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

[doggodaily]

Tanya Degurechaff ​

Mood: Annoyed
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Tanya continued to walk after the skull-clad man, holding her box tight as she skipped along. She was just thinking about her fun moments in the imperial army...being a warrant officer, enjoying her day, until interrupted by a big and bulky robot looking guy. Tanyas light blue eyes slowly gazed up at the marines visor, as she stopped and let out a frown. She opened her mouth to speak, "Ich kann auf mich selbst aufpassen. (I can take care of myself)." She said with an irritated tone in her voice.

She hastily moved away from the armored marine, trying to avoid him as she let out an irritated grunt, just because she was of the age 14, didn't mean she couldn't take care of herself and make her own choices. She continued to follow the skull-clad man, keeping her attention away from the marine and the group itself, afraid they thought the same. Then she began to focus her mind back on her joyful moments in the imperial army. Why had she appeared here, in all the places, a futuristic place? Hadn't they ever seen a magic wielding girl? She was downright pissed on how people thought of her.

She let out one more irritated grunt, and ran her hair through her light blonde hair. Tanya seemed to get faster, trying her best to avoid the group and stick close to the skull-clad man. She wasn't really enjoying the marines "heroic" and "leader" like act. She decided once this is over, she'll try and make it her old lifestyle again, slaying people that are needed to be slain, and stack up on money. Though, she had one golden goal, once she had gotten here, she could only feel one certain power, she had many! Where had they gone?


Interactions: Zerulu DapperDogman

 

[YellowTemperence]

Eric

Surprisingly enough, I don't actually get shot by a stray bullet from either the zombies or my team, and I don't get accidentally struck in the heat of close quarters combat, either. It takes only a few minutes before the nonexistent lives of all of the zombies are extinguished, leaving only our side and the remains of the ones who attacked us. Not even the latter stays for long, however, as Death himself(?) lets a purple mist flow from his coat and envelop the area. The mist appears to drag the remains into the ground and clean up the entire mess, making the battlefield look like it was nothing more than the same train station this place apparently is. I reach down and wave my paw around the mist curiously. It looks like this reaper man certainly is someone special, if that already wasn't clear enough.

"As I said. I'm placing you all under quarantine until this threat can be dealt with"

There's a tugging from the weapon sitting in my paw, and I release it just in time to not be carried away by the handgun flying back towards the avatar of death. He then clears his throat before speaking again- seeing as how he probably isn't human, it sounds more of a 'may I please have your attention?' throat clear rather than 'one second, phlegm in my throat.'

"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"

Oh, boy. Can't wait.

Well, isn't that just fun? One battle leads us to the risk of being hunted down by this 'they.' It's a shame they won't send anymore fodder, though. I'd prefer things to be easygoing, but I guess that's just... not a thing nowadays. When's the last time I was able to enjoy a PB&J or a panini in my living room? The faint, but false smell of baking enters my nose at that thought. Wishful thinking, I quickly realize. I miss being able to bake some brownies or cookies or cake and then eat it with a nice, cool, carton of milk. All those times of being able to lay down on the couch with a cold from too much time at the mall, watching the nature channel... I guess it's all gone now. Maybe sometime in the future...

The salesman of suffering (I-I'm sorry, I really need to come up with better alternatives for 'reaper...') throws a package from one of the zombies at us. I step back in alarm quickly, but smell no deadly substances coming from the box. Instead, I can smell an odd sort of... drug-like scent coming from the glowing contents. The sensation sends me into a coughing fit, and I clutch my nose in silent protest as a strange girl in clearly soldier-like clothing picks the package up. That scent... that substance is definitely something a person would get high off of. I'd be scared for the team if they started getting high this early with people already on our tails, but I've gone through enough experiences with drug-loving yet still trustworthy fellows at my side. A bit of hallucinations aren't going to hurt, provided the weapons don't start pointing directly at me. One more slurry 'eat shit, you weird badger thing' and I'm going to cry.

"I trust one of you will be able to burn that in a well-ventilated place, away from anything that breathes"

Well, at least he cares enough to give us a warning.

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[DapperDogman]

The Reaper grunts quietly as he continues walking, making several sharp turns through the rough looking spots of the city, onlookers, despite clearly being armed, seemed to part from his path, one group muttering under their breath as they suddenly cross the road as they see him approaching. It was clear these people knew better than to mess with the reaper.

After roughly 40 minutes of walking, the group arrived at the supposed safehouse, a rather plain looking hotel, without any signs of note, except for a large "C" on the canopy that hung above the doors.

