Multiple Settings Plumbers: A multiverse fixer RP

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

The presentation goes through one of Cama's ears and exits directly out of the other one. Hardly anything that was mentioned by Prax or the others clicked in his head as he was too busy thinking of home, or at least what was left of it. Something did snag his attention though: it was when Stephen talked about "fixing realities"... Could this really be possible? ...Could they really fix what they did to his world? Or better yet, could they send him back in time in his world before that horrible war ever happened? Maybe. This does sound promising. Perhaps they really can do that if they were able to pull other people from their worlds too. Almost immediately after those words were uttered did he stand up straight, brush a few of the others over as he moved closer, and clicked his eyes directly at Stephen, paying full attention to the rest of what he had to say on the matter. It sounds like if they were to make it happen, he'd have to pay his dues first by undertaking operations for them. What operations exactly, he isn't sure, and there's not a whole lot he can do other than be intimidating. Regardless, there's nothing he can do for his world right now. He's stuck inside this place they call the citadel with no way home. The only thing he's able to do is just play along for now. He's not going to like it, but what other choice does he have? He's certain of one other thing though; if they even try cheating him, things are going to become very, very messy.

As for the rooms, he randomly waltzes into one, inspects it, and wipes a dust pattern on it's door so the others know he's claimed it. Once that's done, he simply sits on the bed and tries very hard to process everything that's happened so far.

 

[Breadman]

Perhaps you found new calling as a beastmaster?

"You can say that." Santoro side-eyed Teksis "We manufactured these to hunt your dumb cousins from where I come from." He walked inside his quarters and sat down behind a desk. There were plenty of assorted items littering its surface. Parts, tools and a few other unknown objects. The quartermaster took out a holotablet and noted down that the saber was taken "You're free to go." He said while not tearing his sight away from the tablet.
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"Do you mind telling me why we have a literal baby on this team?" Elaine was furious, but she still kept her voice down as to not stress out Slerk. The creature had woken up since the sedatives had worn off. She placed him on the desk in her clinic and moved anything dangerous out of the way. Stephen was standing there in the room, trying to figure out how to explain this. "Well?" She tapped her foot while looking him in the eyes.

"Well...Look. The Keepers said that he's going to be our responsibility and that he'll be useful to the team. His species grows up real fast to adulthood. He's not going to be a baby forever." He tried to reason around it "And he's not going to be affected by the age freeze until he's an adult anyway."

"Oh, great" Sarcasm is all she could muster besides screaming his ears off "And how long until he's an adult?"

"A few months."

"Stephen."

"Yes?"

"Get out of my clinic before I start dissecting you for a thesis." That was all he needed to leave in a hurry, leaving her alone to wonder what to do with the baby creature in the clinic. The Keepers decided to saddle them with one of the worst possible responsibilities while at the same time expecting them to keep running missions. They better get something worthwhile for this. "Well, might as well learn what you are." A press of a button from her tablet started a scanner. A few seconds would be all it was needed so she could at least get an idea of what this thing really was.

 

[Radley]

Teksis eyed Santoro for a brief moment before heading back into the corridor. He then proceeded to check the doors to see who occupied which room. Noting the dusty pattern on one of the doors, he assumed the equally dusty individual must be rescinding there.
Content with his new neighboor, Teksis entered the room opposite to that.

Upon entering the room he became slightly perplexed to find it was tiny and spartan. A few moments passed before he remembered that Prax had mentioned it could change to what ever the occupant wanted it to be. Assuming the console was the key to the process, he walked over and touched it. To his surprise, the room began changing before his very eyes. Seizing this new found knowledge, Teksis imagined his captains quarters from his own ship.

The room took on a spherical shape with a flat floor, it's interior taking on a dark, rusty color. The walls were adorned with banners of faded yellow and a circular spotlight shone down from the center of the roof onto a circular table, also centrally located. At the far wall of the room was a ornate chair, flanked by a small table and what appeared to be a decorative stand specifically meant for the captains sabre.

