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Jerome-092Jerome looked around in confusion. Instead of the utilitarian halls of the UNSC Spirit of Fire, he was treated to the start white of the room he now inhabited. He wasn't alone, but for now he ran a quick check.
System diagnostics were green. His weapons were loaded and online. With satisfaction, Jerome turned to the group. Very few seemed to be soldiers, many did not seem even close to militaristic. Spartans did not mix well with non-Spartans, and sometimes not even those of a military background.
The room worried him. If this was a detention centre, there wouldn't be a weapon in sight. So why put people like this in a room together? Nothing Jerome had seen or trained for could have ever prepared him for this.
He looked to Leo, and approached.
"What's the SITREP?"
The Spartan asked, quickly.
thatguyinthestore
Negan pushed himself up against one of the walls of the room, taking in all the strange figures before him. For a moment he was confused by his situation until he very quickly noticed something was missing. Lucille. He immediately stood to his feet.
He stumbled forwards, looking around the room, pushing past people looking for his beloved bat. "Shit shit SHIT!!!" He proclaimed as he continued to pace around the room "Which one of you motherfuckers has her!"
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Julian "Ruin", Designation SPARK-002
Physical Integrity-100% Systems, Armor Intact
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"AH! BLINDING LIGHT! I LOOKED INTO THE SUN! I LOOKED INTO THE-"
The giant bipedal robot colored red and orange immediately shot up, the "eye" lights on the head booting up, and the machine immediately looked around, the initially alarmed voice taking on a somewhat more condescending tone.
"Oh, I'm alive. It would seem this unit hasn't been destroyed after all."
The machine slowly rose to its feet, looking at itself and to its side, before letting out a sigh.
"Well, that's not good. My gun is gone. And my BIT drone. You know, whoever sent me here, whenever I say that I'll be down to just fists soon, that doesn't exactly mean that it's tactically advantageous. Can't say I'm breaking into tears to finally be free of XCOM though."
Julian immediately took note of Negan ( Stormcloak ) and tilted his head.
"I don't know who you even are. Do I look like I'm capable of stealing things without getting noticed?"
Negan Looks at the strange robot and says "Listen up Wall-e I don't know what the hell is going on, all I know is that my sweet Lucille is missing and I gotta find her!"
He then takes a step back and holds his hand to his head, still a little bit dazed.
( GearBlade654 )
Byakuren Hijiri
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The Buddhist concept of Nirvana portrays a state of complete peace; abandoning self and becoming one with everything. Byakuren had painted a vivid picture of this for her followers in the past as motivation; that one day their trials might pay off into serenity. She had always imagined it as a blanket of darkness swept over her eyes and a million fresh, explosive colors in her head... but perhaps she was wrong, for she opened her eyes to see not wooden rafters, but blank white. A delicious sensation flooded through Byakuren's veins and gave her a power high the likes of which she had never felt, even with her scroll in hand. For a suspended moment, she felt more alive than she had ever felt before.
Could this be...?
For a split second, she almost believed so. Then the headache hits. Dull and throbbing and a reminder of her place. A chorus of moans and groans— possibly dozens of them— hit her ears. Byakuren felt a swooping sensation in her chest as if she missed a step on the stairs, forcing her into complete clarity. How did she get here?
Her hands found purchase on the plain floor and pushed, heaving the monk up to a sitting position. She looked around at the odd group, then at Leo, thin eyebrows knitting together with worry. "Is this... real? Where are we? Ah, no, I apologize. I'm sure we have time. First thing's first," She raises her voice slightly, "Is everyone alright?"
( thatguyinthestore and anyone else, really)
Link // LOZ,BOTW // tags: open
The young Hylian appeared in a hue of blue strings, disappearing once he stepped down onto solid ground and opened his eyes. He stiffened immediately at the unfamiliar scene and reached for the master sword by instinct- only to find that it wasn’t there. His gaze first flew to his empty hand after it had grazed his back. His shield, bow, and sword had all disappeared, though most of his other items were still on his person. Not that they counted for anything since it was just objects like monster drops, food, and clothing.
Instead of relying on his instincts to survive like he had done on the island trial, the blond looked around. There were many other people foreign to Link’s adventures, save for a few semi-familiar faces at were definitely not from Hyrule. Hesitantly the boy watched as the maroon-haired man spoke up, apparently inferring what had happened as he spoke. Link was a tad doubtful though and turned to survey the scene, walking over to the strange white cabinets at the far end of the room. Perhaps his weapons were in there?
Yuma
Yuma noticed the strange man causing a bit of a commotion and decided to keep her distance for the time being. She got up and walked around the room continuing to search for anyone she might notice. She then noticed all the furniture and objects in the room. She noticed a small crowd around the cupboards and inched closer slowly.
Once more she floated, existing in a dream and travelling once more through her connection to the Root, being instinctively led by the void once more to materialize within another world or time. She has since been many things, Pseudo-servent, Aramitama, Magus Assassin, Beast of Alaya...and likely many more since as she struggles to bring her eyes to open to the unfamiliar sensation and the tingling yet falling asleep once more to an even deeper dreaming.
Her eyes open slowly to the new environment the new girl stands them, her white kimono blending in almost perfectly with the walls of the room yet the stark red of her jacket standing out clearly, for now, her expression is one of mild curiosity as it turns across the several gathered individuals and her new surroundings through an otherwise listless grace. Given the person's little mind for now, as she walks to the drawers and cupboards opening such up without much ceremony and glancing within as the background of the others conversing takes place. This was why she held her dislike for most humans.