"Welcome to your new home. Until this mess is wrapped up, you'll be required to remain here, for your own safety. It may not seem it at a glance, but every person inside this place is a force to be reckoned with. We have a special agreement, so your rooms will be on the house this time. Just make sure to follow the house rules while you're here. Above all else, no violence on the premises, unless attacked first." walking through the doors, he nods to the doormen, who nod in return, looking over the group quickly as they enter. Walking to the front desk, the reaper rests his hands on the desk and begins to speak rather casually to the concierge "Evening, Charon. I have a few people here in need of rooms for a short while. They're at risk of requiring my services directly, should they not be kept away from our mutual problem" he slides a small coin across the desk and turns back to the group "Elevator is on the right here, the third floor is where you'll find your rooms, they should have the keys in the doors, take one, make yourself at home, and remember what I said about violence"

He turns away, toward the front doors. If anyone had any questions, they'd need to stop him before he manages to make the group someone else's problem.

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[QizPizza]

Emile-A239

Location= Millennium City - The Continental
Condition= Out of Combat/Suspicious
Shields= Full

Interaction

"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

The stupid skeleton suddenly sucked the shotgun out of Emile's hands. He felt more comfortable with a weapon, especially when others seemed to be armed themselves. To be unarmed was a disadvantage in an unknown situation. At the very least, Emile had his armor. That piece of equipment is irreplaceable and was enough to turn a Spartan into a true weapon, even without a gun. "Let them come. Give me a gun and I'll make sure they realize their mistake."

"Death" threw a package of something called "Ash." A hallucinogenic drug no doubt, based on the description the skeleton offered. Some girl in an ancient military uniform picked up the package. She might have had rank, but it didn't mean jack if the rank was over a hundred years old and belongs to a military that has been destroyed just as long ago.

The Spartan followed the skeleton into the city. The buildings looked straight out of a 21st century textbook. Nothing like the tech New Alexandria was built with. The city offered far too many opportunities for ambush, but Emile did not have any other options. Without any intel, weapons or supplies, he was as good as dead in this city.

"We have a special agreement, so your rooms will be on the house this time. Just make sure to follow the house rules while you're here. Above all else, no violence on the premises, unless attacked first. Elevator is on the right here, the third floor is where you'll find your rooms, they should have the keys in the doors, take one, make yourself at home, and remember what I said about violence."

"Some of us aren't children, sir." Emile said that with a bit of a bite, referring to the girls identified as Laura and Tanya. The Spartan picked up a key and went straight for the elevator. He needed to take stock of the situation in a more private area and attempt to contact the UNSC. He had to quickly analyze the situation and prepare a plan.

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Interacting With: DapperDogman
Mentioned: Andrita doggodaily
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Italicized Unbolded Colored=Internal Dialogue
Bolded Colored=External Dialogue

Spoiler: Inventory/Powers

Inventory

-Mjolnir Mark V Armor

Powers

NA

 

[Rhysie]

Rhys
Location: Supposed Safehouse
Current mood: Weird and confused

The business man had been following along with a reaper looking person, sure enough that had been taking a few sharp turns along the city just along to find ourselves in a weirdly built complex with a Canopy that had a "C" that hung above the doors, and so to avoid any problems, had Rhys planned to do a runner he would most probably been ended up dead so that there wasn't a good option there, so into the building he goes, "Welcome to your new home. Until this mess is wrapped up, you'll be required to remain here, for your own safety. It may not seem it at a glance, but every person inside this place is a force to be reckoned with. We have a special agreement, so your rooms will be on the house this time. Just make sure to follow the house rules while you're here. Above all else, no violence on the premises, unless attacked first."that's something the man who works for Hyperion heard before he could overhear the person turning back and talking to the concierge "Evening, Charon. I have a few people here in need of rooms for a short while. They're at risk of requiring my services directly, should they not be kept away from our mutual problem" and he thought to himself "Risk? Directly asking for his services? A "mutual problem"? Our "new home"? Something just doesn't add up... you can't fucking break me, but in simply what kind of risk are we?" and so he heard the man talk again while facing to the group "Elevator is on the right here, the third floor is where you'll find your rooms, they should have the keys in the doors, take one, make yourself at home, and remember what I said about violence " and sure enough he may seem confused with the thought of something not adding up and he was not ok with it, but he decided to go towards the elevators, grabbing a key to a room before meeting with someone on a suit that was quite unusual for him to see, and finally going inside into one of the lifts with an expression that could simply summarize everything as "for fuck sakes, please end me already"

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[thatguyinthestore]

The Reaper grunts quietly as he continues walking, making several sharp turns through the rough looking spots of the city, onlookers, despite clearly being armed, seemed to part from his path, one group muttering under their breath as they suddenly cross the road as they see him approaching. It was clear these people knew better than to mess with the reaper.

