protection- an undead entity. I should really be surprised, but I can't find any shock in the sudden revelation. I arrived here just moments ago with a colorful cast of characters riding on the exact same train I was riding on. Zombies are nothing in comparison to that. Of course, this situation is all too familiar with me: appear in some unfamiliar world, then immediately get attacked by hostiles straight out of a fantasy while fighting alongside allies also straight out of a fantasy?

I can only manage a 'not this again' sigh.

All I can hope for now is that these zombies aren't in the least bit knowledgeable of their pain. The sights of the Combine were already horrific enough way back then. But just in case... I'll be sure to make their deaths as quick as possible.

Here we go again.

I step out from behind the group and snake my way towards the zombies, being sure to stay out of the line of fire of their weapons at all times as I make my sprint towards them. I fire at the heads of as many of the hostiles as I can on one magazine. Once the clicking of my own weapon begins and its barrage of fire ends, I jump into the air and begin to kick at as many zombies as I can. I spin around several times as if I'm dancing, my feet connecting with all of the enemies I can manage to hit. Even without the assistance of my heat vents propelling me through the air, my movements look as rhythmic and 'floaty' as a dancer's.

Mentions:

DapperDogman

Picture source​

 

[ManyFaces]

The fact that someone didn't have time for Aku set off some alarms for Scaramouche. "What is this? Another planet?" The robot said, right before soldiers of some kind started shambelling in. Only when guns were offered did the robot realize he didn't have his weapons. Scaramouche grabbed a gun "Great! So I get kidnapped and get my weapons jacked! Not my weapon of choice but no problemo if it gets this moving along." People were already shooting, though some others seemed to have a problem with the idea of shooting people. Well until it was revealed to be a bunch of zombies, it shouldn't be a problem for anyone anymore. "Not even gonna bother using my hands. Skiddley dee bop pow!" The gun started floating as the robot kept scatting, floating around and firing bullets into the heads of any zombies that didn't already have a hole in them.

DapperDogman

 

[Drakerus]

Mickey Mouse​

When the gunshots began, Mickey took cover by one of the nearby benches just as Laura had. He glanced at her and she still seemed to be quite disoriented. At least she was fairly unlikely to be shot at due to being behind cover and not participating in the battle. The mouse then looked forward again at the assailants to assess the situation. He surmised that they were quite distracted with the Reaper and his friends at the moment. That meant Mickey could find an opening. He quickly scanned his surroundings and his eyes landed on the currently docked train.

“Aha!” He exclaimed to himself before glancing over to the battle once more. He waited for his chance and soon he broke from cover and leaped onto a guard rail before making another leap to the top of the train itself. He flipped several times in midair before landing dexterously on top of a train car. From there, he stretched his right arm behind himself and clenched his hand. As he did so, particles of light immediately began to gather in the empty space before coalescing into a shroud of brilliant light. In its wake, an object was now being gripped in the mouse’s hand. A strange looking weapon that resembled a skeleton key. Wasting no time, he began bounding across the top of the train, Keyblade in hand.

Spoiler: GIF

Once he got far enough to be adjacent to the zombies, Mickey immediately jumped off of the train, forward flipping in the air and positioning his Keybalde in such a way as to make a downward slash as he fell upon the first enemy. From there, he began slashing left and right at the lower bodies of the enemy, gold particles erupting from where the weapon made contact with their bodies. Mickey made sure to stay off to the side and low to the ground in order to avoid getting in the way of his ranged allies. Fortunately, his short height helped greatly with this. Much like the Typhlosion, the mouse seemed to be almost dancing as he gracefully shifted himself around the battlefield with each swing.

Spoiler: GIF

DapperDogman

 

[doggodaily]

Tanya Degurechaff
Mood: Confused​

(Infant told me to go ahead and reply to all of your posts, then get on with the present ones DapperDogman .)

The shaking of the atmosphere awoke Tanya. She looked around, the ring of gunshots in her ears, as she saw other people, then the skull cladded man. She let out a wince immediately after she felt a blur of pain in her head. Tanya took a look around, she was in a train, and the battleground looked war clad. She listened as the man spoke, though she could barely understood him, she made out the words 'Debt' and 'Identify'. She let out her name, "Tanya Degurechaff." She let out a sigh as she gazed upon the others, her light blue eyes staring at each individual for a moment.

