Millennium City: Nova - Welcome to Millennium City! (Wave One Intro)

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Haz. Haz. Drakerus Drakerus Nightwisher Nightwisher
Lann would be hit...except he didn't because Shilo had stopped Asuka from carrying forward her attack. As soon as she turned towards her, after listening to her, she was very close to crying, tears having already formed in her eyes, because she was now unsure of who to attack...again. She looked back towards Stroheim, who pulled out new weapons after his previous set of weapons had been destroyed, before looking Lucario and Maxwell, both of which were struggling, all the while she was hyperventilating. Then she turned back towards Agent Sage.

"Ich... Ich verstehe nicht! Du versuchst Schtwoheim zu schwagen, aber ich habe nicht verstanden, wawum! Du wirfst um das Wort 'Nazi' hewum, aber ich habe keine Ahnung, wawum dieses Wort der Gwund ist, wawrum du ihn angweifst! Ich dachte, er sei gut, das denkt ihr aw-we nicht! (I--I don't understand! You try hitting Stroheim, but I didn't quite get why! You throw around the word 'Nazi' but I have no idea why that word is why you attack him! I thought he was good, you all don't think that!)"​
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When Lann didn’t feel any kind of punch he slowly dropped his arms and looked about in confusion. When he spotted Asuka trembling, his eyes widened in surprise.

“Whaaaaa?” Lann looked at her in confusion but he also felt...sorry? Something about Asuka reminded him of someone but...who?

“Look what you the-did, Lann! You the-made her cry!”

“What? Me!? B-b-but she was just about to hit me? What did I even do!? What!?”

“It doesn’t the-matter! Go fix it!”

“Wha-? Bu- Uh, er, Okay, fine! You go help the others though!” Lann shouted, throwing his hands up in defeat and strolled over to Asuka. He was rubbing the back of his head nervously as he moved to stand behind her. He then knelt down.

“Uh...hi? I’m sorry...?” He said awkwardly from behind the kindergartner that probably couldn’t understand him anyway.

Meanwhile, Tama was analyzing the battle. The cyborg man was being assailed from multiple angles by close range fighters. A good way to put on the pressure for sure. Surprisingly though, he was holding his own quite well. She kept waiting for an opportunity to present itself. Whether it was an ally in need or an opening to strike.
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Delsin Rowe Location= 52 Grapevine St. Northeast - Inside
Condition= Fighting/Angry

Interaction As Delsin waited for CHEF to let loose on the flames, Baiken made a charge with her her sword, trying to cleave the Nazi in half, only for the fascist machine to break the blade and direct a hooded man with crazy claws to impale her and a pink dude that just showed up. "What a fokkin prep...Wait...What did I just say...hmm...Anyways, that hood man has some crazy powers, it would be cool to get some of that." The failed assault was followed up by a now purple Jak going berserk on the Nazi. Several others performed their own attacks, to little effect and more that just a few people were getting hurt. Needless to say, Delsin became pissed at the Nazi, ready to take the first opportunity to dish out as much damage as he could.

CHEF soon began an attack of his own, spewing flames at the "pinnacle German engineering" while laying a beatdown. Delsin took advantage of the distracted Nazi and absorbed the smoke coming from CHEF, recharging his smoke reserves and regaining two Cinder Missiles. He then went for the neck of the Nazi, trying to suffocate the man/machine. Delsin Smoke Dashed in, unaffected by CHEF's flames and wrapped his chain around the Nazi's neck, constricting the chain to close the windpipe. As the chain pulled on the Nazi, explosions ran up and down its length. Delsin then fired off two of the Cinder Missiles point blank at the Nazi's face, hoping to distract or incapacitate the Nazi. "Come on, you damn Nazi! Just give up already! How many more people do you have to hurt before you... Just. DIE?"

Notes Interacting With: Haz. Haz. (Stohiem) DapperDogman DapperDogman (CHEF) Caffeine Freak Caffeine Freak (Pink Guy) Anyone Anyone Else

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Bolded Colored=External Dialogue

Inventory -An ordinary chain

Powers -Enhanced Durability
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-Smoke Shot​
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"Tch!" Baiken was so close in bisecting the Nazi soldier until her sword gets stuck and the soldier snaps it. "Great, now I'm gonna be needing a new swo-" Just as she was about to finish, a hooded man with mutant powers accidentally stabs her along with a pink retard. She was shocked when that happened. "W-What the hell?!" She angered at the hooded mutant "Are you trying to kill me or something?!" She then forcefully pull out the blades that have impaled her. Afterwards, she looks back at the Nazi soldier. Remember the orb that she touched and what the German said about bringing back what is little left of the power people had back in their universes? Well this is it. From the stump of her former arm, a cannon pops out. "Sayonara, bakayaro." She says in a grim tone before firing an explosive cannon ball at the Nazi.