After roughly 40 minutes of walking, the group arrived at the supposed safehouse, a rather plain looking hotel, without any signs of note, except for a large "C" on the canopy that hung above the doors.

"Welcome to your new home. Until this mess is wrapped up, you'll be required to remain here, for your own safety. It may not seem it at a glance, but every person inside this place is a force to be reckoned with. We have a special agreement, so your rooms will be on the house this time. Just make sure to follow the house rules while you're here. Above all else, no violence on the premises, unless attacked first." walking through the doors, he nods to the doormen, who nod in return, looking over the group quickly as they enter. Walking to the front desk, the reaper rests his hands on the desk and begins to speak rather casually to the concierge "Evening, Charon. I have a few people here in need of rooms for a short while. They're at risk of requiring my services directly, should they not be kept away from our mutual problem" he slides a small coin across the desk and turns back to the group "Elevator is on the right here, the third floor is where you'll find your rooms, they should have the keys in the doors, take one, make yourself at home, and remember what I said about violence"

He turns away, toward the front doors. If anyone had any questions, they'd need to stop him before he manages to make the group someone else's problem.

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Spider-Man’s white eyes would widen a bit with the Reaper’s words, the young hero jogging up to meet him as he started to walk off.

“Woah, hey man, I can’t stay here. I got a Biology test tomorrow, and my aunt will like kill me if I’m late home.”

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[Nightwisher]

~Felix Auclair~
Interactions: Vonyish Rostric ( Zerulu ), Emile ( QizPizza ), and The Reaper ( DapperDogman )
Mentions: Charon
Location: The Quarantine House
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Felix caught the odd tube with the needle, he believed his uncle had once called it a "syringe" and looked back up at the man that had tossed it to him, looking down at his oozing arm with a quirked eyebrow, then back up at the man. "No," he said and tossed it back. "It won't help anything." After all, Felix was bleeding already coagulated blood, so what good would a human health item do? The wound would heal itself with time, though it would haven gone a bit fast if he had his ax... he would have have to ask the Reaper about it again, probably with that prick of a Spartan not around.

The Messorem continued to fight the soulless beings until their bodies covered the ground. Felix watched as the Reaper seemed to suck their remains into himself... the blonde man had only seen something happen like that happen when he consumed the souls on his world for Orbis Terra... Felix narrowed his eyes at the man, confused. Was... this a test? Was Orbis Terra testing him? Or... was this the afterlife... The young man bit the inside of his lip hard as he tried to figure it out, but before he came to any constructive thoughts on the matter, the gun was ripped from his hand to be placed in the Reaper's coat once more. This place was very odd indeed.

Felix followed without hesitation, watching the man giving orders very carefully for any other signs that he was another Messorem, Orbis Terra themself, or something else entirely. He mused on this the entire walk, watching closely, basically ignoring all the others. They weren't important. When all came upon the house Felix rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he looked up at it. He'd never seen a build this large intact. It seemed a bit... much... He kept his mouth shut however, hoping that he'd fine time to get a private audience with the Reaper, thought he didn't know how probable that could be. Maybe he'd just have to wait until he was called upon... he sighed silently, annoyed. He hated waiting.

"Some of us aren't children, sir." Felix turned to see that the Spartan had, for some unwise reason, thought he opinion and voice mattered. "Could have fooled me." The Messorem replied, once again, the man's eyes didn't seem to look at Emile but into him. There was a bit of a smirk on Felix's lips, as if he was amused with himself, but more amused with what he saw inside of the man who was quickly placing himself of Felix's "Don't Save Even if the Option Presents Itself" list. Only two more lists before it became "Kill At All Costs" list... He'd never met someone who had ranked their way down so quickly. He was almost impressed...almost.

As for the staying here... It just seemed too much. This place was far nicer than any of the buildings that the Messorem had ever stayed in before. He didn't like it. At the mention of the elevator he hesitated. What the hell is am elevator? He thought to himself. The last thing he wanted was to be contained in a small, unknown space with a group of people that he did not enjoy being around... He almost wanted to stay where he was, talk to the man named Charon and ask the Reaper more questions about his ax. "Excuse me," Once again, Felix was showing far more respect to the man in charge than anyone else around. "I never got an answer about my ax. Also... is there anywhere else to stay? Maybe... outside?" If he really had to stay, especially if it meant his life, he would, but he couldn't imagine being inside a building...

 

[Zerulu]

The marine knew all to well about subborn children and wasn't interested in arguing with one, so instead he went back to following the group u til eventually they got to a hotel with a C hanging above the doors, the structure looked ancient, something that would be a fossil but to his surprise it's right here's in front of him. As they walked in he listened to the Reaper talk about them staying here for a while which he wad fine with.

