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“Y-yeah... I agree with uh... s.. Steve??? I’m... still learning names- s-sorry... but I do think it would be good to.... w.... what is that...”

You’re cut off upon hearing some sort of robotic... singing...? A shiver goes down your spine... it was so... monotone.... so mechanic.... yet it sounded so full of life...

You turn towards the singing to see... well.. a robot. That explains the voice.... but uh... who WAS this guy?! Friend?! Foe?! Probably foe if you had to guess!! Your tail straightens up and your ears flair in fear. You just died, you don’t need a double death!!

“EHEHE.. WHOS... WHOS THAT. LOOKS LIKE LORD DEATH BUT SKINNIER. I DONT... I DONT LIKE IT....”

You switch to your humanoid form, and begin sweating nervously, looking like you’re about to just run away again since you’re a massive coward.. but you notice a sudden weakness and exhaustion in your body... it felt.... awful really.... you clutch your chest, suddenly tired... what WAS this... (I don’t know if the chips still affect everyone or if they just affect the people in the Deathstroke fight. If they only affect the Deathstroke fight people, please ignore all the text that’s bold and underlined)

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Blake Belladonna

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Paralyzed. Healthy.

INVENTORY/POWERS

- Gambol Shroud (active)
- Aura
- Shadow
- Faunus Traits

MUSIC

None!
He may be one of the stronger enemies we've come across, possibly on the level of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s heroes. He may be a fearful assassin the several of us have fought. He may be a valiant fighter who has put up with our power, our coordination, our determination.

Yet, at the end, strength in numbers factored in our favor.

He--wait, what's he doing?! I quickly point Gambol Shroud and...dropped to the ruined floor... What... Wh--the heck..? I can't...move...no...I--I can't get up. N--not even move my eyes... Dang dirty t--tricks... Why had I ceased to e--expect them..? No, someone's... Someone's trying to show him, by resisting with wh--what little energy they had... Problem is, I can't s--speak... All I can do...is watch.

...No...and nine down. More. Deja. Vu. Why? The s--same thing happened back at Brunswick Farms...with the Apathy, who t--took away the victims' will to live, until... Until they were n...neither angry, nor sad.

Just tired.

...Huh..? Midna is not affected for s--some reason...wait, I can feel my body again. Nor am I tired for no good reason. Was it because whatever device is in Deathstroke's hand worked for a limited time? Maybe. Whatever that is, he's not going to get off with such a dirty trick again, unless if we happen to be blind, in which case, shame on us. And just like that, he's out. I guess the ninja was right, after all; he is an ignorant man. He was probably so prideful, he didn't realize how much of a threat she really is.

Anyways, before I go upstairs, I stay behind for a bit, looking at the fallen fighter's body. Kneeling besides it, I slowly close her eyes for her. Her world will never see her again.

"You will be missed."

Now that it's done with, I follow Midna upstairs, looking out for any potential danger. Now, onto what I was doing when I fought Deathstroke with the others. So, when Leo and Ike were killed, it probably pushed me to the edge, to the point where I almost couldn't even care about the others' wellbeing, that leather jacket guy not withstanding. Only reason why was because the guy smashing the poor man's knees was still a fresh memory. ...Dammit, had nobody else stepped in to save the people who get put in danger, either by themselves, or the assassin, and I was just too busy trying to get at him, they would've either ended up dead, or critically injured.

At least I won't have to worry about that aga...wait, what. ANOTHER SPLITTING PATH. Alright, fine, Mr. Cobblepot, you win this time. Now, where to go... The drug manufacturing unit can easily be more questionable, as there's potential for companies to insert something unregulated. The weapon manufacturing line, on the other hand, I'm usually a little unsure, but considering Mr. Cobblepot, something illegal is also going on, possibly.

However, I choose to go to the drug manufacturing, because I'm sure there's something fishy going on.

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    Sgt. Mike "Psycho" skyes

    The soldier watched everything happen. As he got up, he suddenly couldn’t move... deathstroke had gotten them with the remote. He moved slowly cursing as he moved slowly, his energy being zapped until wait... Minda stopped the quick drawing.

    He eyed the fallen warrior and stayed quiet for a second before paying his last respects.

    Psycho had turned and started to check the weapons manufacturing path.

