Point Zero

[SheepKing]

As the boy in armor looked over the amount of weapons, he found himself grabbing a few throwing knives and put them into his armor. Rather than use them as they way they were, he thought to instead save them as spare material. As he grabbed items the boy overheard the conversation that was happening next to him Alphonse couldn’t disagree anymore than he did with Ritsu’s and Steve’s way of thinking. Sure he wanted to survive, but to kill for that survival was downright despicable to Alphonse, but, being in the minority, he decided not to voice this disgust for killing to the group. After having friends in the Amestris military who were as against killing as him, he knew that not everyone would share his own views. Nevertheless, Alphonse had already decided he wouldn’t dare kill anyone for Cobblepot.

At Steve’s suggestion for a spar Alphonse’s mood appeared to lighten slightly. Having spars with his brother always seem to make him feel a bit better, it might be the same here too.

“Sure! Would you prefer the use of weapons or will it be strictly hand to hand?”
Alphonse chirped.

Sumirenko Haz. Ineptitude Jeremiah June Verles

 

[Shiyonichi]

Robert left Izuru to Julian, they entered the recreational room when the copy rider came to.

“Oh, he’s just fine, Julian please drop photocopier.” There was a short sigh before Robert returned to his usual tone of voice. “Well, I guess introductions are in order. Izuru, this is Julian, future toaster. Julian this is Izuru, the double dumbass, aka Kamen Rider Zero. Oh and there’s also V.”

Gaius Danius Griinia GearBlade654

 

[DapperDogman]

At the dramatic reveal of bombs implanted in each and everyone, Hat Kid appeared...annoyed, at most. Pouting her lips at Cobblepot on the tv screen, Hat Kid refused to let the news get her down, and spun around to follow everyone to the armoury with a bounce in each step. "Oh hi!" she cheerfully greeted Deathstroke on the way. Entering the armoury, Hat Kid had little trouble recovering her belongings. Amongst all the firearms and explosives, her trusty umbrella and colourful collection of hats stuck out like a rainbow in the dark. Tucking her umbrella away and trying on all her hats to ensure none of them were improperly washed and shrunk, she was relieved to find they were untouched. Aimlessly walking the room, Hat Kid was visibly undaunted by the sheer height advantage near everyone else held over her.



Glancing Byakuren's way, Hat Kid shrugged with a confident smile on her face. "I've done this before," she casually chimed in.

Seeing Parappa enter, though, quickly stole away her focus. Watching him walk in with a big bump on his otherwise two-dimensional head, it was difficult for Hat Kid to contain herself. She tried to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter, but managed to snicker through her hand anyway.

Sumirenko DapperDogman Haz. thatguyinthestore Ineptitude @Armoury​

"Hmmm" seeing the kid laughing at him reminded PaRappa of someone he'd met the last time he ended up in a situation like this. That kid Ace was sure intent on chasing monkeys around. It made PaRappa wonder if maybe this kid was also chasing innocent monkeys around. "I hope you don't carry a net under that hat!" he says, pointing accusingly toward the offending article of clothing "It's way too big for you, I don't trust it!"

Jeremiah FactionGuerrilla​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

It appeared the demon was going to stick with him, not entirely unpleasant but not something he predicted happening. He'd made sure to disassociate with the others but having an ally or potential meat shield couldn't hurt him. The demon could also be a particularly powerful ally... He'd test that. "Yes this was the device I was so eager to get back, it should help with my ability to... Please our employer." Zabo's voice dripped with sarcasm as he mentioned Cobblepot. "Well you'll meet my associate soon enough, if you're going to be around me you might as well show me what you offer as a demon surely you have some powers worth taking into account." Zabo decided to discard his plates in favor of a rather thick looking machete, it'd work just as good as any knife in the right hands. "So let's go to the training room shall we?" Zabo didn't even wait for an answer as he began to walk out briefly glancing at the boy with the brightly colored outfit, he wondered what he could possibly do despite having some potentially interesting intellect given his attempt to brown nose with Cobblepot, he chuckled and looked away walking on.

Birb Haz.

Upon heading to the training facility, Zabo would find it to be pretty standard. The walls were lined with targets to test long range attacks, as well as punching bags for brushing up on close-range skills. Laid out in the center of the room, there was a blue mat surrounded by black metal bars, presumably meant for sparring.

ManyFaces @Training

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SPARK-002, designation Ruin
Physical Integrity: Systems and Armor Intact
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"Eh, might as well. Don't really have anything better to do and if I get my head blown off without writing my last will I'm going to be quite enraged."
Julian kneeled to lift Izuru over his shoulders, but waited for Robert to put Izuru down first.
"Honestly, I'm doing this. I'm not equipped to carry corpses, and technically speaking wounded people. Oh well. Let's see if we've got a medbay in the recreational room."
Shiyonichi​

In the recreational room, Julian wouldn't find a medbay, however he would find a bar and a fridge, both of which probably wouldn't have been of much use to the robot. However, there were some blueprints laying across a nearby table.

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ALEX MERCER​

When Alex dropped the nuke into the waters miles off Manhattan, he knew he probably wasn't going to make it back. If his timing was correct, there would only be a sparse few seconds left on that timer. Perhaps there would be time enough to escape the ensuring fireball and maybe get to the edge of the blast zone without dying instantly. Still, he didn't exactly have high hopes. Sure, he'd survived everything the military, Blackwatch, and Greene's army of the infected could throw at him.