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Even as bullets flew, Felnor kept his calm. in fact, he strayed back from the gunfire and the large man who had given him one of his old possessions which had eluded him for some time, his old corsair pistols, all 37 of them. It was strange, seeing them again after he swore off connections to his past life was something of a small miracle, and yet, a great gift. The bandolier fit perfectly around his torso, and as the bullets tore past him during the firefight, he was busy inspecting, and performing some maintenance on them, the wraithbone pistols having not seen any touch for centuries. Of course, they held up, but they weren't something that easily kept itself well without anybody looking after them. He forgot where he laid them all those years ago. In a case at the bottom of an ocean somewhere? Maybe it was found by a mon'keigh researcher. Maybe, the planet was destroyed long ago, and the weapons were just floating about in space before he was given them again. Nevertheless, 37 was good enough for him, the masked figure's attention finally being caught as a projectile streaked by his face.

His eyes flicked back to see the purple woman again, to whom he faced for only a second, before tracing the shot from whence it came to it's mark. The lapdog, who was fighting the large man alongside many, many others. Hmph. It was noble, almost, the reason for it to be burning the not-quite-man alive. Almost noble. Felnor ducked into cover, unsheathing his pistols right next to a few small children.

"Nid yw'r canlynol yn addas ar gyfer cynulleidfaoedd iau." (The following is not suitable for younger audiences.) He looked down to the crying child, and the other trying to consult her. It was cute, for a couple of mon'keigh children, but they weren't the concern for him at the moment. He peeked over the wall, and aimed his pistols directly at the ball of carnage around the man in the middle. He pulled the trigger with his pistols, the near silent sound of the razor thin shurikens sliding out from the ornate psychic plastic guns punctuated by a shout of power in an ancient tongue.

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  • Frank, who had struggled to get up back to a standing position, nodded gratefully as the scarred man cast some kind of magic spell- similar to the one he had created reactively to Stroheim's now-ruined arsenal when they popped out of his back- and began to melt the damned fist that bopped the American in the face.

    “Thanks,” was all the soldier- who still appeared as though he were in his personal “combat” mode- noted to Geralt, giving the Witcher a nod, before diverting his attention to the fight at hand. The tin man seemed pretty damned pissed off, vehemently attacking the Nazi with its flames, whilst the smoke-using boy himself was getting close and personal with his chain. There were even some tentacles that were trying to get at the cyborg- speaking of which, just how much of this asshole is human?!?!- but Woods was more focused on the other folks around him.

    On a side note, the SOG agent noticed out of the corner of his eye what seemed to be Agent Saga trying to talk down the little German girl, who had seemingly gotten her own mech about the size of a tall freaking human- alongside Lann, also speaking to the child. None of them seemed to be in trouble, so Frank glanced back to the action.

    Both pink-haired bitch and hooded freak seemed very unlikely to listen to orders, their aggressive and destructive behaviors giving off the impression of them being significantly more suited to being lone wolves. Even more so, the inhuman jackass at the station was prepping to fire off a few rounds from his pistol, whilst Baiken created her own fucking cannon- this would certainly not end well in terms of actually hitting the enemy due to all the close-quarters brawling going on. And despite his growls for all ranged folks to back off, these two idiots were about to hit someone on the same team- if not now, then the longer they fired the bigger the risk they ran. Hell, even the purple-skinned woman didn’t listen, resulting in her inadvertently shooting the chef-looking tin man! The only guy who did listen was the assassin-esque man- Frank took note of that mentally before trying to get the other ranged folks to stand the fuck down before someone besides the cyborg got seriously hurt.

    “Hey, lay off the itchy trigger fingers, everyone! You’re gonna hit blue on fucking blue!” The icy-eyed man barked towards both Baiken and Felnor- although he highly doubted either would give a fuck- as he grit his teeth visibly. At this point, he noticed that both the newcomer pink-suited weirdo and the anthromorphic canine both were wounded- the latter much more so. They needed to get the hell out of there before their injuries could get worse.

    “Over there- Pink Guy, or whoever the hell you are! Fall back!” Frank bellowed- knowing that it wasn’t smart to keep fighting in suboptimal condition- before watching the wolfish creature collapse onto the ground, a scream accompanying him. He knew that kind of cry— one of someone seriously injured, and almost always unable to continue a fight. The soldier was quick to respond, rushing over with his M16 rifle in hand. Taking one glance, the dog-like animal’s paws both seemed uncapable of movement- probably not smart to hold him by the arms, then. Instead, the American used his left hand to grasp the human-like creature by the shoulder, using his right hand to keep his M16 steady and aimed at the Nazi’s general direction in case it decided to try and finish the two off. Having a tight grip, Frank audibly heaved as he began pulling the canine into cover- for someone who was way shorter than him, the animal certainly had the weight of about a somewhat-below average human.