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Health: 138/150

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Hunger: 139/150

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Sanity: 117/120 (Increased by Hugging Bernie)


-Inventory/Powers-

-Fire-related strengths
-Bernie the Teddy Bear
-Lighter


-Music-

None, currently.



Willow looked at Len who had just arrived in the mech and responded, "Yep, she did. I honestly answered her and told her that I-" Before getting cut off by a paralyzing sensation that refused to let Willow move her mouth to form the rest of the sentence. This lasted for a few minutes before she suddenly felt everything free up and she finally finished, "-didn't really like ice cream." Confused, Willow massaged her jaw and began looking around whilst still holding onto Bernie. She didn't see anything odd in the mech that could've caused her to freeze up like that, but she definitely didn't hear fighting anymore. "Hey, I think the fight...stopped? Or slowed down at least. I don't hear anymore brawling outside." She thought aloud, then went over to climb out of the large robot, and found about what she had expected. An unconscious Deathstroke, and the group advancing out of the room. "I think it's safe to come out!" Willow shouted to her three companions still inside the robot.

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"Yep, she did."​

At Willow's reply, Len had just given out a little nervous laugh muttering 'typical Rin' to himself, as if it was some sort of internal joke. Not after the girl had started answering, however, they had heard Deathstroke's voice in the background which now echoed inside the silent room once no more attacks were being made. They thought it was over, they thought they had won and then... the world had gone dark.

To those inside Porter taking cover with the twins, the vocaloid pair had just suddenly gone limp. Their consoles had lit up with an alert for a split-second before the screen turned off for good, together with their vivid blue optics and the red and green LEDs by the buttons on their shirts. Instead of figuring out where the motor network control was and interrupting said function, probably due to the futuristic design, the chip had released a low power EMP forcing a quick reset. For the next five or so minutes, their metal bodies leaned into each-other almost as if the two were sleeping, as their systems worked to restart component by component once more.

Once vision had returned to them, Midna had been already knocking the light out of the man with a huge fiery looking fist. Woa, remember Len to never ever discuss back to the girl in all of his life-spam.

"I have no idea of what I just missed, but that seemed like it hurt a lot...", he had grimaced. "That's what you get for being such a bully!", Rin attempted t blow a raspberry at Deathstroke (and failed), before cheering their ally on, "Wooo! Way to go Mii-chan~!"

For now, the ice-cream talk had been lost as Willow had called the recently rebooted twins attention to the lack of fighting. With the silent atmosphere, Rin hopped her way outside Porter, stretching herself up as if remaining seated for that long made her joints stiff. Len, stayed behind, making sure that everyone else had exited before him and realizing that one individual remained. Parappa didn't seem to be doing fine, but they needed to keep going since staying around an unconscious mercenary that would be angry at them seemed like a terrible idea.

"H-hey... How are you holding up there?", he asked in a soft voice, awkward, not knowing exactly what kind of words to use, "Oh hey uhh, here.", Len had pulled out the canine's microphone from his pocket, presenting it to him from the side, "It was quite helpful, but now it's time to return it to its rightful owner."

"So yeah, it's uhh, it's safe now, we should probably let Lyle take his robot back.", the boy gestured towards the door, "Do you need to be carried or.. something?"

After her stretch, Rin had begun mindlessly humming a tune. The good part of getting reset was that she didn't get to see another member of their group die and with her oblivious, taking everything a face-value way of being, she didn't go analysing every bit of the room either. Back on her little happy world, the older sibling had just started strolling away until she had stepped into something that wasn't the floor. It was... a hat! And a rope? She doesn't think a lot about it and puts the hat on top of her bow, which looks very very silly. The rope, thingy, Rin decided to wear like some kind of purse. Someone had lost these! Now she had to find who it was...

"Okay everyone! I don't want to stay behind so we should get going too!", she let out excitedly while making a pose, "To that corridor next! Let's all go in a line, all aboard the Rin fun train! Tchoo, tchoo~!"