But a nuke was a nuke, and the one the military was planning to use in Operation Firebreak was at least a multi-kiloton tactical. That thing was meant to wipe out the infected in the city and everything else with it. No going back from that.

On the other hand, at least he could look forward to seeing the biggest damn explosion of his life.

And so he sat in the pilot's seat, staring straight ahead for the inevitable, towards the brightly-lit skyline of New York and the moon in the background. Come to think, he'd climbed to the Empire State Building to gain a high vantage point, but he never really noticed how beautiful the skyline looked from here.

A blinding flash of light shook him from his thoughts.

Ah, there it is. Beautiful.

The shockwave arrived seconds later. Mercer's Black Hawk shook from the blow and then collapsed fully as it caught up with the vehicle, and soon, Alex saw nothing other than white.

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Alex woke up suddenly, coughing and sputtering as if he was drowning just seconds earlier. He slowly got to his feet and put a hand to his head. Then he looked around to gain at least some insight as to where the fuck he was.

Okay, so he was in a featureless white room with bits of furniture, and a set of double doors on the far side of the room. Also, there were quite a number of other characters milling around, some of them not appearing to be human.

"If this is the afterlife, saving New York wasn't worth it." Alex muttered, his voice deep and guttural.

Some fat guy in a suit was on the TV, briefing them apparently. Cobblepot, apparently.

So they were in a 'state-of-the-art holding facility'. Something about the multiverse. Alex had no idea.

The doors unlocked a second later, and a masked man in combat gear came through. Letting them out, it seemed. He led the group into a hub area with several other rooms, telling them all what they were before leaving to the 'planning room'.

Alex grunted and followed this 'Deathstroke' (sounded more like a heavy metal band than anything else) in. He violently kicked the door open.

"I've got questions all right," He growled. "First off, where the hell am I and how the hell did I get here?"

thatguyinthestore @Centurion_​

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  Some man with some handheld object spoke to him about the "man on the screen". The gunslinger merely frowned in response, especially at the "Regular Cowboy" part, but he tried to focus on the task at hand in particular.
  
  Everything seemed to rush by Arthur once more. Some "multidimensional" thingymabob was mentioned, but what really caught his ear was how apparently the guy had implanted some bombs within everyone's brains. He'd never really seen any sort of remote control thing in practical use, but he certainly remembered Marko Dragic's comments about how his inventions used some kinda invisible waves. It wouldn't surprise him if Dragic's tech had somehow made it to this world or something. Hell, maybe he had went through some kinda time change. That Francis Sinclair guy came up to mind, though the gunslinger quickly pushed that aside.
  
  When the Cobblepot guy mentioned killing people, the cowboy was certainly dismayed to hear they were going to essentially be guns-for-hire after all. He had a look around the room- a lotta folks definitely didn't look like killers. Sure, Arthur had been a murderer practically his whole life, but some looked like they weren't even adults! One of the kids in particular stormed off angrily, and a lot of others seemed to take the news hard. The man scowled as one of his hands balled up into a fist, punching the screen as the man seemed to disappear into a piece of glass. Luckily (or unluckily) he didn't crack the TV.
  
  "Shame on you! Some of these folk is just kids!" The gunslinger angrily snarled as he took a couple steps back out of frustration. He shook his head as people began slowly flooding out- the people he spotted earlier alongside a strange-looking paper dog-thing in particular- before sighing out of frustration. He couldn't help but have a little admiration for the device that transmitted the Cobblepot man, though, so he pulled out his journal. For a few moments, he forgot about his anger and his confusion over how he still had his equipment, and began drawing a little sketch.
  
  
  
  
  
  He'd remember to write how he was feeling about this developing shitshow later. For now, he had to load up on his equipment. Even though he saw that poor girl from earlier in the corner, the gunslinger noticed someone else comforting her. He'd ask the kid how she was doing after she was left alone. Instead, he kept to his plan and headed over to the armory. The sight was certainly something to behold- outlandish weapons that suited other people seemed to attract them, just as his weapons sat in a cardboard in the middle of the benches. He had to rummage through a few before he realized this, though- albeit he didn't steal anything from the other folks' boxes. Inside his box were all the weapons that he could load up with- his Schofields, the Pump-Action Shotgun, his Bow, the Machete, and all his throwables were in there. Good. He needed to be armed to the teeth if he was to be prepared for whatever was out there- and chances were the "super-powered individuals" part wasn't exaggerated.
  
  Arthur did notice all the fancy futuristic weapons lining up the wall, but most of them seemed so damn outlandish compared to the repeaters and revolvers he had been raised off of. No, he'd figure out how those worked later. For now, he'd focus more on figuring out what the hell was going on. Because it sure as shit didn't seem like he was dreaming any of this.
  
  "Okay, Mr. Cobblepot... What're you trying to do?" The American commented under his breath, passing by poor Katrina and a comforting Shiki as he did. He only gave them one short curt glance before finally reaching his destination- the planning room.
  
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  • Canon: Red Dead Redemption II
  • "Powers":
    • Deadeye
    • Eagle Eye
  • Abilities:
    • Reflexes
    • Weapons Proficiency
    • CQC Proficiency
    • Outdoorsman Skills
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  Status: Angered
  Weapons: Schofield Revolver x2, Pump-Action Shotgun, Bow and Arrows, Machete, Throwables
  Equipment: Bandolier, Journal
  Satchel Inventory: None
  Indirect Mentions: Robert ( Shiyonichi ), Katrina (@TCA), PaRappa ( DapperDogman ), Shiki (@PlusUltra)
  Direct Mentions: N/A
  

Deathstroke glanced upwards as the cowboy and the hooded man both entered the planning room. It was pretty small, only housing some blue carpet chairs that were lined across the glass walls, with a holographic table in the middle. When Alex approached Deathstroke, he glanced up and grunted in response to his questions, which Slade had thought were made pretty clear earlier by Cobblepot. He supposed not.