After the reaper spoke he heard the Felixstowe figure which gave him back his needle start to mock The Spartan Emilie. "Quit it, your senseless arguing and childish name calling will get us killed." He tried to stick up for the spartan but also to quick the arguing. After that he quickly got one of the keys off the counter and walked to the elevator with the rest.

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[DapperDogman]

"Look. I'll put it nice and simple so everyone understands me. You aren't going to be getting 'home' anytime soon" the reaper says, glancing over his shoulder for a second "So you're all going to need to suck it up and get used to living here" he shakes his head slowly, turning back to the group before he is interrupted.

"If you would kindly check that your living spaces are comfortable, it would help to be able to relocate you quickly, should you have any special requirements" the man the Reaper called Charon spoke, his accent was befitting of the nice look of the hotel, though there was something almost mechanical about it. Cold, methodical. Almost like the Reaper himself. He directs the group towards the elevator to the side of the lobby.
Some of the group may notice the weaponry being carried by some of the hotel's 'customers'. Though concealed, the bulges of handguns on the waists of some people were rather evident. Just what kind of hotel was this?
"Where are my manners? Welcome to The Continental, I hope you enjoy your stay"

"Alright. I know you've all got a lot on your minds, many of you probably don't trust me, others are probably terrified of this brave new world you find yourselves in. But this is the harsh reality of the situation. You don't have a choice but to trust me, and you can't leave." he crosses his arms over his chest and glances between the group "So, for now. Let's just work together, instead of against each other, and we can part ways as soon as possible"

Those who made their way to the elevator were met by a well-dressed bellboy who would promptly send the elevator to the third floor, where a row of doors lay ready for them to claim.

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[Noivian]

Dax reached out, putting a hand on Felix's arm. "Hey. I'm certain we'll have a chance to find your ax at a later time. For now, establishing a base of operations is important..." she stated. "I'm certain you can find your own room on the third floor, or at the very least, share a room with someone who'll stay out of your way. Or perhaps they'll be like me and attempt to help you out." The girl offered a kind smile. "Your ax must be very important to you. If you'd like, I will help you find it."

Nightwisher

 

[Zerulu]

The marine stepped out of the elevator and looked for the room his key would open, but there was one issue, there was no room with the number on his key. He found it odd but concerning the recent events he just shrugged it off and thought it was better just to bunk up with someone else, but who? Obviously he felt safer around another battle ready soldier, especially someone in power armour at that.

He strolled over to Emile, "Emile is it? I was wondering if I was able to stay in your room, the key to my room well, the room doesn't exist." He looked down at the key again in confusion, "We won't break the rules and if you wish we can stay out of each other's way." The marine eagerly waited for a response.

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[QizPizza]

Emile-A239

Location= Millennium City - The Continental - Room 344
Condition= Suspicious
Shields= Full

Interaction

"Could have fooled me."

"Quit it, your senseless arguing and childish name calling will get us killed."

The space marine stuck up for Emile, but the Spartan only scoffed. Insults from civilians were insignificant and any attempt to shut them up is a waste of breath. "Forget it. It will take a lot more than just some shade thrown to piss me off."

"Emile is it? I was wondering if I was able to stay in your room, the key to my room well, the room doesn't exist. We won't break the rules and if you wish, we can stay out of each other's way."

Emile looked at the space marine with a suspicious gaze. He didn't have an AI to help him analyze the soldier, so basic analysis would suffice. The armor was definitely something that was extremely advanced. It was something like the Mjolnir platform that Spartans employed, but it was far bulkier than any Mjolnir armor Emile had seen. That was not saying much, given that he operated on a need-to-know basis. Still, this man was not a Spartan. His demeanor, speech, and designation were completely foreign.

Still, this would be an opportunity to gain an ally. Unconventional as it may seem, this man was another supersoldier, and one with military experience. Alliances will be needed, but time will tell if the armored man will be a sustainable ally. "Yes, I am Emile. You can stay with me, as long as you cooperate. I don't know how your 'Deathwatch' command structure, but I'm going to pull rank. You can operate with autonomy, but you will cooperate with me should we enter a combat situation, got it Vonyish?"

Emile took the room key and stuck it into the door of room 344. The inside of the hotel room was quite nice—nicer than was necessary. A king-sized bed, expensive furniture and all the amenities a civilian would need. The Spartan immediately went to work scouring the room for surveillance devices and potentially useful materials. "Vonyish, you can have the bed once you check if for any bugs."