 
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SPARK-001, designation PraetorianSPARK-002, designation Ruin
Physical Integrity: Chassis OK, Targeting Sensors recoveringPhysical Integrity: Chassis OK, Power Systems recovering
Actions: Heading to Weapons Development RoomActions: Disrespecting Deathstroke
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Praetorian's targeting sensors were working overtime. The machine was trying to find a way to fill Deathstroke with holes, but with the sheer amount of allies in melee range of the mercenary, Praetorian was trying not to hit them. Julian on the other hand was beginning to lock on Deathstroke until the remote was pressed. When the effects ended, Praetorian found that its targeting sensors were a bit off, and Julian found that its power levels were a bit low. Both SPARKs looked ahead, and silently agreed to head to weapons development.
"Targeting sensors are reporting higher error rates. Recalibrating."
"Ahhhh, the fat man's hired gun's remote has failed. How sad. And my power levels took a hit-a hit I am still slowly fixing."
"I suppose there isn't much I can do now. I shoot this guy..."
"Actually, you know what, I don't see why not. Move along now, inferior creation."
Praetorian tilted its head, but eventually decided to amble off to the weapons development room. Julian on the other hand proceeded to kick the mercenary in the gut repeatedly as an insult.
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Alphonse Elric
They had finally did it. The man who had ruthlessly killed two of their members was now on the floor in defeat. It had taken everyone’s help to do it, but nevertheless, the battle was over and they could continue. Just as Alphonse was about to rise from the concrete floor he experienced a sensation he hadn't felt in entire years. True, genuine pain. While the rest of the group appeared to become sluggish in their movements as if falling asleep Alphonse could only describe it as his soul being forcibly ripped from it's shell. He couldn't hear nor see what was happening through the blistering white pain as he whimpered from within his shaking armor. As what felt like an eternity passed by, he could only dread as to what was happening. It must have had been due to Alphonse's blood seal and the remnants of the bomb but he couldn't understand how it could cause an affliction such as this.

Finally the pain subsided and he swiftly opened the shell of his armor. Inside the blood seal sat on the nape of the neck's armor, seemingly unaffected but on closer inspection, flakes no larger than a mite had fallen off not far from where the remnants of his bomb sat. thankfully there wasn't enough damage to the seal to cause any permanent harm to him. He'd be safe.

Slowly Alphonse got up from the ground and was greeted with a disheartening sight. The woman with short black hair had in the span of a few seconds lost hear life from a single bullet wound to the head. In the span of a few hours Alphonse had witnessed a grand total of nine deaths and the day wasn't even over yet. After the cat eared girl closed the dead woman's eyes, numbly he found his helmet, walked over to the body, and placed the last throwing knife he had into the woman's grip. he hadn't known her for too long but it felt almost wrong to see her without a weapon in her grasp. He had one last thing to do before leaving.

Seeing the passed out mercenary on the ground Alphonse was almost tempted to just end the man's life right then and there but too many people had died today. Even if Deathstroke was a killer himself, Alphonse was just too tired to become one too. He simply bonded the remaining armor Deathstroke wore to the concrete through alchemy. He definitely wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. Alphonse then got up and quietly joined the rest of the group.

At the crossroads Alphonse decided to follow Praetorian into the weapons development.

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Tandem eventually regained his energy to see the dead body of Shiki, bullet between the eyes too, there's no doubt that she's dead. Great, three of the people Tandem actually interacted with is dead and gone. He was understandably pissed off as he stood up and stretched his body nonchalantly as he watched the imp interrogate the assassin like the bitch that he is. . . . Fucking asshole, not even the coppers and bounty hunters in his universe were as cheap as him and he's had to run away from them a lot, they used every tactic in the book just to catch him but they failed multiple times but his luck always helps him when he actually gets caught. Guess this world is just filled with ruthless assholes like that Cobblepot fellow. I mean, who puts bombs into children's heads?! Jeez!!

Tandem spit on Deathstroke's face and lightly kicked his sides as payback for killing his comrades before approaching Shiki's body. He stared at her body for a while with a blank face before shaking his head softly and sighing as he crouched, tempted to grab the Master Sword and sell it when he gets back home but does he really wanna do that? He feels like it would be disrespectful to just steal from her because she was the reason they even managed to escape the horde of shadow-beasts. So, he decided to stand back up and follow the others, leaving the dead body and her equipment behind, no need to steal from her. He'll remember her for the bravery and resourcefulness that she shown.

And then there's another split path. Hooray! Time to split up again!! Gah, does Cobblepot have some kind of maze fetish or something?! Why the fuck are there so many split paths?!! Tandem's sadness turned to irritation, maybe he shouldn't have thrown the bottle of booze away so this mission would have been a lot more tolerable but he still has stamina to spare for a couple of fights. So maybe he can manage to help the team out a little more but now he has to choose a path to go to.