"You're in Cobblepot Industries' headquarters." He stated simply, before moving onto his next question. "Secondly, you were brought here by an object known as the Tesseract." He said, before bringing his arm down to tap on some buttons near the side, before it was shown exactly what Deathstroke was referring to thanks to the holographic projection in front of them.

"It's an object of nearly infinite amounts of energy and power. This is what brought you here, and is what the individuals you will be fighting wish to steal from us." Slade explained further, not looking up from his plans as he did so. Instead, Slade simply continued flicking his gloved finger through his various plans, whatever they were.

FactionGuerrilla Corrosion Hahli Nuva @Planning​

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Yuma
Yuma began to think for a bit before giving a short description of her father.
“Well he has brown hair, a leather jacket, and his name is Leon.”

( Aegis Zamasu )​

 

[June Verles]

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  When the very blocky man saw what he could only describe as a very advanced iron golem approach him and then ask for a spar he couldn't help but feel a bit interested. With his current equipment he could easily defeat countless golems but what about this futuristic one. He was about even accept before Alphonso also decided to offer his partnership.
  
  He was now at a bit of a crossroads, he couldn't exactly deny either of them as he was the one to ask for a partner. He thought about the situation for a second, which for the others just looked as he was standing motionless. After a bit of deliberation Steve offered an alternative;
  
  "I'd certainly feel bad denying either of your offers, maybe we could do a 3 way spar? It's a good situation to prepare for in this alien environment, what do you two say?"
  Sumirenko SheepKing thatguyinthestore GearBlade654
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[Zamasu]

Soma Cruz
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Weapon: Shortsword
Stats:
STR: 14
CON: 16
INT: 15
LCK: 17

Bullet: Winged Skeleton
Guardian: Flying Armor
Enchanted: Gremlin

Spoiler: Soul List

-Winged Skeleton
-Flying Armor
-Gremlin

Soma listened to Yuma's explanation, but then he spots a man that bears the same mentioned characteristics. "You mean that guy?" He says, pointing at the handsome man in the leather jacket that is Leon S. Kennedy.

Sayo-Nara Aegis​

 

[Jrzag42]

Misao couldn't remember what she was doing before she was engulfed by the smoke, but she certainly wasn't still doing whatever it was. She suddenly opened her eyes, regained consciousness and jolting awake, sometime around when the TV came in. She was from an era before the television and other such modern technology, and was fascinated by it. She crawled towards it as a man appeared and began talking, kneeling in front of it to watch. The girl didn't understand some of what he said, but got the basic gist of it. She hadn't been fully awake until he mentioned the bombs. At that point, she finally came to her senses, realizing the strange room, and all the people. Misao kept her gaze down, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, as she ran to the armoury to grab all of her kunai. Feeling safe with them in her possession, she glanced around at all of the other people. They were certainly an odd bunch, though knowing that she wasn't alone in this strange environment made her a bit happy, and she briefly considered trying to befriend some of them. She was too cautious of all of their foreign weapons though, being unknowledgeable about them made them unpredictable to her, and that could lead to her losing a fight. She had no way of knowing which of these people would snap back at her if she tried to befriend them. Eventually she decided to just observe everyone from afar, and made her way back to the main room.

 

[Corrosion]

ALEX MERCER​

Alex blinked at Deathstroke's explanation and stared at the holographic cube presented to him. "What."

Out of everything he'd seen the past two weeks, this was probably the craziest thing so far. "So you want us to protect that thing from a bunch of other people who are trying to steal it from us. And that thing contains... nearly infinite amounts of energy and power?" He asked in disbelief. "That... doesn't make any sense. Who are we trying to protect it from?"

For a moment, Alex considered simply consuming Deathstroke to make this a lot easier, but he decided against it, reasoning that it would cause more problems than it solved.

So he'd have to play along for now.

FactionGuerrilla Hahli Nuva thatguyinthestore​

 

[DerpyCarp]

Ike moves to the Armory first thing to retrieve Ragnell and Urvan. Afterword he'll head toward the Training Facility, to work off whatever rust he had aquired while being brought here and such. thatguyinthestore @training

 

[Necessity4Fun]

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~Introduction~​

"...n! Len! Leeen! Len, get up!"​

The first thing the younger twin saw after a system reboot was the familiar image of his sister, shaking him excitedly to start the day. As always, his answer was a mumbled one, followed by a little chuckle over the girl's enthusiasm. If he had gotten up and seen his room, as usual, then everything would have been fine and dandy... But this was not his room and it wasn't Rin's either. Actually, it wasn't a location that was part of his known world, which had been such a revelation that his entire system chugged while trying to process it.

"Len?", his female counterpart had asked, bending herself in an upside down, concerned pose, "Is everything okay?"

He raised a finger to rant back, but hesitated and put it down, sighing:

"Not... exactly." His response had just caused the other make a confused noise. "Look around, do you have any idea of where we are?"
"Oh! I just assumed this was the set for a new PV..." "...I-", he paused dumbfounded, good thing vocaloids couldn't get headaches because this was going to be hard, "No. This isn't a set. In fact, I have absolutely no idea of where this is!"