Satisfied with the results, Teksis strolled to the chair, placed his sword in the stand and sat down. After making himself comfortable, he took out a small glass canister that was heavily reinforced with metal. Screwing the top half a turn, the canister made a hissing sound and seemed to be sucking in the matter around it.

Teksis leaned back in in the chair and let out a satisfied grunt. Captain again, at least of his own dwelling.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Unlike Teksis, Cama doesn't touch his room one bit, preferring to keep it a prison-like cell. While he knows he's allowed to change it to be decorated and modified as much as he sees fit, he even refuses to consider looking at the little console where he's able to do that. He knows that if he even touches it, the bright city he once called home will appear around him. Tall spires of bronze reaching out from the ground and into the heavens while gold plated gliders flew in between them as they carry happy people enjoying the sights from high above. Above it would've been a vast deep blue with pearly white clouds dashed like paint strokes across the canvas of the sky. And in the center of it all would've been the imperial tower, shining like the beacon of the world it was with him overlooking the pride of his people from atop it's highest balcony...

As beautiful of a sight he knows that is, that's not something he needs to see right now.

 

[Fubuki]

As she listened along to the speech by her hosts, Elisa slowly starts to understand the situation. She's a part of an alien organization meant to re-stabilize other realities. However many they are...trillions, quadrillions? Infinite? Even this building has its own miniature sub-realities, with the staff bending them to their individual wills. This was the kind of thing you'd see in children's TV shows back in Vermillia, the unimaginable made manifest in a silly fashion meant to entertain pups...

Her head was starting to hurt again. She's a Constant. Out of her entire family line, she was granted this...blessing, or a curse? She could not place whatever it was, other than that she was called to serve an infinitely greater purpose.

Of course, she wouldn't forget she's royalty. Nobility never sleeps, after all.

The speech ended with directions, before being interrupted at the end with a very blunt...tall, bug thing. It smelled...noticeably 'fragrant'. There also was a very small 'fish' being held in one of the staff members arms. She politely moved past the group as they dispersed, making sure not to touch the strange looking aliens the group was comprised of, and found a room near the end of the hallway with the door facing a long set of windows. There was no name tag to the side, and she promptly opened the door. The room was devoid of occupants, color, and furnishings. She steps inside with the door automatically sliding closed behind her, noting how the room was as bland as a prison cell. The console however was right beside her near the door, catching her eye.

"How does this thing...work..." Elisa wonders aloud, poking a clawed finger at the bright blue palm-sized monitor. Eventually, she figures it out, and presses a button. She was thinking of her bedroom in the Royal Palace at that moment, and the room shifts before her eyes almost instantly. The room turns from a dingy square to a large, circular bedroom with high ceilings, the wall at the end flanked on either side with doors opening up wide to balconies. Beyond that, she could see the city stretching out for miles across hills, mountains cutting through the land, and the air of the vibrant blue sky! She felt the air hit her fur as it passes through the open doors. All her worry disappeared in that instant, an ecstatic smile across her face as she feels back at home.

Then she remembered it was just a simulation. She couldn't go down to the city, meet her people again, or travel to the Silver Hills and watch the sun rise like she would. Her smile faded, but it was a start. She walks to the bed, still a mess like she remembered when she woke up this morning, and sits down. It felt real, she thought, as she sunk her hand into the fabric of the blanket.

"I'll try my hardest, I will not fail again. For my people and our homeworld." She says to herself, now fully accepting her commitment to the cause she was thrust into. She wondered just how long it will be before she's put into her first mission.

 

[Breadman]

The scanner had the results for Elaine. Species: Slithereen. Biology allows to regenerate wounds quickly and in some cases to regrow lost limbs. Has a metamorphosis phase to change to adulthood. Strange mark on left arm. She wondered what exactly that strange mark was. Something from birth? A wound? She would have to look into it further, but first she needed to drop move him somewhere else. The clinic was hardly a place he could run around in.