Notes

Interacting With: Zerulu (Vonyish) Nightwisher (Felix)
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Spoiler: Inventory/Powers

Inventory

-Mjolnir Mark V Armor
-Continental Room 344 Key

Powers

NA

 

[Rhysie]

Rhys
Current Location: The Continental | Room 320
Mood: Confused about the situation,

Right after leaving the elevator which went up to the 3rd floor, thecorporate person arrived to one of the rooms "320" was what the sign beside the door contained, then he proceeded to opening it up with the key and unlocking the door without expectancy of what to see behind it and hopefully that room wasn't used as the scene of a murder but sure he could use a bit of a break of his work as a data miner for the Hyperion Corporation, right after he closed the door and locked it, the business man who got demoted to "Assistant Vice Janitor" by his arch-nemesis took a look out the window. The sight wasn't that impressive as just vehicles were going through a stretch of road, a few buildings could be seen in the view too and those were kinda impressive but something didn't add up "I finally could take a break from what's killing me the most..... yet something doesn't add up. A risk? mutual problems? Just what have I and the group of people back there got into? Luckily this wasn't planned by Jack otherwise I'd be like "fuck it" and jumped back into that train and get myself killed" that's what the salary man said to himself as he walked around in circles around the room and then took a seat in a chair that was near the window "At least I don't have to even worry about that fuck-face anymore..... unless he's still on my head and like shit I'm going back there"

Sure enough, Rhys could stay all day and night up thinking about the current situation and yet something more inevitable; death itself, yet something could be coming his way.

Even though it is clear he wasn't going back home anytime soon, he has seen a bit of the worse back on Pandora and either way; how could he just tolerate not being able to talk with someone he knows from up there on the huge-ass H space station that an actual power-hungry megalomaniac sent to build? "It simply isn't like how I expected this to be... But sometimes everything's trying to kill you like a son of a bitch psycho that gets stuck in your head and begs for mercy once you defeat him and as the winner you decide to decline it" That's what the man who had to deal with the AI of their own president had to think further

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[ManyFaces]

The zombies went down as easy as Scaramouche thought they would. Continuing his scatting the assassin brought the gun back to his hand and put it away. Without his swords at least he had backup.
The robot still had questions he wanted answered so he followed the reaper, whistling all the while. Until the destination everyone was going was reached. A rather bland looking hotel was what Scaramouche would have called it.
He still had some things on his mind about fleeing from some unknown threat, a threat he doubted would be anything serious.
"Okay, hold on a minute Skully, what's with all the running and hiding? And if there's some big bad wolf that comes tryin' to huff and puff on this place who's going to stop them, hmmm?" Scaramouche gestured to the man reffered to as Charon with a quizzical expression. The robot didn't seem to understand the magnitude of the potential danger.

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[DapperDogman]

In their own time, as the group settled into their rooms, they'd find a very bizarre sight indeed waiting for each of them. A small glass table that sat in the centre of each room laid adorned with a selection of simple firearms, with a small tag "Take one, and only one. - R" beside the weapons lay a spare magazine for each weapon, giving them two in total, and an assortment of ammo, enough to give each weapon 4 magazines of ammo in total

It seemed their friend with the skull face knew better than to assume anyone would be comfortable in this city without some form of personal protection. He trusted the hotel staff, it seemed. But this was surely a nice gesture to those who were worried about being able to defend themselves.

The hotel had a rather pleasant view from this level; if a bit urban. The group could see the sun beginning to hang low in the sky.
The faint purple began to creep over the city, and as daunting as it may be to suddenly have appeared in this strange place, it was kind of beautiful.

Those who remained in the lobby, however, would witness several men drawing large handguns, others yet drawing shotguns, and Charon gesturing to each "Sir, I can assure you, no-one will harm you while you are under our care. The Continental is a safe place for all manner of people." he nods and the men holster their weapons and resume their activities. On second glance, it wasn't just the staff who were armed, everyone in the lobby was carrying a weapon of some description. An alarming number of them were suppressed, if not heavily customized.

Scaramouche might get the impression he's not the only hired killer in the room.

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[FactionGuerrilla]

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  Sophitia was left somewhat breathless after the battle. All the fire from those automatic flintlocks- or guns- were still echoing through her head, and she didn't even have time to react to the fact that the mysterious man leading the group somehow managed to rip out all the guns from everyone else's grasp. Her sword and shield, however, remained on her hands. She blinked a couple times, finally snapping back to reality, when Emily addressed her specifically. The blonde followed the Empress as the latter spoke before nodding in confirmation.
  