"Ohhh, I see~"

Urgh, how could Rin so carefree at a time like this?!
The male vocaloid had to resist the urge to not facepalm right there and instead put his right elbow on top of his left arm, stopping in his trademark thinking pose.

In the meanwhile, the girl started getting bored and decided to glance around the room. It seemed like loooots of people were together with them! She wondered what for since her assumption of a music video had been wrong according to her brother. What else could nee this much people of so many sizes and colors?! Something awesome and fun, for sure! Ohhh, she couldn't wait to meet everyone, make so many new friends! It was going to be great! Rin could hardly keep her excitement in check as she tried with all her might to resist dashing to the group and asking names around. Certainly, her brother would get worried if she did that and it was kinda early for boring lectures.

From somewhere in his memory files, Len could find bits of corrupted visual recordings, videos that seemed to have been interrupted before completion. He gave his sleeve console a tap to play one of the files. It started rather normal, as what seemed to his own perspective of a practice session, until it got weird... Rin's guitar had stopped resounding in the background and when the camera had turned towards her, he could only see her form power down instantly and collapse over the keyboard, surrounded by unknown tendrils of seemingly black smoke. Len screams her name and then the recording itself starts to glitch and spazz. Then it blacks-out with the sound still recording. He can almost make out the voices of GUMI-nee and DEX in the middle of a panicked choir, presumably more of their vocaloid colleagues, before the file reaches its playable end.

"So, that's what happened...", Len thought to himself albeit a little frustrated, the only new information that had provided him was the fact that someone or something had been after that phenomena... That they probably weren't here on accident, though that still wasn't much to go off of.

"Rin", he called out to his highly distracted sister, "Mind doing a diagnosis for a little bit?". "Eeeh? What for?", she had tilted her head in curiosity. "Just do it, please..." "Oh... Okay!"

Simultaneously, both vocaloids swiped through their consoles, looking over statuses, battery percentage, file library, searching for something, anything that might be out of their normal values. After going through the tents of possible screens in a rather quick fashion, the had been able to gather some things: No Wi-Fi connection had been found; none of their components seemed to be damaged, altered or lagging; no settings had been tampered with; batteries were full, yet being consumed as normal, a recharge was going to be eventually needed... but the strangest part was the sudden need for a mysterious admin password to access the instrument database.

That, that part was new. There were no previous occurrences with locked console screens and even less a request for an admin password... Especially since this was their bodies we were talking about! Their operation systems! You could only say it was the equivalent of what a soul was to a living being, the pillar of everything they were. Maybe it was a good thing that Len couldn't feel sick because he definitely felt violated right now. D-disgusting...

Meanwhile Rin, well, Rin didn't quite get it. The cheery girl was just excitedly looking forward to hanging out with everyone else! And she would have! That is, if Len hadn't held onto her arm and asked her to just watch for now:

"Nooooooo, I want to go plaaaaay!!", she shook her arm trying to get free, which didn't take much effort, to be honest, but just as she was ready to dash off, the older sibling noticed a surprising lack of a lecture.

She glanced back at her brother and, he was acting weird, well, weirder than usual. If she didn't know any better the female vocaloid would have thought Len had just seen a ghost and gotten spooked for life! She waved a hand in front of his face and he barely reacted. Oh no, Len was broken! Panicking, Rin grabbed his shoulders and shook him, which seemed to help, some. Oh well, she did want to have fun, but she would also feel bad for leaving Len behind especially when he wasn't being... quite himself.

Rin opted for staying beside her very focused brother for now, mimicking his intense glance at first, then laughing to herself as she was unable to keep the act.

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~Observation Time~​

With nothing but suspicion and caution in his gaze, Len stood at the corner of the room staring at everything and everyone, gathering every tiny bit of information he could get from this unknown place filled with unknown people. He proceed to metaphorically ping-pong his attention going from happening to happening in the room, every action, every conversation. The raiding of the cupboard and drawers, the almost started fights between some of them, their attempts against the door, their atempts against the room itself, the TV, the threats...

The young sibling constantly kept searching for a breach, a gap where he could speak up, an idea that he could share. Yet, every time he had managed to assert himself enough shenanigans would happen and his will would go missing again. It was rather hard to get a word in while dealing with such a big crowd and as the situation had escalated to the death threats and overall psychological games there was just not a lot he could do anymore. Besides keeping Rin out of the line of fire that was, as he kept his sister near him, pulling her back whenever she stepped too far from the corner to his liking.

Poor Rin was just watching everything with an incredulous and confused face. She didn't get the why of things and perhaps wasn't aware of the seriousness of them either. She did understand that it wasn't all fun and games, but just how dangerous didn't really grace her circuits. ...She wanted to go home. The white limbo space had a tension in the air she didn't like, also she missed ice-cream. Ice-cream was he comfort food even if it was just messy and a pain to clean afterwards. Rin just wanted to be comforted and told that everything would be fine.
She really wanted to believe that.

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~The Aftermath~​

Len was ANGRY!
Fuck, he didn't think he had been ever that angry in his 12 year life-span but his processor was fuming trying to keep up with such an output of rage. DAMN EVERYTHING. Damn this place, damn the fat man in the television, damn the mission, EVERYTHING BE DAMMED.

Rin glanced worriedly at her brother trying to calm him down as he literally shook! All her efforts were in vain obviously, as she couldn't even begin to grasp the true meaning of the situation.