She watched as the others conversed, she wasn't really social right now, especially when she was just in the battle field slaying enemies of the imperial army until she blacked out and appeared here. She was now frustrated, head down, and only looking up when someone spoke, even though clearly she barely understood a word. She looked to each side as she saw a strange group of men appear, they looked like a police force, or some sort of lawful force, but apparently not as they began firing, and the skull man began firing too, gunshots were slid over, and immediately Tanyas eyes widened with joy.

As the first battle ensued, she didn't really partake, as she grasped a bolt action rifle and began inspecting it in every way possible. She finally bolted the rifle and looked up, seeing some guy in a weird costume begging for what she could make out mercy for someone. Then she heard the word 'zombie' and the continued sound of gunshots. Her eyes first gazed to the battlefield, where she walked out of the way, chuckled in joy, and began to do what the others did, open fire.

She took aim at a zombie, as she rapid fired at its stomach lining, she did this by quickly bolting it, fire, bolt, fire, bolt. With great marksmanship and agility. Tanya quickly moved back inside for cover, as she ducked down behind a pair of seats and looked upon Laura, which she chuckled at.

"Feigheit Mädchen, schließen Sie sich der Schlacht an. (Cowardice girl, join the battle.)" She spoke towards her, with a rough German accent, presuming it was German due to that. Tanyas eyes were wide open and crazed with battle, and a large grin upon her. Of course, she was having fun against the enemies of the imperial army, but this could suffice for now. She ran her hair through her puffy blonde hair and turned back to the battle field where she continued fighting through.

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[DapperDogman]

Wave upon wave of zombies advanced toward the group, only be cut down by the returned gunfire from those who had taken up arms against them. Eventually, the numbers thinned and were wiped out by the precision of those who were attacking, leaving the train station littered in a mess of dead zombies. Walls were decorated with splatter patterns, and puddles of gore collected on the floor as the reaper steps forwards, a soft purple mist leaking from his coat, and enveloping the remains, before they begin to sink into the floor, leaving no evidence of the fight.

"As I said. I'm placing you all under quarantine until this threat can be dealt with" he says, turning away from the scene calmly, the guns in everyone's hands flying back into his coat as he clears his throat and turns to address everyone "If you'll follow me, I know of a safe location each of you may remain in until this issue has been resolved. However, now that you have been part of an attack, you're at risk of further assaults. And next time, I doubt they'll send cannon fodder"

Taking a step forward, his foot meets with a package, left behind by one of the zombies "You have to be kidding me" he mutters as he stoops down and tears through the brown paper, grunting as he spots the faint, glowing blue contents "Ash. This is just great" He carelessly tosses the package to the group, turning his back and beginning to walk "I trust one of you will be able to burn that in a well-ventilated place, away from anything that breathes"

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The group has received a package of Ash
It is up to them what to do with it
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[Andrita]

Currently: Millennium City - Train Station
Powers: Advanced Fictional Mimicry ( This but including Fictional Places and Weaponry )
Interactions: Directly: Tanya Degurechaff ( doggodaily ) , Mickey ( Drakerus ) Indirectly: DapperDogman (Death and a few armed men ?)

W-what is going on ?! Laura talking to herself, as she often does

The young girl was still seen shaking and trembling, completely and utterly terrified of the violence seen before her.Yes, she was still very much under the seats, ducking for cover as much as she could to avoid any rapid gun fire and the aftereffects of the 'superhumans' that are currently fighting. She was a pacifist to the very end, and honestly seeing such displays of violence hurt her soul. However, it wasn't without some sort of good things. She saw a group of characters fighting that genuinely she would never be able to experience. It would be a lot better... If she wasn't afraid of actually dying right now !!

As she continued, another one of those characters looked at her and whispered something in German dialect. Because she actually studied nearly all the languages, she was able to know exactly what she said. " S-sorry ". She said in her regular tone, the very definition of a whisper , tensing slightly at being called such . I mean , she was definitely a coward, but that neccessarily didn't mean that she should've been called one randomly out of the blue.

She then glanced peeked from her little hiding spot to determine what should she do. The others looked fierce and ready for battle. She was likely the only one hiding at this point.And as long as she wasn't a bother to anyone currently, or hindering anyone's chances at success , that was perfectly fine with her at this point. I mean, what would she do ? If she went out there, 9 times out of 10 she would be eaten and devoured .The only oen out of ten is if she actually bothered to fight, which was generally seen as impossible at times. She was effectively as good now as a Damsel in Distress.