  "Yes. Sophitia Alexandra, Athenian baker's daughter, at your service." She did a slight bow, but nothing more- since she didn't exactly know how to address royalty. Regardless, she turned her eyes onto their "leader", listening closely to him, but without real warning they were practically rushed to a different place and given a key to a unique room. Hers was #312- which, strangely enough, were the numbers of her birthday, March 12- and when the man mentioned the group should go to their rooms, she watched the others go up some sort of strange contraption that seemed to pull them up floors. Needless to say, she took the stairs instead- maybe she would get used to those things later, but for the time being she was more comfortable walking up the stairs. When she finally arrived at her room, she saw more of those strange... weapons.
  
  Ugh, she didn't really like any of these guns at all. Why did she need these stupid things in the first place? They felt... wrong in her hands, as she hefted each one of them. For her thin build, none of them fit her sans one small, one-handed sidearm. The words "White Streak" were etched on the futuristic flintlock, and it was the only gun she felt remotely comfortable with, somewhat wieldy in her left hand whilst she could still utilize her Omega Sword in her right hand. Even then, she didn't wish to use it- but desperate times called for desperate measures. The girl sighed before taking the small pistol and tucking it under her belt, acting as a makeshift holster, whilst also grabbing a couple of magazines and tucking them into one of her somewhat concealed pockets. She didn't know how to use them, but... maybe she could get Emily to teach her sometime.
  
  Either way, Sophitia returned to the lobby, sword and shield slung over her back and pistol partially concealed, to spot other people drawing weapons only to be stopped by the Charon person. Her bright green eyes scanned the room for the Empress, but didn't find her. She sighed, running a hand through her hair as she decided to address Charon himself.
  
  "So, if you don't mind me asking, what city are we in right now? And... what's the date, anyways?" She inquired, frowning at the other people wielding those guns.
  
  "I assume some of these inventions around here-" this time addressing the guns and that lifting device- "are magical?" It would be more or less painfully obvious that she wasn't quite familiar with her surroundings, as with before, but it seemed like she was trying her best to rationalize for a medieval girl.
  
  
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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: Healthy
  Emotions: Confused
  Current Weapon: N/A
  Current Inventory:
  
  • Omega Sword + Elk Shield
  • White Streak semiautomatic pistol
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[Noivian]

When Dax had a chance to see her room, she'd pick up the scoped rifle and all applicable ammunition for it.

 

[YellowTemperence]

Eric

Strangely enough, I find a bit of comfort in how well the bellboy in the elevator is dressed. This place seems to be very well tended to... and don't think I didn't see the amount of weapons in the lobby, either. Being to a bunch of universes that require you to know whether the people around you have guns or not allows you to catch sight of them easier, that's for sure. This 'The Continental' seems like a really well guarded, high class place, but the methods of keeping everything in line appear to be, ah... a bit questionable. It reminds me of The Tops casino alongside other things. It's not a bad thing, mind you- but the truth is, guns can be turned on whoever the person holding it wants to shoot. With so many of the weapons in one room, and probably scattered throughout this hotel, I can't help but feel that there might be a few incidents in the near future.

After the elevator door opens and I nod to the bellboy, I walk over the room farthest from the elevator and unlock the door with the key already in it. Still unsure of the level of trust I can put into this place, I open the door to my room slowly and peek inside, my ears perked up to hear any movement and my nose sniffing at the air to find any human, robot, alien, what-have-you scents. None of those senses find anything of importance, and with me now having opened the door all the way, I probably look like I'm searching for a phantom or something. To be safe, I quickly shut the door behind me, lock it from the inside, and sweep my eyes from side to side. Nothing.

During my little scan, though, it's impossible for me to miss the glass table with a good collection of firearms laying on it. My eyes skim over each to catch maybe the slightest bit of a trap... but there doesn't seem to be any deadly substance sprinkled across their surfaces. A quick sniff assures me that's the case. Considering this R fellow wants us taking only one gun, I guess I should really decide on what I want. We have a few sidearms here and there, a shotgun, one bolt action rifle and a designated marksman rifle next to it...

The designated marksman rifle, which I recognize as an M308, catches my eye. The bolt action rifle looks tempting as well as appearing very easy to carry and easy to hide, but I figure that it would be much more effective to use a semi-automatic. Besides... the M308 carries a reminder of a certain vixen that I haven't seen ever since I boarded that train.

I pick up the weapon of choice and the spare magazine that comes with it. An inspection of the loaded magazine shows me that 'R' has given us, or at least me a particularly low supply of ammo. Better make it all count, then.

Now... time to get to work.

I set the weapon on a nearby counter and then move off to the kitchen to go see if the fridge has anything pre-frozen. They'd better have some cartons of milk in there... preferably with plastic straws. I happily skip over and let the delicious sounding stealth soundtrack play in my ears.