    “I gotcha, big guy- just hold tight, we gotta get ya into safety,” The Marine grunted, flickering his eyes between the Nazi and his fallen comrade as he pulled Lucario towards a large pile of rubble to get the wolf out of sight from Stroheim. Despite his main priority being on keeping his ally in safety, the CIA operative still looked for an open opportunity to rain lead if and only if he got a clear shot- if the others could keep fighting without getting knocked away, then Frank would be fine with not shooting.

 
~Shilo Saga: Interaction with Asuka ( marc122 marc122 ) and Lann ( Drakerus Drakerus )
Location: Inside the Warehouse at 52 Grapvine Street Northeast

Shilo looked at the young German girl, trying to put herself in the mindset of a child that young finding a connection with a man she just met due to their nationality... The assassin sighed and looked around the room, watching each person for a split second as they fought against the national socialist. Finally, Shilo looked back at Asuka and opened her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Lann. The woman closed her mouth and waited for Lann to stop speaking before sighing in annoyance as he clearly didn't understand exactly what was going on.
"Nazi ist kurz für Nationalsozialisten. Das Wort selbst bedeutet nichts ... aber für viele von uns gibt es eine gefährliche Geschichte. Für einige hier haben die Nazis einen der größten Kriege und Verbrechen gegen die Menschlichkeit verursacht, die die Welt je gesehen hat ... Für andere ist dieser Mann einfach eine Bedrohung. Aber das ist nicht wichtig, weil es darauf ankommt: Stohiem wird diesen Kampf nicht gewinnen. Wenn sich der Kampf mit uns gegen ihn falsch anfühlt, dann kämpfe überhaupt nicht. Wenn Sie sich seiner Seite anschließen, glaube ich nicht, dass hier jemand Ihnen vergeben wird, und wird Sie wahrscheinlich hart für Ihren Dienst bestrafen." ("Nazi is short for National Socialist. The word itself means nothing... but to many of us here, there is a dangerous history behind it. To some here, the Nazis caused one of the greatest wars and crimes against humanity the world has ever seen... To others this man is simply a threat. But none of that matters because it comes down to this: Stohiem is not going to win this fight. If fighting with us against him feels wrong, then don't fight at all. If you join his side, I don't think anyone here will forgive you, and will probably harshly punish you for your betrayal.") The assassin didn't know how else to explain it to the child. It was a bad move for Asuka to fight against the group, it just was.
 
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    Her eyebrows furrowed as she pressed her lips together. It appeared that nothing she did had really affected the Nazi.
    There was just too much going on. Cacophony danced like a comfortable guest throughout the warehouse, much like the foreigners with their blades and guns.
    Some fighters landed a perfect entrechat, but majority seemed to fail their jetés.
    Like in ballet, there were the shining stars, while the others were just background characters, fumbling to correct their stance and hide any minor mistakes.

    Widowmaker appeared to be a background character for once.

    She lowered Widows Kiss and strapped it to its usual place on her back.
    It appeared she wouldn't be using it at the moment.. especially since she ended up nicking CHEF.
    With CHEF already in mind, she decided to take a sweep over her original group.

    Geralt had elegantly weaved throughout the crowd before momentarily protecting a militaristic man that appeared to be doing a lot of damage. After throwing up the temporary barrier, he began to attack the antagonist.
    If any one of her teammates were in a dire situation, she would descend and flee with them to cover with the effective use of her grappling hook.

    It seemed that situation would arise soon enough.
    The military man began barking orders for the new pink man to flee, while breaking away from the fight to tend to a peculiar canine-looking creature.
    Her face set and she dove off of the platform and grappled onto a lower one before reaching the ground.

    She was now a couple feet away from the maimed Pokémon and assisting soldier. Amelie ducked and glanced at the battle every once in awhile, to make sure she wouldn't get hit.
    "Hey." The French woman spoke, unintentionally sounding sharp. "I'll watch over him. I'll retrieve any of the wounded if needed." She nodded, arms folding over her chest. "Its obvious the fight needs you." She sighed, sounding a bit disappointed as well. Amelié looked off to the battle before sliding her yellow gaze back to him. "Oui? Now go."

    She then knelt by the blue creature, attempting to inspect his wounds.


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Pink Guy had been unwittingly caught by shapeshifting hoodie dude's claws, leaving a deep gash in his side. Fortunately, Pink Guy had survived much more devastating injuries in comparison.

Military dude's voice was heard loud and clear by Pink Guy, who decided it would be a pretty smart idea to fall the fuck back. As the bullets whizzed his way, Pink Guy deployed evasive maneuvers he'd mastered back in REALM 11.0897 (NEO-KOREA)

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Upon completing his retreat, Pink Guy took up cover behind a conglomerate of debris and began charging his next attack.