"This room looks cool, you chumps wanna follow me inside it?" He said, pointing at the Drug manufacturing room with his thumb.​
 
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    Strategizing
    Secret Room
    Interaction    : Rin, Len, Morgan, Group​

    After Midna took Deathstroke down, he deactivated all of his Skills. It was finally over, thought Lyle with a relieved smile. His legs felt like bamboo in the wind. As the jewel stopped sapping up his mana, the momentum caused his head to spin. A wrong step later, he was sent falling down from Porter right next to Rin.

    "Ow... that hurts," he groaned.

    He slowly pulled himself up. No magic for a while. At least not of that scale. From the ground, he saw Rin already back to her usual cheerful self. Then he saw her wearing a familiar hat and carrying a familiar rope.

    "Nice to see you back to normal, Rin," Lyle slowly pulled himself off the ground, smiling in the process. "I think that hat belongs to the gunslinger. I should thank him for saving Len back then."

    The aftermath of the battle was not as bad as he expected. There was only one deceased this time. He didn't even know her name. Lyle stood silently before her lifeless body, offering a short prayer to the Goddesses. Her weapons... she seemed to hold a few, with a diamond pickaxe and a longsword. She had been storing the weapons of her comrades, huh. Lyle picked the girl's sword, the pickaxe, and the longsword and stored it in Porter. If he had the chance to...

    Lyle shook his head. It wasn't sure if they could return or not.

    Box

    He stored Porter and the weapons in his Box. Now that was done, Lyle looked around for the gunslinger before heading to the corridor.



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  • Arthur Morgan had quickly escaped the unstable second floor as fast as he had climbed up it, leaping off the stairs a couple of flights away from the ground and ending up on the ground. He immediately aimed his Schofield Revolver at the mess that was going on with his teammates and Deathstroke...

    ...Only for him to feel significantly weaker. Like he was sick- but multiplied by a hundred times. Empty. Out of strength. Yet despite this lack of power, his body remained frozen- aiming his Schofield right at Deathstroke. The only thing he could move was his eyes.

    The only person who could fight this power-thing, the woman who had protected the animal-loving girl from earlier, immediately got her brains shot out when she went after the futuristic mercenary. After that, Deathstroke seemed to focus in on Arthur.

    Arthur, of all people. Slade could have easily picked one of the more powerful folks in the room- the giant metal boy, the ice ninja, or even the lightning-fast cat girl. Instead, he picked the most human of them all- a gunslinger who was from a time that passed than a century ago. A man who had handled a gun ever since he was a kid. Hell, he figured anyone else probably could have done even more damage than he did; Arthur had just been lucky. Or talented at shooting. Give anyone else in the room a gun to practice with for two decades, and he reckoned they could reach a skill level similar to him.

    But Morgan digressed. Did he want to die? Not really. Was he accepting of his death? He knew he probably would be left for dead like everyone else before him- to rot and likely be forgotten in this ridiculous place. But there was nothing he could do now, besides be frozen in his scowl as he looked Deathstroke right in the eye. If this was the way he'd go, then he'd at least die looking his killer right in the eye-

    Except he didn't die. The instant before Deathstroke could shoot his shotgunning nemesis, one angry Midna took the former down with a bash to the head. It was at this moment that Arthur practically toppled over, having instinctually tried to move his muscles forwards but not expecting to be freed without warning. He pushed himself up, grimacing as he watched the imp-girl "interrogate" Slade to no avail, finding that he had absolutely no information of use.

    "Jeez, lady, you couldn't have done that earlier..?" The shootist commented as he slowly paced over to Deathstroke himself, seeing that his foe was unconscious. He could end the bastard's life now for killing three of Arthur's companions, even if he barely knew them. Put a bullet in between his eyes. The bastard wouldn't be able to save himself even if he was conscious, since Tin Boy had melded him into the concrete. Arthur lifted the Schofield up to his vision, putting the cold steel straight onto his rival's temple...

    ...No. There'd been enough bloodshed. If he ever got back, Arthur sure as hell would remember to take the Deathstroke in to some kinda law enforcement. Have them deal with the bastard like he were a criminal that Arthur had brought in through bounty hunting. He visibly shook his head, scowling before lowering his six-shooter and taking it off of Deathstroke's forehead. A second later, he twirled his Schofield around his fingers stylishly before holstering it, turning his back to Deathstroke.