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Emile-A239

Location= Millennium City - The Continental - Room 344
Condition= Analytical
Shields= Full

Interaction

In the process of searching the hotel room, Emile came across a table with six guns laid out. He inspected each of them carefully. Two pistols, a shotgun, a submachine gun, a rifle and a sniper. All of them were antiques. Did no one have any modern weaponry? He read the card, "Take one, and only one. - R". Though he would've preferred to take several, the Spartan will abide by their request. Of course, should the situation call for it, he would gladly take them all.

Emile settled with the 10 round M308 rifle. It was chambered in 7.62x51mm rounds. Funny how over after half a millennium, humanity still used the same cartridge sizes. If this city was anything like the cities he's seen, then 7.62x51mm rounds would be relatively abundant and easy to obtain. The rifle would give him the option of mid to long range engagement. Close quarters could easily be managed with the Mjolnir armor. He would've taken the shotgun, but it was a break-action shotgun with only two barrels. With the spare ammunition, that would only offer a total of 8 shots. That was only one full M45 Tactical Shotgun and an extra two shells. Not worth the trouble.

"Hey, big guy, you gonna pick a gun?" As Emile said this, he clipped the spare mag onto his belt and deposited the rest of the bullets into the tactical soft case on his left thigh.

Notes

Interacting With: Zerulu (Vonyish)
Mentioned:

Italicized Unbolded Colored=Internal Dialogue
Bolded Colored=External Dialogue

Spoiler: Inventory/Powers

Inventory

-Mjolnir Mark V Armor
-Continental Room 344 Key
-M308 Rifle
-Spare Magazine and 20 Bullets

Powers

NA

 

[Rhysie]

Rhys
Location: The Continental | Room 320

The corporate man had seen a box that contained a variety of weapons in with it a letter that said the following "Take one, and only one. - R" Rhys was in shock with this discovery "Well what do we have in here?" said the salary man to himself before grabbing one of the simple weapons, inspecting it very carefully "Now where's the ammo for this, urgh this is frustrating" in before he overlooked and found the magazine that needed to correspond with the weapon he chose, While trying to not be the murderous little shit he could be, it was best if he kept it on safe instead of simply having an unfortunate event of the gun firing at the door and the bullet hitting someone in the shoulder (This ain't relating to the DL-6 case from Some game if you got the reference) now the thing was No holster, no other method is effective than either the normal people's option; putting it in a safe or a drawer, HECK even his own pockets for the meanwhile until it's time to go and need that gun "Now I'll be putting it in my pocket just in case, no wonder what can go wrong while being in here, just like back in Helios" Now... how do we avoid this salary man coming from a company where his deceased president "Anti vault hunter" was an actual psychopath from being a potential murderer?

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[Zerulu]

The marine listened to the Spartan's guidelines more or less, really just the basics of combat, he mostly agreed with what he said, "Sounds good to me." Vonyish said in a more or less dead tone. As they walked in he noticed it was quite luxury compared to his living quarters. As he was searching the room for anything interesting he heard the spartan call out that there was guns to choose from, which he was eager to choose from.

As he arrived to the table of guns he was quite disapointed to see weapons that were very primitive, he picked up the masconi 12g and the ammo it used, or he hoped used, "This is technology from the dark ages...." he commented inspecting the shotgun. He held the gun by his side before turning to the Spartan, "If we are to be allies we should be well introduced, and your armour and gear doesn't seem of any chapter I know of, at least not in the astartes, so what are you? Millitarium?" He asked in curiosity.

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[QizPizza]

Emile-A239

Location= Millennium City - The Continental - Room 344
Condition= Hesitant
Shields= Full

Interaction

"If we are to be allies we should be well introduced, and your armour and gear doesn't seem of any chapter I know of, at least not in the astartes, so what are you? Millitarium?"

Emile initially scoffed at the thought of granting another person classified information before he could trust him. For all the Spartan knew, this man would take this information and leak it to the enemy. But then, he recalled how Jorge would act. The man was not quick to trust another, but he did inspire trust with his attitude and words. Emile was not the same man Jorge was, but it didn't mean he shouldn't take a few cues from him. They disagreed at times, but he was a good soldier that genuinely cared for civilians and soldiers alike. He would never go as far as care for civilians, but soldiers? The Spartan was willing make an effort.

"Chapter? Astartes? Millitarium? What kind of words are you saying?" Emile was outright confused at the terms Vonyish used. They were not the terms the UNSC or even the Insurgents would use. Heck, they sounded like some kind of medieval knight or cult's terminology. It vaguely sounded like Latin, but Emile was not a linguist, so he wouldn't know. Along with that, Vonyish's ancient way of speaking did not match the amount and degree of technology that went into he power armor. The suit was less like a Mjolnir armor system and more like a HRUNTING Mark III Exoskeleton. "You should start making sense if we're going to work together."