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Lucario

Lucario could only breathe softly as Frank pulled him into cover. The Aura Pokemon could easily tell Frank knew what he was doing, avoiding grabbing Lucario by his injured areas and instead opting to pull him away from his shoulders. Despite not concentrating on finding auras at the moment, Lucario could somewhat sense Frank's selflessness -- not just understand it, no, but feel it resounding within the canine. Once behind the rubble, Lucario rest his head on a piece of concrete. It wasn't anywhere near comfortable, sure, but that was the least of his worries.

"Th-thank you..." he mumbled weakly as he took a good look at his right paw. It was twisted at an impossible angle, and if the canine had to guess, Stroheim had firmly rearranged his paw's bones. Lucario then glanced at his left, which was in no better shape than his right. It was heavily burnt by the UV ray Stroheim had shot at it with.

His attention was torn away when Widowmaker softly fell to the ground beside him and Frank. He didn't know what to think of her at first -- her aura seemed... disorderly. He was, on the other hand, very surprised when she volunteered to defend him and recommended that Frank go leave to help the fight.

When she crouched down by Lucario to look his injuries over, she could see the same things Lucario had seen moments before: one badly broken and twisted paw, with the other burnt beyond belief.

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Location: Under cover next to pink guy




Pat was still hiding behind the rubble, observing the battle as it raged on looking for an opportunity to strike.Luckily he saw his opportunity when Stroheim began focusing on the melee attackers. He quickly moved to a closer pile of rubble only to find Pink guy charging his attack there. Pat not taken aback by this smiled and then took out his book. He then moved in closer and whispered in his ear; "Ore wa ochinchin ga daisuki nandayo"

Pink guy's wounds suddenly disappeared and they are now on Pat, seemingly as he whispered to Pink Guy he took his wounds. He then took out his bottle cap and smeared in his wound, he then proceeded to magnetize it and throw it at Stroheim. He did this with the intent of when the blood touches Stroheim he would change his target to him and begin to increase his weight.
 
Pink Guy frantically looked over his side where his wound had once been, then to the wound that had newly appeared on edgy priest and was now snaking out of the parts in the fabric in his robes. As soon as he realised what the edgy priest had done to him, Pink Guy instantly made a gesture of his respect and gratitude. To be blessed my Chin Chin from a spell older than the omniverse itself was no small feat.

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Alas, the fight was still going on, and Pink Guy resounded that edgy preist's efforts would not be in vain. He broke out his own ranged attack.





Pink Guy grabbed a thin, rectangular shard of debris and began sliding around as slickly as if he were merely on a snowboard. His radical displays of flips and tricks ended with the slab of concrete being propelled at the Nazi with the flick of a webster flip.



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  • CHEF rolled: 3

    Though CHEF's initial counterattack was successful, embedding Stroheim a full metre deep into the sidewalk, the Nazi had another trick up his uniform sleeve. Whilst the automaton had him pinned to the ground by the ankle, the German dislocated and fired his mechanical foot like a projectile, driving the hard, steel sole into the cook's left optic.

    Maxwell rolled: 4

    Just as Stroheim rose to his... Feet? Foot, whatever, the Codex Umbra unleashed four Shadow Tentacles from the depths, anchoring and restraining him to the ground, though likely only temporarily.

    Delsin rolled: 5

    Delsin's job was eased by Maxwell's tentacles, which made strangling the cyborg Nazi a breeze. Though the Cinder Rockets merely showered the German in concrete pebbles, the chain around Stroheim's neck tightened by the second, leaving him in a vulnerable state which could result in him passing out soon.
    However, before his time came, the soldier fired off a UV laser from his eye, melting and severing part of the Conduit's chain and hitting him in the knee, releasing Delsin's grip around his throat.

    Pat rolled: 1

    Not only did Pat's pathetic excuse of an attack rebound off of a stray rock, the bottle cap ended up ricocheting off of multiple objects at gradually accelerating speeds before eventually boomeranging back to the sorcerer and hitting him in the eye.
    Ouch.

    Baiken rolled: 3

    Again with the explosives? The samurai's cannon ball shot a good foot or so above the pinned Stroheim, only hitting CHEF in the groin and sending him tumbling onto Delsin.

    Pink Guy rolled: 6

    Whew, holy shit. Against all odds, the man in spandex launched his deadly concrete slab halfway across the warehouse at a ridiculous velocity, the chunk eventually slamming into Stroheim's head and shattering, leaving the German with a 'mild' concussion, and possible brain damage.

    As for the others, particularly Frank and Felnor, their attacks were disrupted by Lucario's smoke bomb, which made it much too far for either of the two to land precise hits on Stroheim, who for all they could've known, may have burrowed underground or even perhaps ran off. Which he didn't.