    After his hat had fallen, he figured his lasso had similarly been lost to the debris during the fight- unaware of Rin having his equipment. Instead, he slowly made his way over to the other two dead bodies that Blake had missed- Leo and Ike. Moments later, both of them would have had their eyes closed by Arthur out of respect- just like the others. With the dead tended to, he turned his attention to the situation at hand. The only question now was where to go- left or right? Drugs or Weapons?

    Arthur could only help but wonder what the hell the drugs specifically meant. Weapons were probably self-explanatory; most of them were simple pull-the-trigger-and-fire-rounds stuff. But drugs? That could mean a variety of things. Besides, he had no space on his person for even more weapons; the Bow and Pump-Action Shotgun were more than enough for now. He could store drugs in his satchel- hell, maybe there'd be something there that the team could use to bolster their fighting capabilities.

    And with that, the gunslinger headed off to the Drug Manufacturing area.
 
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Ritsu headed towards weapons manufacturing, following behind a number of other people with the same thought. Internally, she believed that it was a bad idea to just leave Deathstroke alive. After all, with the kind of luck they've had, it wouldn't be surprising if he'd show up again and finish what he started. It's better to nip it at the bud before any more of their group gets killed, but not many seemed to agree with that mentality.

Those who can't do what they have to are the people who die first, but she knew very well that while feeling are difficult to kill, they're much harder to resurrect. The people who can hold on to their morality despite the bleakness of the situation, perhaps they're the strongest ones here.

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Noel

Having just fallen out of the air like a stone, landing onto the ground with an audible thud, she wasn't able to move. Mu-12 deactivated leaving her nearly paralysed on the ground letting out a loud groan.
Suddenly the pain stopped and she looked up to see that tiny brat on top of the angry mercenary. Noel sighed with relief and watched the brat knock out the mercenary before getting up and carrying herself
over to where Deathstroke was laying and tapped the body lightly with her foot to check if he's actually knocked out before limping over to where the weapons were being made.

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"Yep, she did."​

At Willow's reply, Len had just given out a little nervous laugh muttering 'typical Rin' to himself, as if it was some sort of internal joke. Not after the girl had started answering, however, they had heard Deathstroke's voice in the background which now echoed inside the silent room once no more attacks were being made. They thought it was over, they thought they had won and then... the world had gone dark.

To those inside Porter taking cover with the twins, the vocaloid pair had just suddenly gone limp. Their consoles had lit up with an alert for a split-second before the screen turned off for good, together with their vivid blue optics and the red and green LEDs by the buttons on their shirts. Instead of figuring out where the motor network control was and interrupting said function, probably due to the futuristic design, the chip had released a low power EMP forcing a quick reset. For the next five or so minutes, their metal bodies leaned into each-other almost as if the two were sleeping, as their systems worked to restart component by component once more.

Once vision had returned to them, Midna had been already knocking the light out of the man with a huge fiery looking fist. Woa, remember Len to never ever discuss back to the girl in all of his life-spam.

"I have no idea of what I just missed, but that seemed like it hurt a lot...", he had grimaced. "That's what you get for being such a bully!", Rin attempted t blow a raspberry at Deathstroke (and failed), before cheering their ally on, "Wooo! Way to go Mii-chan~!"

For now, the ice-cream talk had been lost as Willow had called the recently rebooted twins attention to the lack of fighting. With the silent atmosphere, Rin hopped her way outside Porter, stretching herself up as if remaining seated for that long made her joints stiff. Len, stayed behind, making sure that everyone else had exited before him and realizing that one individual remained. Parappa didn't seem to be doing fine, but they needed to keep going since staying around an unconscious mercenary that would be angry at them seemed like a terrible idea.

"H-hey... How are you holding up there?", he asked in a soft voice, awkward, not knowing exactly what kind of words to use, "Oh hey uhh, here.", Len had pulled out the canine's microphone from his pocket, presenting it to him from the side, "It was quite helpful, but now it's time to return it to its rightful owner."

"So yeah, it's uhh, it's safe now, we should probably let Lyle take his robot back.", the boy gestured towards the door, "Do you need to be carried or.. something?"