Emile reminded himself to instill trust in his ally. "I don't know anything you're talking about, but I'm a Spartan III, the best soldiers ever created and deployed by the UNSC. And this armor," Emile used his fist to tap his chest plate for emphasis, "is Mjolnir Mark V armor. Top of the line gear issued only to Spartans. As for what group I belong to, I assume it wouldn't hurt to tell you a few things since they're all dead. I'm part of a special ops group called Noble-Six. Can't tell you anymore than that."

Notes

Interacting With: Zerulu (Vonyish)
Mentioned:

Italicized Unbolded Colored=Internal Dialogue
Bolded Colored=External Dialogue

Spoiler: Inventory/Powers

Inventory

-Mjolnir Mark V Armor
-Continental Room 344 Key
-M308 Rifle
-Spare Magazine and 20 Bullets

Powers

NA

 

[jigglesworth]

As the Reaper takes them across the city, Emily marvels at the structures before her. No one back in the Isles would dream of seeing this in their lifetime. It was truly amazing and intimidating at the same time. It would take a while to get used to this place, hopefully she isn't here for a while. After the coup, the Empire is going to need a good leader more than ever. Still, a part of her wishes to explore the city more, to run across the skyline. Although, while the city is beautiful, the people are... less than so. At least to her. Odd thing about the people, are that they seem to recoil or tear their gaze away from the skulled man. He gave off an odd vibe since she saw him, but this is getting weirder and weirder.

Finally, they finished their trek at a tall building with a "C" on the front canopy. Armed men stood guard at the door, and the skulled man spoke once more to the group. Kaldwin nods at his words, showing she understands. As he walked into the building she followed in suit along with the others. She looks outside at the people and cars as he talks to the man at the desk. It seems like anything is possible in this city, not just that, but anyone is possible. If she wasn't attacked the minute she got here, it might actually seem inviting. Turning back to their handler, he tells them to find their rooms to their new "home" upstairs. The armored Emile showed himself to the elevator, along with a few others.

Spiderman and Felix decided to complain to their handler, about a biology test and some ax. At the mention of not getting home soon, a solemn feeling flooded the young Empress. Though, his words suggest there is a chance she could get back. Holding on to that, she swipes a key and heads for the elevator of The Continental. Looks a bit different than what she is used to, but it's basically the same as the one in Addermire. Except this one has a sharply dressed man operating it for the group, for whatever reason. Everyone went to their own rooms, and Emily was no exception. She put the key in the lock of room 335. It opened with a click, and she entered what would apparently be her quarters for a while.

Definitely not like her room in Dunwall Tower, but she isn't one to complain. What was odd, was the glass table with various weapons and ammunition on it. A note was laid there as well, so she approached to read it.

"Take one, and only one. - R"

The Empress looks towards each of the firearms before her, thinking of which would be best for her. The larger weapons she ignored, it's not really her thing. She probably isn't able to test the weapons, so she simply holds the small one-handed guns, testing the grips. Eventually, coming down between two of the pistols, Emily goes with what is apparently called the White Streak. Unfortunately, her holster is made for her previous gun, and this one is quite different in shape. Instead, she puts it in one of her coat's pockets. Not very tacticool but it works for now. She grabs the extra magazine, as well as the spare ammo, storing them wherever she can.

Afterwards, she decided to look around, get a feel for her room. She is going to be staying in it for a while, after all.

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[DapperDogman]

Days seemed to pass without incident, food was brought to your rooms free of charge three times a day, each room had a TV, and you could use the balcony or step outside the hotel's main doors for some air. But the feeling of being trapped remained. You were forbidden from leaving the sight of the door guards and informed that if you left, you would no longer be under their protection from whatever was now hunting the group.

But you notice something off, it's 3 pm and the hotel staff hasn't come to check on you like they have every day at 3 pm. Maybe you dismiss this as nothing at all. Maybe you decide to investigate why the schedule that has been kept so rigorously has been broken. Maybe you're scared, maybe you're not.

All that remains to be seen is what each of you will do in response to this mundane but equally peculiar happening.

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[Zerulu]

'Weird, the guards or anyone hasn't shown up in a while...' the marine thought, sitting upon his bed. He pulled his gun from his sling around his chest and got up, "You coming spartan? No one has come in a while when they should of by now." He walked slowly to the door slowly opening I think to investigate the hallways, nothing unusual, but maybe it's the lobby.

He walked straight back to the elevator where they got up to their rooms from and pressed the button to send it up so he could go down to the lobby.

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