 
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The samurai bitch didn't care about CHEF, believing that robots such as him are trash, or is just that he kinda reminds her of the Gears back in her world. She also shows a little bit of care for Delsin being brought down by the tumbling CHEF. "Watch where you looking at, Delsin." She thought. Tolerating from the wounds she has received from the accidentally friendly fire from the hooded mutant, Baiken decides to pull out another trick from her stump. She takes a deep breath before running towards the suffering German soldier, lashing out a chain rope to wrap around him, if it succeeds of course.

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"You wanna know what happens when you die?"

Felix stood over a balding man donned in a suit and tie, no older than fourty. His poorly placed toupee was clearly falling off, as he cowered in fear over the mercenary who stood before him. Said mercenary held an assault rifle high in one arm, clearly much more calm than the man trembling before him.

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"First, I pull the trigger on my little baby here. Then, some funky chemical shit happens, the bullet goes through your skull, and you're lying dead on the ground. And you wanna know what happens past that?

Nothing.

No sexy angels, no streets of gold, no fancy carriages. You're dead, no one cares, and I leave your body to rot in this fucking alleyway. And I get to go home with another check, signifying a job well dooooooo...." Felix began to stumble a bit, dropping his weapon in the process. "Man... I talk too much...." He said before falling over and passing out completely.

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Felix awoke on the train, though not along with the others. No, instead, Felix simply remained sleeping while the others got off and did their own thing. Though, when he eventually got off, Felix first began looking around to find out just where the hell he was.

"Fuck...." He muttered as he stumbled off the train. As e pat himself down, the mercenary found that he only had a single pistol on him.

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"You fuckin' kidding me?!" He shouted as he threw up his arms, sounding very annoyed that he only had a single handgun on him. Well, it wasn't much of a burden. He could manage with just this.

After taking another decent look around, Felix noticed a trail of envelopes below him. Hoping that these mysterious envelopes could tell him just what the hell was going on, or at least give him some semblance of an idea, the mercenary decided to follow them, where he eventually reached a vacant warehouse. Except it wasn't vacant, as he immediately heard fighting from the inside.

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Upon closer inspection when he reached the roof, Felix found the group fighting some.... Nazi cyborg thing. Well, that was both new and dangerous. And, with only a pistol on him, Felix decided that it would be best to sit out this one for now. Y'know, take one for the team and all that.

Haz. Haz.​
 
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Lucario couldn't see over the rubble at the moment, and was therefore unable to tell whether he did anything worthwhile. His canine ears, though, did allow him to hear the chaos that followed, which didn't sound like success to him. His renewed maturity continuing on, he suddenly remembered something he saw when he went to go attack Stroheim head-on.

"Hey..." Lucario groaned to Widowmaker. That blue-skinned lady confuses me, but she's the only person close to me right now. I'll... Lucario grimaced as pain shot through his arms again. I'll need to trust her!

"Wh-when I got close... th-there was an exposed spot on his collarbone..." Lucario was barely able to recall the word from his biology classes. Pokemon had all sorts of different bone structures, and it was difficult to remember every name, but he was somehow able to pick out the term from the back of his mind. Sure, he didn't know what a human's body structure was like, but through using association with similar Pokemon's body types, he took his best guess.

This... lady... she reminds me a lot of a Greninja... precise and unfeeling... Lucario reasoned. He mentally nodded. He was talking to the right person for this.

"You need to get someone else here to get everyone to back off safely a-and... get... that guy's attention. I-I don't know how you fight, but... I feel like... you can finish this fast... you just need... o-one hit to that exposed area on his collarbone..." Lucario's voice was weak and filled with breaths. Stroheim had done a clear number on him. Adrenaline wasn't kicking in fast enough, apparently. Through the pain, Lucario smiled and closed his eyes. "I know... we can win... I like you guys... already..."

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  • CHEF rolled: 3

    Though CHEF's initial counterattack was successful, embedding Stroheim a full metre deep into the sidewalk, the Nazi had another trick up his uniform sleeve. Whilst the automaton had him pinned to the ground by the ankle, the German dislocated and fired his mechanical foot like a projectile, driving the hard, steel sole into the cook's left optic.

    Maxwell rolled: 4

    Just as Stroheim rose to his... Feet? Foot, whatever, the Codex Umbra unleashed four Shadow Tentacles from the depths, anchoring and restraining him to the ground, though likely only temporarily.

    Delsin rolled: 5

    Delsin's job was eased by Maxwell's tentacles, which made strangling the cyborg Nazi a breeze. Though the Cinder Rockets merely showered the German in concrete pebbles, the chain around Stroheim's neck tightened by the second, leaving him in a vulnerable state which could result in him passing out soon.
    However, before his time came, the soldier fired off a UV laser from his eye, melting and severing part of the Conduit's chain and hitting him in the knee, releasing Delsin's grip around his throat.