After her stretch, Rin had begun mindlessly humming a tune. The good part of getting reset was that she didn't get to see another member of their group die and with her oblivious, taking everything a face-value way of being, she didn't go analysing every bit of the room either. Back on her little happy world, the older sibling had just started strolling away until she had stepped into something that wasn't the floor. It was... a hat! And a rope? She doesn't think a lot about it and puts the hat on top of her bow, which looks very very silly. The rope, thingy, Rin decided to wear like some kind of purse. Someone had lost these! Now she had to find who it was...

"Okay everyone! I don't want to stay behind so we should get going too!", she let out excitedly while making a pose, "To that corridor next! Let's all go in a line, all aboard the Rin fun train! Tchoo, tchoo~!"



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"I'm fine, I guess" he says with a slight shrug "I wish I could have done more, but he's beaten. Hopefully he learns his lesson here today about showing people a little mercy" he looks at the microphone as the young boy offers it back, hesitating for a moment before taking it "I'm glad it helped." he says, managing a small smile. He tucks the microphone away and follows after the group.

He still held his skateboard, glancing around somewhat nervously as he moved. He didn't want to get his hopes up just yet about getting out of this hellhole he'd found himself in. Another person had died during the fight, and one of the group members closed her eyes for her. PaRappa silently hoped she was at peace now. "She was tough," he says, half to himself "I didn't expect her to die here"

He really wished he could go home already. There were so many villains intent on dragging the group into their battles, he couldn't understand them. Why did Cobblepot have to go and use that stupid tesseract thingy to bring them all here? He could have sent his cronies to fight for him. They were stronger than most of the group just by themselves.

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    Steve would be happy to see that other people in his group were on his page, it seems like a good idea to wait, and it seemed like the area was relatively safe. Oh well that was idea until another enemy, blasted his way through the door. Steve wouldn't allow Ultron to utter another cliche villain line as he advanced and attempted to swing his axe towards his legs, to hook it and trip him down.

    "Mister Ike, please be careful not to die again, stay behind either of the people with shields."

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Those of you who headed to drug manufacturing would find that the room itself was rather mundane. There appeared to be large, silver containers with interconnected tubes attached to their tops scattered throughout the rooms.

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There wasn't a human in sight, but rather only giant, mechanical arms which appeared to be doing all the grunt work. Small syringes ran along the conveyor belts, each of them having the cloudy, dark substance in them which some of you would have come to know as Twilight. Some of you could put two and two together and figure out that this was what the scientist from earlier was referring to. Whatever Cobblepot was doing here, it certainly had something to do with those Shadow Beasts. Although not a single soul was present in the room with you all, you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched...

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Those of you who went to Weapons Development would find that the room itself was rather large. It had to be, to store this many different variants of weapons. Guns of all sorts, grenades, bombs, knives, flamethrowers, and more all lined the walls like it was some sort of armory. Three large conveyor belts lined the middle of the room, with giant metallic placed along both sides of each. The claws were moving at a rapid pace, putting together the weapons like it was nothing.

"Mmph!! MMM!! MMPPPH!!"

You all could hear the faint, almost nonexistent muffles of what sounded like a woman echo from somewhere on the other end of the room. Whether this was a friend or foe was yet to be seen.

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“FINE-fine I-I will!!”

You take a few steps back, staring at the robot... he didn’t look like any robot you’ve ever seen before, you’ve seen quite a few after hanging around Milky Way and the eclipses... but they all looked very human like.

“B-but don’t get yourself killed either!!”

Your tail nervously thumps on the ground... you didn’t want to die again obviously, but you still would feel bad if you just.. sat this out... but for now you just watch....

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Wow. . . This room is really underwhelming, Tandem sighed and rolled his eyes because he expected better than this, the last room he went to when they split up had a tortured creature with a scientist that his acquintances (If you can even call them that) interrogated and the other was a simulation room where they had to fight an evil version of one of the guys or something. So, Tandem had the rights to be dissapointed; he expected better than just a boring room with nothing interesting to do but he probably needs a break, this cut wound is still there and he needed to patch it up quick because he's not as resilient compared to most of the team. The Italian Swindler took notice of these weird mechanical arms working on these syringes. Tandem licked his lips and took one of them with his good arm.