Grabbing information from the archive about his home reality, she went to one of the free rooms while carrying Slerk. As always the room was barely better than a prison cell in it's current form, so adjustments would be needed. The console helped as the room gave way to a peaceful coast of a swamp lake. A hut that would fit him for the next few months was nearby. Made out of wood and covered with straw on top. Hopefully the images of home would calm him for now.
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Moira didn't have much reason to stay outside and wait for others to talk to. If they needed her, she would be in her workshop. Stepping inside her 'office' one would see the impossible space working overtime as it fit not only an assortment of gadgets and gizmos on various tables with blueprints strewn about, but they would see a hanger space containing many vehicles both modified or in the process of being taken apart so she could satisfy her curious nature. A habit she picked up from her father. Their tribe was always on the move and vehicles constantly broke down. Picking apart engines to salvage what she could became second nature during the day. During the night was when they defended what was theirs.

Her latest acquisition stood at the ready to be disassembled and put back together. Rubbing her hands with anticipation, she couldn't wait. But first she needed some music.

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Getting the right acoustics in this place was a bitch and a half, but the result was well worth it. Now that she had set the mood, she grabbed a wrench from one of the tables and got to work.
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"So, what do you think about them so far?" Checkers asked Prax. She didn't announce it to the others earlier, but she went to the mission room along with him. Less for work, but more for the company.

"We've had odd ones before. The group isn't anything we can't handle." Prax was looking over the files for the new members of the team and the work that was coming down their pipeline. They needed something quick and easy in order to get the hang of things. "How does a good old smash and grab sound to you?"

"What are we smashing and what are we grabbing?" He passed her the holotablet with the details of the mission. "Oh this one is good. Hostiles are scum of the earth, low chance of innocents getting hurt and the objective is pretty clear." Checkers passed it back. "Anyone else trying to get it?"

"Only Barret."

"Oh, Stoneface?" She raised an eyebrow. Barret was a long-time Plumber and commander of his own team. Occasionally they would compete with each other in a 'friendly' rivalry. But recently he had been avoiding them for some reason. This might cause him to come up for air and spark the rivalry back to life. "You sure you wanna poke him again? It's been a while."

"If he gets pissed off that we took his job, he can complain to the Keepers. He's had a month to get his team in gear and we need a good practice run." Prax sounded serious for a second a bit too serious. He looked at her and a slight smile formed on his face "And we need someone good to keep us sharp here."

 

[Radley]

Having filled his aether container, Teksis grabbed it firmly and screwed it shut with a sucking sound. He studied the contents of the vial before rising from his chair, grabbing his sabre and stepping out of his cabin. After all, now that he had his weapon, Prax could finally put him to the test.

Entering the hallway, he noticed a human wandering around, seemingly lost. Teksis walked past him and turned around, scanning Ted from head to toe.
"Hmm, you are no Baktu either, nor do you dress like one." He noted that Ted didn't have any armaments either.
"Do tell, what is your talent?" he asked, reminded of the fact that the keepers he met earlier had explained that those summoned to the citadel possessed potential for the tasks they performed.

 

[Viper Actual]

After the briefing concluded Shazraya went on her way to pick a room. She picked one next to the giant, Teksis, and went inside. Grimacing at the streamlined and clean interior she shook her head and got to work.

Immediately the room had turned to an exact copy of her office back on Kuros IV. Small, grey and dimly lit the center of the room was occupied by a large sleek desk. On it were several trophies taken from past targets to commemorate a special number of claimed bounties. 10th bounty. 25th bounty. 50th bounty and so on.

On the side of the room was Shazraya's gear-locker, shelves and a couch that could be turned into a bed on a whim. Five star-luxuries for sure.

Sitting down behind the desk Shazraya placed her feet atop and stretched out her arms.

Now to wait...

 

[Damian0358]

Ted was surprised to see that he had been stopped by whatever this was, ehm, 'Captain Teksis', as it had introduced itself to Moira. It could repair machinery, from what he understood. He disliked being with Moira, so being with someone else with skills like her would be better. However, then, he, Ted assumed, asked him what his talent was. He looked at the captain with a confused expression, as he tried to process what it was that it meant.

"...talent?" Ted said aloud, "...do you, ah, mean the potential that we all had back where we came from?" he asked, before just continuing rudely.