    Pat rolled: 1

    Not only did Pat's pathetic excuse of an attack rebound off of a stray rock, the bottle cap ended up ricocheting off of multiple objects at gradually accelerating speeds before eventually boomeranging back to the sorcerer and hitting him in the eye.
    Ouch.

    Baiken rolled: 3

    Again with the explosives? The samurai's cannon ball shot a good foot or so above the pinned Stroheim, only hitting CHEF in the groin and sending him tumbling onto Delsin.

    Pink Guy rolled: 6

    Whew, holy shit. Against all odds, the man in spandex launched his deadly concrete slab halfway across the warehouse at a ridiculous velocity, the chunk eventually slamming into Stroheim's head and shattering, leaving the German with a 'mild' concussion, and possible brain damage.

    As for the others, particularly Frank and Felnor, their attacks were disrupted by Lucario's smoke bomb, which made it much too far for either of the two to land precise hits on Stroheim, who for all they could've known, may have burrowed underground or even perhaps ran off. Which he didn't.


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Lowering his arms to the ground to slow himself as best he could from the blast caused by one of his allies, CHEF turns his head to check on Delsin, who he had unfortunately collided with "Some of our allies lack sufficient spacial awareness to effectively aid in the destruction of the enemy cyborg" he notes, lifting his arms back to his sides.

Delsin would likely note that the machine's previous actions and his short moment of near precognition had cost him, steam leaked from the door in his chest, and some of the metal parts of the robot seemed to have become discoloured by the intense internal heat he had put out by overclocking all of his systems.

Even with his sysems coming down from being pumped with such power, the robot seems unwilling to let up, or to give himself rest, and as he takes a step forward, he notices the damage from the cannon, one of his legs was missing several of the metal coverings, and the other was smoking, small sparks showering out to the ground.

"As was calculated..." he says, almost to himself, as he continues slowly limping back towards where the German lay, stuck in the ground. This time, he didn't bother with the oven. The cyborg had been lucky enough to evade two blasts, and another one now wouldn't reach even a quarter of the power needed. So instead, he just aims to slam his fist into the robot's chest, and rip out something important.

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While Lann was preoccupied with Asuka, Tama was watching the chaotic cluster of a battle with an exasperated expression. Although they seemed to be succeeding in wearing down the cyborg, it was easy to tell that the party was hurting themselves in equal measure due to the lack of coordination. She looked to CHEF who had taken several bad hits from friendly fire. The robot’s movements seemed to be getting sluggish. It still continued pressing on though, which impressed her a bit. Baiken was relentless as usual. Though there determination was powerful, it was looking like it would only continue to get them more hurt with the current situation.

“Well, if I’m not going to be able to the-throw some attacks in, I might as well the-offer some support.” She thought to herself. If dealing damage wasn’t an option, perhaps mitigating it would do the trick. The Mirage focused, bringing her hand stubs close together. Green energy began gathering to form a tiny bubble made of hexagons between her hands. She lifted this bubble into the air and focused on CHEF and Baiken.

“Hey! The-you two! I the-strongly suggest you back off before that guy the-gives you another metal sandwhich!”

“Protect!” She shouted, causing the bubble to ‘pop’ in a flash of light. A moment later, a sheet of transparent hexagons began enveloping their bodies, forming a flexible shell around them made to guard against physical damage. Hopefully it would be able to take a few good hits for them whether they decided to try and disengage(which she hoped they would do), or go all in.

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Lucario couldn't see over the rubble at the moment, and was therefore unable to tell whether he did anything worthwhile. His canine ears, though, did allow him to hear the chaos that followed, which didn't sound like success to him. His renewed maturity continuing on, he suddenly remembered something he saw when he went to go attack Stroheim head-on.

"Hey..." Lucario groaned to Widowmaker. That blue-skinned lady confuses me, but she's the only person close to me right now. I'll... Lucario grimaced as pain shot through his arms again. I'll need to trust her!

"Wh-when I got close... th-there was an exposed spot on his collarbone..." Lucario was barely able to recall the word from his biology classes. Pokemon had all sorts of different bone structures, and it was difficult to remember every name, but he was somehow able to pick out the term from the back of his mind. Sure, he didn't know what a human's body structure was like, but through using association with similar Pokemon's body types, he took his best guess.

This... lady... she reminds me a lot of a Greninja... precise and unfeeling... Lucario reasoned. He mentally nodded. He was talking to the right person for this.