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STR: 16
CON: 18
INT: 17
LCK: 19


Bullet: Winged Skeleton
Guardian: Flying Armor
Enchanted: Gremlin
Bullet:
-Winged Skeleton (Spear Throw)

Guardian:
-Flying Armor (Slow Fall)
-Shadow Beast (Twilight Shield)

Enchanted:
-Gremlin (LCK +4)
Soma looked around the large weapons room and a lot of these weapons are being developed by contraptions, but none of them gained an interest. Firearms are cool and all, but Soma prefers to what his hand is best at. Suddenly, he and the gang heard a faint muffling sound and they need to get to the bottom of it. However, something tells Soma that this might be a trap. He takes hold of his sword's handle, looks at the group, and say "Be on my back. There is no telling if we are getting ourselves into a trap." He then proceeds to head on over to where the muffling noise is coming from, vigil and carefully.

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    Mike turned and walked inside the weapons research room, eying the various weapons. He already had a lot of weapons but it couldn’t hurt to restock and stretched He looked toward Soma and looked toward him. He held a sword and he psycho walked toward him, hearing the sounds of a woman nearby.

    “Hear that?” She could help us or she is part of a trap.

    Psycho tried to point out the sound.
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"That would be Ultron." Captain America replied to Ike as the latter hid behind him. "He was destroyed a few years ago by The Avengers... or so we thought." He explained, clearly having no idea what the megalomaniac robot was doing here either.

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"The answer to that is simple, really. I was rebuilt... reborn. All my new master required of me was to break into Cobblepot's lab and steal some of his precious lab equipment..." He paused for a moment, before he gaze shifted down towards Captain America and Spider-Man specifically.

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"That is... until you annoying Avengers got in the way AGAIN!." Ultron shouted, before firing a red, almost blinding beam towards Jerome. He was about to follow up with another attack, although Steve's axe-tripping would prove successful as the large robot was sent falling towards the floor once again, landing on his back. The surprise move had caused Ultron to accidentally fire a beam upwards towards the ceiling, blowing up a few panels above him. The resulting blast from the explosion had caused a large fire to erupt throughout the room.

"He's weaker than he was before!" Captain America shouted.

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Hunger: 138/150

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Willow decided to follow Len and Rin to Drug Manufacturing. She was growing to enjoy the pair’s company, and if her time in The Constant had taught her anything, it was that allies were one of the most valuable resources to have. Though maybe a little less so than fire. Fire is definitely priceless. Starting on her way to follow the robotic pair, she noticed that everyone had left Deathstroke unconscious in the middle of the floor. Willow supposed it was nice and all to have mercy and all, but this guy had casually shot three of their allies in the head, and getting away with just some bruises and broken armor seemed a little too nice for this man. So, Willow waited until the rest of the group headed out, then searched the assassin for anything flammable on his person, maybe his hair or something else, and set it ablaze with her lighter. She paused for a moment to admire the flames that were beginning their crawl, and then quickly headed out of the room to Drug Manufacturing.

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"Huh?", Rin had been taken out of the train conducting daydream by the sound of something falling with a 'thump' beside her, prompting the girl to turn around to see what it had been, "Ah Ly!", the girl had looked up and then back her friend, "Wooa, what a big fall... Are you okay?"

The female would have offered to help the blue-haired teenager back up, but he seemed to have managed it on his own. Lyle's next words had been... confusing, as Rin wasn't entirely sure of what being back to normal meant exactly or if she had gotten there. If anything, she had more reached a cathartic point, an epiphany. If she could remain happy others would cheer up and maybe not have as much as of a reason to be scared! Like her little group inside the big robot. Sad things weren't going to stop happening, but she could stop being very very sad about them. Just the right amount of sad, the amount of sad that wouldn't freeze her entire OS.

"What's a gunslinger?", the girl tilted her head, the cowboy hat that was slightly too big for her tilting as well, "Rin knows what a gun is, but not what a 'slinger' is..."

"I wish it was that easy", had commented Len in response to Parappa's wish for Deathstroke to know mercy, "Some people are just bad without much reason to be so... It's up for folks like me and you to know better and be better, so that the world may keep a nice balance of things going."