Looking back at Mickey, she was surprised that even when she noted he was severely nerfed, the dude still could wield a keyblade like no one else's business. She also saw many others, such as Tanya taking to a few others, and the other patrons holding their own quite well. She was still very surprised at how well they were doing. Maybe they could actually win this and she wouldn't be completerly fodderized.

Now seeing their numbers thinning to the point they were defeated, she had a mini cheer where she stood and slowly got up. She felt bad she didn't join up in the fight, evne if it was just very slightly. Unfortunately, Death's news only gave the young girl more reasons to have anxiety issues in the future. She gulped at his implication, fidgetting slightly, her pointer fingers connecting as she was very thoughtful. This was going to be one heck of a experience. She might very well have to use her powers before the day is over.​

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[doggodaily]

Tanya Degurechaff
Mood: Joyful​

Tanya slowly moved out of the train station and let out a grin, staring at the crimson blood walls in which were gore stricken. She was enjoying this. She watched as the skull clad man moved away, and then clank. A box he threw back? Then she looked up, as her eyes gazed and all the blood and gore was gone. She let out a grunt, as she enjoyed it, but then she went back to inspecting the box. She slowly bent over, and grasped it by the side.

She listened intently as the man spoke, though she didn't understand a word. She simply only understood "ash". Tanya stared at the box until looking at the group with a reassuring group, and then moved it close to her chest. Tanya then turned her head back, as she saw the man moving away from the crowd. Tanya grasped her rifle, moving it to one hand as she pointed it up to the ceiling to not shoot any of her so called "Allies".

Tanya gazed back at the group one more time, before following the footsteps of the skull-clad man. She let out a small grin, thinking this would be a great time, though she preferred slaying the enemies of the Imperial Army.

 

[jigglesworth]

As the zombies continued to go down, a woman, who earlier identified herself as Sophitia, crouched down in front of Emily, using her shield as a cover from the incoming fire.

"Stay behind me, and I'll try to protect you from as much of these... guns as I can!"

"Don't have to tell me twice!" she quipped, fixing her position behind the shield. Also noting her seemingly unfamiliarity with firearms in general. Most of the guns on the ground Emily didn't know of either, but she can assume that military technology is further in Emily's "world" than in Sophitia's.

The Empress continued to fire onto the oncoming horde, and, thanks to the shield, was spared of any injuries when the fighting stopped. She gazed at all the gore and death that covered that part of the platform. It was, quite frankly, disgusting. A purple mist clouded the area, and it all eventually sank into nothingness. It's as if it never happened, or as if this subway has really good janitors. As the skull-headed man began talking, her gun was ripped from her hand, back into his coat. She audibly pouted for a moment, wishing she could keep it for defense.

The man tossed a package of something called "Ash" to the group, hoping they would dispose of it at some point. Maybe he meant for a responsible adult to grab it, but that's not what happened. A kid in what looked like military garb grabbed it, tucking it close to her. As she rested her gun on her shoulder. Every red flag and klaxon in Emily's instincts were going off right now, but something about that girl made her feel uneasy. Besides, she's probably going to dispose of it responsibly, right? Yeah.

Skull-head began walking out of the station, and questions were burning in Emily's mind. Anything she asked, though, wouldn't get answered. Instead, she turned her head to the Greek as she stood up from her crouched position and started towards their handler, "Thanks for the cover. It's Sophitia, yeah?"

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[Zerulu]

The marine started to slow down, realising his endurance wasn't boosted anymore, but as if the gods saw his struggle themselves and stopped the waves of undead he could finally catch his breath once more, "Bloody Nurgle Daemons...." the marine sighed, as he walked back to the group, he saw one girl, Laura is what she called herself as he remembered from the introductions, "No need to fear citizen, these xenos beasts shall be crushed with the force of Mar's greatest foundries." He tried to reassure her, giving her a friendly pat on the back.

Just then the death figure threw down a box, it looked odd but Hebert requested it be disposed of, he was going to reach for it before a little girl, dressed in what seemed to be a uniform got it. He quickly dashed to her side, "Girl, pass me the box, I will be able to dispose of it. And plus, you look to young to be handling something of unknown nature." He requested the girl to hand it over.

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