But Len, Len could. And he HATED EVERY SINGLE PART OF IT. He felt violated, betrayed, used and to make it worse it wasn't just him, oh no, the biggest problem was the fact that his sweet innocent sister was getting pulled into this mess as well! He could only lay against the wall and take a couple breaths (not that it helped because, no lungs) as he had to talk himself out of doing something stupid, like punching the mysterious mercenary that had their survival in their hands...

Waiting for a bit seemed to work, well sorta. Without saying a word, for he was still pissed off, he pushed Rin along instructing her to follow everyone else outside for now. Naive, cheerful Rin gladly accepted, excited to finally get out of this boring corner and meet everyone else. Thus she went in front, even waving a 'hi' at Deathstroke unaware of anything. Len watched his sister leave and shifted his gaze to the turned off television. Surely no one needed that thing anymore...

Rage and frustration started boiling up again the more he looked at it. And then it happened, Len punched through the screen, the sound of shattering glass and dust of something that might be mildly toxic raising up into the air around the hole.

Rin gasped and looked back into the room in time to see her brother pull his arm put of the TV, causing even more glass to fall off in the process.

"Len! What did you do, are you hurt?" "I'm fine", was the reply she had gotten back though it was evident that part of the glass had scratched through the layer synthetic skin, exposing some of the metal casing below.

The girl was speechless. Her brother had never ever been this angry before and she didn't know how to make it better either! Sheepishly, Rin just gave him a nod and waited for him to join her by the door before both left together.

They made their way until the planning room and once there, Len would shoot Deathstroke a (still angry) glance, merely saying a couple of words:

"The Admin passwords", he requested making a 'give me' motion, using a cold, almost monotone voice. It would be a while before the younger twin recovered from any of this.

thatguyinthestore​

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[Specialist]

Thaddeus Solaxus - 'The White Room'; [Interacting with: Cocogerber13 , Sumirenko ]
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The Space Marine soon concluded that more people showed up, and some individuals were going to pose a potential threat later on, that he could tell much. Regardless of happenstance, the Ultramarine was sure to follow Link and the rest of the group to the armory. Without a second thought, he strode to the table and picked up both his Bolt Pistol and Chainsword. It was beginning to become crowded, and since this was not a combat situation, it made him particularly uncomfortable. Thaddeus shuffled over to Link, speaking up shortly after with a low hum. "I see you favor close quarter engagement? What is your fighting style?" He missed out on addressing his intention, but no matter. Should she inquire at a later time, he would tell her.

 

[Sumirenko]

Byakuren
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"...Well said, all of you." Byakuren concedes, turning towards them. "You have wonderful dispositions. Though I fear what the weight of killing may do to those..." Her smile fades, and she clutches her scroll a bit more tightly. "In fact, you seem to have more clarity of mind than I do, at this point. Didn't that man say there was something known as a 'recreation room?' I could go there and meditate. I would like to see us out of this mess, after all, and I doubt I'd be much help to you frazzled."

Though she seems to entertain the thought, she doesn't leave them behind, for the time being. She stands on the sidelines while Steve receives his challengers, occasionally looking between Hat Kid and Ritsu with a scrunched up expression not unlike a fussy babysitter. She adds her two cents to the conversation. "Sparring may not be a bad idea. I don't condone the fighting we are being forced to do in the future, but where I come from, we engaged in spars quite often. It is a fair way to alleviate stress. I will accompany to watch— even be a 'refree' if need be."

( GearBlade654 , June Verles , SheepKing , Ineptitude , Jeremiah , Haz. , @ArmoryGang)

 

[Chungchangching]

TANDEM, THE ITALIAN SWINDLER


'What a freaky thingamajig.' Tandem mused to himself, taking a good look at the Tesseract with his arms crossed, after hearing that the object has nearly infinite amounts of energy and power, he instantly started thinking of ways to steal it because of his kleptomaniac tendencies but he'll mostly likely get himself killed trying to get his grubby hands on that thing, so he'll wait for the right time and plan to take it because right now, he's gonna need to get that bomb out of his head first. That is top priority, but Tandem has to ask one little thing to this Deathstroke guy.

"Who are we tusslin' with, exactly?" Tandem said, trying to get his attention. "Knowing is half the battle, after all." Tandem tried to shove himself into the conversation.​

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Yuma
Yuma looked to where Soma had pointed and saw that it was her father.
“Oh yeah. Thank you mister Soma!”
She ran over to Leon and gave him a hug showing him the small caliber pistol she picked up.

( Aegis Zamasu )​

 

[Hahli Nuva]

Upon heading to the training facility, Zabo would find it to be pretty standard. The walls were lined with targets to test long range attacks, as well as punching bags for brushing up on close-range skills. Laid out in the center of the room, there was a blue mat surrounded by black metal bars, presumably meant for sparring.

ManyFaces @Training


In the recreational room, Julian wouldn't find a medbay, however he would find a bar and a fridge, both of which probably wouldn't have been of much use to the robot. However, there were some blueprints laying across a nearby table.

GearBlade654 recreational


Deathstroke glanced upwards as the cowboy and the hooded man both entered the planning room. It was pretty small, only housing some blue carpet chairs that were lined across the glass walls, with a holographic table in the middle. When Alex approached Deathstroke, he glanced up and grunted in response to his questions, which Slade had thought were made pretty clear earlier by Cobblepot. He supposed not.

"You're in Cobblepot Industries' headquarters." He stated simply, before moving onto his next question. "Secondly, you were brought here by an object known as the Tesseract." He said, before bringing his arm down to tap on some buttons near the side, before it was shown exactly what Deathstroke was referring to thanks to the holographic projection in front of them.