"You need to get someone else here to get everyone to back off safely a-and... get... that guy's attention. I-I don't know how you fight, but... I feel like... you can finish this fast... you just need... o-one hit to that exposed area on his collarbone..." Lucario's voice was weak and filled with breaths. Stroheim had done a clear number on him. Adrenaline wasn't kicking in fast enough, apparently. Through the pain, Lucario smiled and closed his eyes. "I know... we can win... I like you guys... already..."

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Fiona Fox in New Digs, New Leaf

Vaulting headlong into the chaos over the shattered window-frame the pink one had left in his wake, Fiona immediately made a dash to Lucario's side. Dexterously did she slide behind cover into a knelt position over Lucario, and confidently did she throw a grin Widowmaker's way.

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"I'll take it from here; you put that rifle to better use, overlander," she said with a brusque speed to her words as she took over for Widow, whether she liked it or not. Switching gears, Fiona's brows remained furrowed while she focused on assessing the Pokémon's injuries. Lifting Lucario's left arm, Fiona breathed an empathetic hiss at the sight of the burn, then lifted his right arm to find his hand dangling awkwardly off his wrist; twisted in a way it should never be twisted. Clasping both her hands around it in a comforting fashion, Fiona softened her voice and smiled down at Lucario with a sweet smile. "Listen to me pal, I know this is gonna hurt," she warned, her bedside manner faltering as her smile returned to a grin, "alot, but you're gonna have to keep your arm and hand as straight as possible, and your mouth shut, got that?" Fiona ordered, and reached into a black pouch hanging off her waist to pull out two long, thin stalks of bamboo and a roll of gauze. Clasping one stalk on top of his arm and the other against the bottom with one hand, Fiona quickly wrapped Lucario's arm in gauze with the other, keeping the bamboo snugly in place. Not stopping until the makeshift splint was entirely hidden, Fiona finished her treatment by fastening it all in place with two pretty yellow bows. "I'm not made of this stuff either, so you'll return all this when you're done with it, if ya know what's good for you," she stated very unceremoniously.

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Location: Sitting on rubble contemplating life
Action: Throwing the bottle cap again.




Pat sighs at the bottle cap comes back to hit him in the face, he removes it to show off his newly acquired bloodied up eye. He clearly stops caring at this point and proceeds to take a sit on the pile of rubble he previously used as cover resting his head on his arms thinking. "How does this happen? Why is a chaos sorcerer trying to make sense of the world? How long do I have before I bleed out?".

He then looks at the battle again and at the bloodied up bottle cap and he proceeds to magnetize again throwing it at Stroheim, with the same intended plan, that being when the bloodied up bottle cap comes in contact with Stroheim he will begin to increase his weight. He proceeds to throw his bottle cap again, but this time he doesn't have higher expectations.
 


  • Frank had finally yanked his canine companion into cover, letting him rest his head on the concrete block, before the purple woman rushed over and offered for her to take care of the spiky hound- surprising, as he had marked her as a lone wolf. He raised an eyebrow, marking his mild shock, before nodding at her just as he did to Geralt.

    “Yeah, thanks- stay outta Nazi boy’s sight ‘till he’s scrap metal,” Woods still noted- being exposed in the open wasn’t exactly smart anyways- before turning his attention to Stroheim delivering his own set of blows to the group, somewhat unaware of the newcomer fox until it was kinda late. Everyone was getting pounded, be it from some random projectile limb or friendly fucking fire from that insane pink-haired hoe. He also noticed Lann’s pet animal seemed to be able to speak- who knew in this twisted world?- and cast some kinda shield upon both the annoying girl and the tin man. Different from the scar-faced man’s magic spell that was cast upon the Marine, but he assumed they both kinda worked similarly.

    The part-man, part-machine’s few moments of appearing kinda stunned gave Woods the impression that now was the time to try to get everyone else on the same track- coordination. Hopefully get things under control and minimize the potential for friendly fire. The only real question was whether or not everyone would comply.

    “Stop trying to get up close and fall back, dammit! Fall back and regroup, let the ranged shooters take over while you rest!,” Frank barked, resting his M16A1 against a pile of rubble to support his aiming and assist in mitigating his rifle's kick. He instinctively flicked the partially-empty magazine out of his rifle, putting a fresh pair of taped mags into his gun after he put the original set away. He also reached for a new grenade instinctively before realizing he didn't have any more- until he noticed that he did indeed have a new 40mm in his bandolier. It was like he had a bottomless supply for the time being.

    “Everyone else, get ready to rain hell from afar as soon as they get away from metal man!” The icy-eyed man shouted- no, ordered- all the others in the fight. For an American who claimed to "hate people" and stereotypically prefer swords over pens, his tone seemed as though he was taking the job as the "cunning" leader- if nobody else took it the group was running the risk of uncoordination. Hell, he seemed to have the appearance that it wasn't his first rodeo with leadership, even if nobody had necessarily voiced their approval of the SOG being the head of the fight. The somewhat self-nominated mastermind quickly shelled in his new M203 grenade before aiming at the general direction of the Nazi.