The younger sibling lets it out with a careful shoulder pat and a nod towards the other, finishing it with a soft smile back once the microphone is returned. He lead the 2D canine outside of the Porter, stepping outside himself just in time to see Rin asking was a 'gunslinger' was. He disguised a little laugh at the girl's antics before responding to her question:

"It's someone who owns and uses a gun well. He's talking about Arthur." "Ohhh Artie!", Rin exclaimed excitedly, "Ohhhhh these are Artie's-... That... actually makes a lot of sense!"

While shaking his head at her air-headedness, Len thinks back at the fight for a while. He also owned the cowboy a huge thank you for stopping that very scary and fast knife. With everyone outside the Porter, Lyle could finally store it back, but not before picking up an array of items from Shiki's... corpse. A couple that Len hadn't seem in a while. Had the woman been... saving other people's equipment? For what purpose? The brother made sure to position himself in-between the scene and his sister, knowing that her childish-self wouldn't have taken it well. Luckily she seemed a lot more busy with rallying everyone back into the 'Rin fun train' towards the corridor. When Parappa had commented melancholically about Shiki's demise, Len had brought him closer in a half-hug, trying to comfort the paper dog somehow.

Following after Lyle, the line of people departed the big secret room, ending up in a split path. Again. Len facepalmed, the number of split paths was getting outright ridiculous and cliché. Ah well, third time is the charm wasn't it what they said? As the group urged on forwards, no one had realized the fact that one of them was missing, having decided to turn around and berate the mercenary further.

Instead, Rin looked at Len as if asking for a direction to follow and he stopped in his usual thinking pose. Drug manufacturing, or weapon manufacturing? Both were bound to be full of secrets in a place like this, but at this time they had a problem a little more urgent than the pieces of the mystery: batteries. With 18% left, the male vocaloid needed to find a socket pronto or eventually his sister would have to carry his drained heavy casing the rest of the journey forwards. A really bad idea.

"Drug Manufacturing sounds like something smaller scale-based...", he let out not really to anyone at first, "Walt-san, we could use a recharge. Would you mind if we all went that way this time? I'm hoping there will be some sockets we can use in there."

"Hey, has anyone seen where little Will went?!", suddenly asked a panicked Rin, finally noticing that the girl could have gotten lost somewhere after counting the members of the 'fun train', "She was here just a moment ago!"

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You make a small, animal like squeak, and cover your ears.

Loud noises... just terrify you...

You keep your eyes shut tight and begin shivering, thinking something bad was gonna happen to you and the rest of the group!! Of course, keeping your eyes shut meant you couldn’t see or hear that well... the robot was losing. You make a tiny whine of fear, and wait for what you thought would be your own death.

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As Willow brought the lighter down upon Deathstroke's beard and hair, there wasn't much the old man could do while knocked out from the beating he received. The man's beard caught fire, then his hair and eyebrows, and eventually the fire found its way across his entire being. The man quickly awoke and began screaming as he was burned alive. His skin began to peel and bubble as he shouted in agony from his burning, before he finally went limp.

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"Put that down, boy!" A deep, German sounding voice blared over the intercom as soon as Tandem picked up the syringe. It wasn't Cobblepot, that much was for sure. This voice had a much more... sinister tone to it. "You do not know the power which you are messing with!"

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In the weapons development, the muffling only got louder as you all trekked throughout the room. As you finally made your way to the other end of the facility, it was clear where the muffling could be heard from. Up there, almost right above you, was a small enclosed room, like an office of sorts. From the window, you could vaguely see a woman, dressed in all black and dark blue and branding a partially shaved head, struggling as she was gagged and tied to a chair.

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"My friends always said drugs are for losers" PaRappa comments as he looks around "So is science if you ask me" he carefully looks around the room, making sure not to knock over any vats of chemicals or anything "Who wants to spend all day mixing things together that aren't beats and vocals?" he asks as he examines the equipment "Never made any sense to me"

His father sure seemed to like making inventions, but they were always making more trouble than they were fixing. Though PaRappa did have to admit that his father played a part in halting the noodle problem in PaRappa Town. Maybe science wasn't so bad, but it was still super boring.

"Lame" he mutters as he continues walking around, unsure of what he was supposed to do next.

Then came a sudden, aggressive bark from somewhere in the room

"Double lame" he mutters as he brandishes his skateboard "Are you working with Copperpot?" he asks, looking all around the room for wherever the voice had come from "Come out here and face me if you are, I've had it with you goons!"

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