"It's an object of nearly infinite amounts of energy and power. This is what brought you here, and is what the individuals you will be fighting wish to steal from us." Slade explained further, not looking up from his plans as he did so. Instead, Slade simply continued flicking his gloved finger through his various plans, whatever they were.

FactionGuerrilla Corrosion Hahli Nuva @Planning​

Kuai Liang narrowed his eyes, walking over to look coser at the strange object. This was what was responsible for taking him from his home?

"And just who would want to steal this cube?" Sub Zero fixed Deathstroke with a light glare. He clearly didn't trust the man or his intentions.

thatguyinthestore marc122 FactionGuerrilla @Planning

 

[Jeremiah]

"Hmmm" seeing the kid laughing at him reminded PaRappa of someone he'd met the last time he ended up in a situation like this. That kid Ace was sure intent on chasing monkeys around. It made PaRappa wonder if maybe this kid was also chasing innocent monkeys around. "I hope you don't carry a net under that hat!" he says, pointing accusingly toward the offending article of clothing "It's way too big for you, I don't trust it!"

Jeremiah FactionGuerrilla​

Hat Kid blinked and perked up, pointing at herself confusedly, then looking up at her towering top hat. Taking it off and tipping it upside-down, Hat Kid waved her hand around the brim before snapping her fingers. Reaching into it with her whole arm, the girl pulled out a cartoonishly humongous lollipop. Peeking her head out from behind it, Hat Kid passed Parappa a smug smile.

DapperDogman ​

 

[ManyFaces]

Zabo didn't know what Ike could offer but he was somewhat intrigued what these other powers could be and if they were combat effective, perhaps the teleportation could be useful for stealth or something. "Come, I want to... Know your capabilities." Zabo began making his way towards a sparring mat waiting for Ike to follow. Of course if he'd rather use the targets that would also be informational to him. But cowardice was something he didn't want around him, he'd need to know the boy could somewhat defend himself.

Birb

 

[thatguyinthestore]

ALEX MERCER​

Alex blinked at Deathstroke's explanation and stared at the holographic cube presented to him. "What."

TANDEM, THE ITALIAN SWINDLER
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'What a freaky thingamajig.' Tandem mused to himself, taking a good look at the Tesseract with his arms crossed, after hearing that the object has nearly infinite amounts of energy and power, he instantly started thinking of ways to steal it because of his kleptomaniac tendencies but he'll mostly likely get himself killed trying to get his grubby hands on that thing, so he'll wait for the right time and plan to take it because right now, he's gonna need to get that bomb out of his head first. That is top priority, but Tandem has to ask one little thing to this Deathstroke guy.

"Who are we tusslin' with, exactly?" Tandem said, trying to get his attention. "Knowing is half the battle, after all." Tandem tried to shove himself into the conversation.​

Kuai Liang narrowed his eyes, walking over to look coser at the strange object. This was what was responsible for taking him from his home?

"And just who would want to steal this cube?" Sub Zero fixed Deathstroke with a light glare. He clearly didn't trust the man or his intentions.

thatguyinthestore marc122 FactionGuerrilla @Planning

Out of everything he'd seen the past two weeks, this was probably the craziest thing so far. "So you want us to protect that thing from a bunch of other people who are trying to steal it from us. And that thing contains... nearly infinite amounts of energy and power?" He asked in disbelief. "That... doesn't make any sense. Who are we trying to protect it from?"

For a moment, Alex considered simply consuming Deathstroke to make this a lot easier, but he decided against it, reasoning that it would cause more problems than it solved.

So he'd have to play along for now.

FactionGuerrilla Hahli Nuva thatguyinthestore​

"You will be fighting a group known as S.H.I.E.L.D." Deathstroke explained. "They want what Mr. Cobblepot has. That being, of course, the Tesseract."

Corrosion Hahli Nuva Chungchangching FactionGuerrilla @Planning​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

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~Introduction~​

"...n! Len! Leeen! Len, get up!"​

The first thing the younger twin saw after a system reboot was the familiar image of his sister, shaking him excitedly to start the day. As always, his answer was a mumbled one, followed by a little chuckle over the girl's enthusiasm. If he had gotten up and seen his room, as usual, then everything would have been fine and dandy... But this was not his room and it wasn't Rin's either. Actually, it wasn't a location that was part of his known world, which had been such a revelation that his entire system chugged while trying to process it.

"Len?", his female counterpart had asked, bending herself in an upside down, concerned pose, "Is everything okay?"

He raised a finger to rant back, but hesitated and put it down, sighing:

"Not... exactly." His response had just caused the other make a confused noise. "Look around, do you have any idea of where we are?"
"Oh! I just assumed this was the set for a new PV..." "...I-", he paused dumbfounded, good thing vocaloids couldn't get headaches because this was going to be hard, "No. This isn't a set. In fact, I have absolutely no idea of where this is!"

"Ohhh, I see~"

Urgh, how could Rin so carefree at a time like this?!
The male vocaloid had to resist the urge to not facepalm right there and instead put his right elbow on top of his left arm, stopping in his trademark thinking pose.

In the meanwhile, the girl started getting bored and decided to glance around the room. It seemed like loooots of people were together with them! She wondered what for since her assumption of a music video had been wrong according to her brother. What else could nee this much people of so many sizes and colors?! Something awesome and fun, for sure! Ohhh, she couldn't wait to meet everyone, make so many new friends! It was going to be great! Rin could hardly keep her excitement in check as she tried with all her might to resist dashing to the group and asking names around. Certainly, her brother would get worried if she did that and it was kinda early for boring lectures.