    “If you have some explosives that you have, use 'em as soon as the others get out of the blast radius!” Frank added, hoping to capitalize on such imprecise attacks when there was no risk of friendly fire. As soon as the melee brawlers were out of his way the CIA agent would start firing down range, and when they moved a few feet away from the cyborg- and subsequently out of the way from the grenade's potential radius- he'd also shoot the M203 for good measure. But if they kept brawling in CQC, Woods wouldn't do anything but hope they heed his orders.
 
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The frantic feelings Asuka had caused the child herself another triggering of her PTSD. This time, it was back to the moment Kyoko advanced towards her to strangle her as she tried to escape. She let out another welp, sent flying towards the floor via herself, as she put her hands on the top sides of her head, her mech following the exact same movements. Now, she no longer thought of Stroheim as an idol, but rather another bother like her parents, then yelled,

"Dann kämpfe ich überhaupt nicht! (Then I won't fight at all!)"

Afterwards, she went away from the battlefield and sat in a corner of the warehouse, crying, as she repeatedly pleaded for a return to Germany in her mind. She no longer wanted to fight, either.

'I--Ich will zuwückgehen. Ich will zuwückgehen. Zuwück nach Deutschwand, wo ich in sowchen Dingen nicht mehr sein muss, und das und das, und... Arrrh! (I--I want to go back. I want to go back. Back to Germany, where I won't have to be in things like this, and that, and...Arrrh!)'​
 
~Shilo Saga: Interacting with Asuka ( marc122 marc122 ), Jak ( darkred darkred ), Frank ( FactionGuerrilla FactionGuerrilla ), and Strohiem ( Haz. Haz. ).
Location: Inside the Warehouse at 52 Grapevine Street Northeast.

Shilo watched as the girl had some kind of emotional break... Shilo sighed, not quite knowing exactly what the girl was going through. "Danke ... Aber sei siche," ("Thank you, be safe though.") The assassin told the young girl before finally turning back to see what she had missed in the fight. Apparently it was almost won... Fantastic. She was about to run in to take a few hits of her own when she heard “Stop trying to get up close and fall back, dammit! Fall back and regroup, let the ranged shooters take over while you rest!,” Shilo hesitated at Frank's words and groaned in annoyance. She pulled out two of her throwing knives, holding them between her fingers as she walked toward Frank. Out of the corner of her right eye she saw Jak but didn't know what to do with that and made a mental note to stay as far away as possible for now. "Seems like I'm missing all the fun," she said, sounding rather apathetic about the entire situation. She could see where she could get a few good hits in from her throwing knives, but compared to everyone else's ranged attacks, it didn't seem quite good enough. Nonetheless, Shilo had nearly perfect aim, so when given the chance she would aim directly for Strohiem's head.
 
As their continually obvious lack of coordination continued to grow to be even more of a problem, Geralt frowned, his only truly offensive ability essentially neutered by the proximity of his allies, both temporary and possibly consistent alike. He turned his attention to the injured Lucario, and to Woods giving orders. Now, Geralt wasn't exactly a leader type. He usually traveled alone, and, at most, worked with one or two people. What he knew for sure, though, was that the bruisers were getting manhandled. Echoing Frank, he yelled out to CHEF and Baiken. "Step back or you're gonna get killed! We'll cover you!" With that, he tried to stun Stroheim with Axii once more, hoping to give his allies a window to back off without punishment.

After that, he weaved through the crowd of ranged attackers once more until he reached Lucario, Widowmaker, and the strange fox person. He looked down at the two apparent monsters, seemingly friendly for the moment. He stepped in front of them and cast an active quen sign, the bubble shield appearing around him and hopefully barring them from the beam, should it come their way. The dressing the fox applied seemed solid enough, but it wasn't the proper treatment for a burn. "I doubt that bandage is sterile. We need to cool the burn, too. Get him out of here, to an apothecary if you can find it; bandaged or not, it's going to get infected, and fast, without the proper treatment. He's in no shape to fight." Geralt, surprisingly, sounded worried.

He turned his head to Widowmaker. "Are you wounded at all? You got into the thick of it, and I lost track of you. Can only keep an eye on so many people at once." The witcher sounded truly concerned, just as he had for Lucario. He shook his head, regardless of her response, and continued, though he was also shouting to Frank and the other ranged attacks, his expression intensely focused, though there was fatigue in his cat-like eyes. Casting all of these signs in such quick succession was taking its toll. As the situation grew more dire, Geralt felt a hard call had to made. "I don't know what your weapons are, but I can tell by the noise that they probably hurt. If they don't back off and things keep going south, you need to fire anyways. If they want to risk their lives, it shouldn't come at the cost of all of yours!"

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