"I was told I had the apparent potential to cause the deaths of many of my potential owners, most of whom would've been high-ranking criminals of some capacity," he just revealed flatly.

 

[Radley]

Teksis tilts his head when Ted says that his potential was the death of many.
"Bah!" he exclaims waving one of his hands slightly, "You do not have the air of a warrior. I will believe it when I witness it."
While talking to Ted, he notices Shazraya enter the room next to his. He murmured when he observed Lono features, such as the glowing read eyes and a pale visage adorned with equally pale hair. But she lacked both the point ears and the tall stature. Perhaps he really was the only one whisked from his reality.

After being lost in though he snapped back to Ted as he processed his reply more thoroughly, "Your potential... owners? Where you shackled in your world?" he asks bluntly, with personal curiosity devoid of sympathy.

 

[Damian0358]

"I was a product in my world, one of many identical. I could only interact like so," Ted motioned his hand between the two of them, "with other products with similar AI, whether it be those identical to me or not," he responded, not really paying much mind how Teksis was lost in thought.

 

[Radley]

"Ah, A micro-machine." Teksis replied, "Perhaps you will be of some use after all." While Teksis had become Captain based on his combat skills and mechanical know-how, even he realized the importance of having an android that could link into computer systems. Working with the humans of his reality and their android counter parts had thought him that much.

 

[Damian0358]

Ted just stood there silently as he tried to figure out what "micro-machine" exactly meant. As he thought about it, he supposed that the name did fit, to some extent. At the very least, he smiled knowing he had some apparent use - the folks here told him of his capabilities, but not really uses, as if they thought he'd figure that out himself, unbeknownst to him. He had a better impression of Teksis than he did of Moira at this point, he may as well keep with him.

"Name's Teddy, by the way. Ted Coach," he extended his hand for a handshake, to properly introduce himself.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

The door to Cama's cell opens, and he steps out with clouds of dust enveloping the door frame. Where he's going, he doesn't care, he just needs to stretch his legs out a bit and pace around to get the blood flowing. There's some activity in the hallway though, so he decides to inspect it. There's two people chatting among eachother. One looked human, but the other is some sort of multi-limbed creature. Supposedly he'll be working with them, so he may as well listen on on what they're saying.

 

[Radley]

Teksis looked at Teds outstretched hand with some confusion. Was this some sort of android salute?
He slowly stretched on of his upper arms out and eventually grasping Teds hand incredibly firmly, "I am Captain Teksis, of the Wasp clan and Follower of Baron Bakrik of the fleet without banners." He proclaimed proudly. He realized the full title may not have been necessary, considering Ted probably didn't know anything about his reality. But Teksis quickly shook the waved the thought away. He had fought hard and overcome many obstacles for that title.

 

[Damian0358]

Ted nodded as Teksis eventually grasped Ted's hand, if firmly. He shook his hand as Teksis proudly proclaimed his full title. Even if he knew squat about said title, he'd keep it in mind for the future. After he finished shaking and prompted Teksis to let go of his hand, he motioned to the fact that there appeared to be another person here.

"And who might that be?" he asked, now looking at them directly.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Cama remains silent. No 'hello' or any sort of greeting comes from him. He does however examine Ted from head to toe, making note of how odd he's dressed.

 

[Doomevil]

Sanford decided to sit through most of the briefing. In all honesty, he wasn't really paying attention to most of it. He was too busy daydreaming and thinking about his comrades at home fighting. Once the speech was over he started searching for a room to choose in. Somewhere closer to these new people he has to stick around with. One of the doors retracted, allowing him to see a compact room consisting of a mini-fridge, microwave, and a desk. "Really?" Sanford rolled his eyes, preferring something noir-ish. The merc immediately changed the blank room into a cyberpunk apartment, flat-screen TV, console, computer on desk, two-sided bed, windows with the dramatic lighting they always had for the storm. Sanford smiled, staring at the place. Now this was a room alright.