From somewhere in his memory files, Len could find bits of corrupted visual recordings, videos that seemed to have been interrupted before completion. He gave his sleeve console a tap to play one of the files. It started rather normal, as what seemed to his own perspective of a practice session, until it got weird... Rin's guitar had stopped resounding in the background and when the camera had turned towards her, he could only see her form power down instantly and collapse over the keyboard, surrounded by unknown tendrils of seemingly black smoke. Len screams her name and then the recording itself starts to glitch and spazz. Then it blacks-out with the sound still recording. He can almost make out the voices of GUMI-nee and DEX in the middle of a panicked choir, presumably more of their vocaloid colleagues, before the file reaches its playable end.

"So, that's what happened...", Len thought to himself albeit a little frustrated, the only new information that had provided him was the fact that someone or something had been after that phenomena... That they probably weren't here on accident, though that still wasn't much to go off of.

"Rin", he called out to his highly distracted sister, "Mind doing a diagnosis for a little bit?". "Eeeh? What for?", she had tilted her head in curiosity. "Just do it, please..." "Oh... Okay!"

Simultaneously, both vocaloids swiped through their consoles, looking over statuses, battery percentage, file library, searching for something, anything that might be out of their normal values. After going through the tents of possible screens in a rather quick fashion, the had been able to gather some things: No Wi-Fi connection had been found; none of their components seemed to be damaged, altered or lagging; no settings had been tampered with; batteries were full, yet being consumed as normal, a recharge was going to be eventually needed... but the strangest part was the sudden need for a mysterious admin password to access the instrument database.

That, that part was new. There were no previous occurrences with locked console screens and even less a request for an admin password... Especially since this was their bodies we were talking about! Their operation systems! You could only say it was the equivalent of what a soul was to a living being, the pillar of everything they were. Maybe it was a good thing that Len couldn't feel sick because he definitely felt violated right now. D-disgusting...

Meanwhile Rin, well, Rin didn't quite get it. The cheery girl was just excitedly looking forward to hanging out with everyone else! And she would have! That is, if Len hadn't held onto her arm and asked her to just watch for now:

"Nooooooo, I want to go plaaaaay!!", she shook her arm trying to get free, which didn't take much effort, to be honest, but just as she was ready to dash off, the older sibling noticed a surprising lack of a lecture.

She glanced back at her brother and, he was acting weird, well, weirder than usual. If she didn't know any better the female vocaloid would have thought Len had just seen a ghost and gotten spooked for life! She waved a hand in front of his face and he barely reacted. Oh no, Len was broken! Panicking, Rin grabbed his shoulders and shook him, which seemed to help, some. Oh well, she did want to have fun, but she would also feel bad for leaving Len behind especially when he wasn't being... quite himself.

Rin opted for staying beside her very focused brother for now, mimicking his intense glance at first, then laughing to herself as she was unable to keep the act.

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~Observation Time~​

With nothing but suspicion and caution in his gaze, Len stood at the corner of the room staring at everything and everyone, gathering every tiny bit of information he could get from this unknown place filled with unknown people. He proceed to metaphorically ping-pong his attention going from happening to happening in the room, every action, every conversation. The raiding of the cupboard and drawers, the almost started fights between some of them, their attempts against the door, their atempts against the room itself, the TV, the threats...

The young sibling constantly kept searching for a breach, a gap where he could speak up, an idea that he could share. Yet, every time he had managed to assert himself enough shenanigans would happen and his will would go missing again. It was rather hard to get a word in while dealing with such a big crowd and as the situation had escalated to the death threats and overall psychological games there was just not a lot he could do anymore. Besides keeping Rin out of the line of fire that was, as he kept his sister near him, pulling her back whenever she stepped too far from the corner to his liking.

Poor Rin was just watching everything with an incredulous and confused face. She didn't get the why of things and perhaps wasn't aware of the seriousness of them either. She did understand that it wasn't all fun and games, but just how dangerous didn't really grace her circuits. ...She wanted to go home. The white limbo space had a tension in the air she didn't like, also she missed ice-cream. Ice-cream was he comfort food even if it was just messy and a pain to clean afterwards. Rin just wanted to be comforted and told that everything would be fine.
She really wanted to believe that.

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~The Aftermath~​

Len was ANGRY!
Fuck, he didn't think he had been ever that angry in his 12 year life-span but his processor was fuming trying to keep up with such an output of rage. DAMN EVERYTHING. Damn this place, damn the fat man in the television, damn the mission, EVERYTHING BE DAMMED.

Rin glanced worriedly at her brother trying to calm him down as he literally shook! All her efforts were in vain obviously, as she couldn't even begin to grasp the true meaning of the situation.

But Len, Len could. And he HATED EVERY SINGLE PART OF IT. He felt violated, betrayed, used and to make it worse it wasn't just him, oh no, the biggest problem was the fact that his sweet innocent sister was getting pulled into this mess as well! He could only lay against the wall and take a couple breaths (not that it helped because, no lungs) as he had to talk himself out of doing something stupid, like punching the mysterious mercenary that had their survival in their hands...

Waiting for a bit seemed to work, well sorta. Without saying a word, for he was still pissed off, he pushed Rin along instructing her to follow everyone else outside for now. Naive, cheerful Rin gladly accepted, excited to finally get out of this boring corner and meet everyone else. Thus she went in front, even waving a 'hi' at Deathstroke unaware of anything. Len watched his sister leave and shifted his gaze to the turned off television. Surely no one needed that thing anymore...

Rage and frustration started boiling up again the more he looked at it. And then it happened, Len punched through the screen, the sound of shattering glass and dust of something that might be mildly toxic raising up into the air around the hole.

Rin gasped and looked back into the room in time to see her brother pull his arm put of the TV, causing even more glass to fall off in the process.

"Len! What did you do, are you hurt?" "I'm fine", was the reply she had gotten back though it was evident that part of the glass had scratched through the layer synthetic skin, exposing some of the metal casing below.

The girl was speechless. Her brother had never ever been this angry before and she didn't know how to make it better either! Sheepishly, Rin just gave him a nod and waited for him to join her by the door before both left together.

They made their way until the planning room and once there, Len would shoot Deathstroke a (still angry) glance, merely saying a couple of words:

"The Admin passwords", he requested making a 'give me' motion, using a cold, almost monotone voice. It would be a while before the younger twin recovered from any of this.

thatguyinthestore​

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Upon Len's entrance, Slade still wouldn't look up from his plans, instead simply sliding a sheet of paper over to him which contained the passwords he required.

Necessity4Fun​

 

[Birb]

"uh-uh huh... right...."
Your tiny feet go tippy tap as you follow behind the scientist. You were hoping this wasn't... going to really show how weak you were... but in reality you knew it would... you could hear his thoughts... and it sorta worried you... why did he want to know if you could defend yourself???
"I'm not exactly a fighter anyways... but I'll do my best!!"
You had a determined almost adorable little look, something you were known for by your peers. You grip the device in your pocket, smiling in a state of new confidence.
ManyFaces

 

[Cocogerber13]

Link // LOZ, BOTW // Tags: Specialist , open

Link was silent the whole time as whoever the guy on the television was spoke, the mention of bombs in their heads catching his attention but earning only an eyebrow-raise and a scoff. The man was a foolish scammer, trying to get free work out of them by bringing them out of their own worlds and quite literally keeping them in a box. The champion didn’t argue about his freedom though. After his failed attempt with the figurine he tucked it away in his inventory with the intent to barter it off when he got the chance. On the bright side, it did have other sayings than the first.

Link easily found the towering man of armor and tagged along behind him as if he were a lost child. The taller man cleared a pathway in the crowd, after all. The blond’s sharp blue eyes grazed each character he passed as they made their way to what he assumed was the weapon room. He was more than eager to get his hands back on his numerous bows, shields, and close range weapons. Despite these thoughts, however, he could not bring himself to take his attention off of those that he passed. Mechs, creatures he couldn’t identify, and even Hylians with rounded ears passed them. Link had to reach out to hold onto Thaddeus so his distracted mind wouldn’t get left behind.

When they finally made it to the armory, the blue-clad boy marched over to where a pile of equipment was laying out just for him. He instantly started pulling out squares from thin air and shoving an item into each, finally stopping when he settled an impressive looking sword and shield onto his back. He turned after finishing and made his way back over to the only acquaintance he had made in that place. Seeing the chainsword the Hylian took out a similar looking weapon that glowed blue. “So, um, are we really going to have to kill that guy’s enemies..?” He wondered aloud finally, then moving his free hand to pat down his head. “And bombs inside of us?” He added doubtfully.

 

[Hahli Nuva]

"You will be fighting a group known as S.H.I.E.L.D." Deathstroke explained. "They want what Mr. Cobblepot has. That being, of course, the Tesseract."

Corrosion Hahli Nuva Chungchangching FactionGuerrilla @Planning​

Sub Zero observed the Tesseract and began to pace around the room. "That isn't enough information. We need to know more. You cannot just throw us like insects against a windshield. You need us more than we need you." The Grandmaster folded his arms over his chest and awaited more information. Had it not been for these bombs embedded in their skulls, Kuai would have challenged Deathstroke in Mortal Kombat.

thatguyinthestore Corrosion Chungchangching FactionGuerrilla @Planning

 

[marc122]

Blake Belladonna

STATUS

Healthy.

INVENTORY/POWERS

- Gambol Shroud (inactive)
- Aura (active)
- Shadow
- Faunus traits

MUSIC

So... This thing, right here, is the Tesseract, a cube that brought us here. Apparently, it holds almost infinite power, just like all four of the Relics combined. And since it's anything like the four Relics in a single cube, I can certainly believe that anyone who possesses it can change the world. That, in itself, is a dangerous proposition in the wrong hands, even moreso than the Relics themselves. Reason why, when the when hands can just acquire the cube instead of going all over the world to find the Relics, oh, would it not be fun at all for those on the receiving end.

Yet, I still have numerous questions. Why are the superpowered beings coming to us? Seriously, I have a feeling that since it's reminding me all too much of the enemies we've been facing, they're the good guys. And since the ninja just asked, I might as well.

"Yeah. Besides, who are the superpowered people?"

thatguyinthestore Hahli Nuva Chungchangching FactionGuerrilla Corrosion @Planning because I WAS BLIND

 

[Chungchangching]

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TANDEM, THE ITALIAN SWINDLER


"Buddy, Pal, Amigo. . . That's all the info you're giving us?!" Tandem said, throwing his arms in the air in anger. "If you're gonna make us do something against our will, at least give us more info than just that!" He attempted to be assertive in an attempt to intimidate this Deathstroke guy into spilling more info than just telling them the enemies name and motive. He sighed audibly and rolled his eyes in a sassy manner before putting his hands on his hips, glaring at Deathstroke with a pouty mouth.​