Meanwhile Molly decided to change her room to resemble her home in the Metro. She widened the size to accommodate for future research, company, and maybe a kitchen to bake some deserts around here. Pristine white across the place, a black tile floor fitting the futuristic aesthetic. It will have to do for now. Molly nodded with the room decoration finished, heading outside to observe what's going on out there.

 

[Radley]

Teksis studied the silent individual before letting out is usual scoff, "Perhaps you can not speak, but you have the air of a fighter" Teksis spoke.
When Cama remained as silent as ever, Teksis turned away and began walking towards the command room. After all it was where he intended to go in the first place.

Entering the room he greeted Checkers and Prax with a Krell salute, although this one was quicker and more informal than the one he had given Moira earlier.
"Baron Prax, I have retrieved my weapon and I stand ready for your trials. I want to know what you demand of my skills."

 

[Damian0358]

Ted watched as Teksis seemed to do his usual routine before departing, leaving only him and the other person, who was human shaped yet was larger than most and wore some sort of mask. Feeling kind of awkward, he decided to approach the being with his hand out for a handshake.

"We haven't met yet... Ted Coach, or Teddy," said the strange-looking person to the strange-looking person.

 

[Fubuki]

After a bit of silent contemplation and reminiscing over her bedroom, Elisa quietly heads to the door and exits her room. She turns around and finds it automatically closes behind her. She even spots the name tag has changed to her name. In its entirety. She lets out a gentle giggle, before walking down the hallway.

She was deathly parched, and wanted something to calm the nerves. Possibly five shots of the strongest alcoholic sedative they have. Or ten.

As she walked, she spotted some people in the hall. The smelly bug walked off, while the remaining two seemed to try to converse to one another. Not being one to pass up an opportunity to make connections, Elisa approached the two. The tall dusty one, and the smaller, foppishly dressed man. It seems the smaller one is trying to engage with the dusty one, trying to handshake. Her big, fluffy wolf-like ears twitch as she hears a name. Wonderful! One is named 'Teddy'. Like the bear! How quaint.

"Greetings, aliens!" She says, putting on her most diplomat-pleasing smile, as she stops just before them. Her tail was even wagging, though she forced it to appear happy, as a habit.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Unlike the handshake he gave Santoro, he's using a lot of strength here. Ted's hand becomes nearly crushed under Cama's tight grip. He also performs this motion where he elevates the handshake above both their shoulders and shakes it vigorously. Perhaps this was how people like him shook hands back in his reality? Whatever the case, hopefully Ted isn't offended by it in a case of cultural misunderstanding.

Then that royal lady walks in, and the friendliness stops as he lets go of Ted's hand and turns to face her. Cama looks down intensely on Elisa, his body language becoming stiff and tense.

 

[Damian0358]

Ted was looking awkward, as Cama did the handshake in an odd fashion. He just accepted it, as he had done for many things since he arrived here. Suddenly, he heard someone else greeting the both of them. Cama let go of his hand, and turned towards her. Looking at his own hand before facing towards her, he looked her over. Whoever this was, they were furry-looking and were wearing a fancy dress. He extended his hand to her too.

"Hello! My name is Ted Coach, or Teddy. What's yours?" he asked her, hoping to get a name this time rather than just a silent handshake.

 

[Fubuki]

Elisa was caught off guard by the dusty ones mannerisms, preferring to stare down at her. She lets out a worry-filled chuckle as she smiles at him, before turning to the other one. This one was much more friendly and initiative, thank the gods.

She returned to her expressive smile and shook the hand of the man before her. The pads on the palm-side of her hands made the shake really soft. She had two white stripes on her cheeks beside her muzzle, as well as really long silvery hair.

"I am Princess Elisa De Vermillia Auron. Pleased to make your acquaintance!" She says in her most friendliest of tones, mostly meant for politicians or representatives who can't understand her. "I presume your friend here is...uh..." She looks up at the brutish man, hoping to get a name. It seems this one is the strong silent type...

 

[Damian0358]

"Believe me when I say that I do not know his name either, though..." Ted turned to look at Cama, finally having spotted the man's name tag, "he appears to have a name tag... 'Cama'."

This person seemed nice enough. It might be worth sticking with her too.