Fandom Rapture: Rebirth [Open World Multifandom Sandbox RP]

[Corrosion]

Welcome to Rapture, a realm that has existed in the void between universes before creation has even existed. Originally inaccessible and completely cutoff from the rest of the multiverse, an event known as the Transition brought thousands of beings, entities, and even landmasses to the realm, translocated onto the once-barren worlds of the realm. Its new inhabitants began to form functioning societies in the years that followed since their arrival.

Rapture is a single solar system consisting of three main planets: Exodus, Egress, and Diaspora.

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EXODUS

Exodus is a planet located right in between Egress and Diaspora. It is a world that is not overly hostile, yet not overly peaceful. While hostile entities roam the planet, its residents also live in relative peace, and are mostly free to do as they please. The planet is home to a variety of powerful organisations which have managed to establish functioning governments. The planet's geology and climate is very similar to Earth.

NORTH​

• A frigid and frozen region near Exodus' north pole.
• Located deep within the north pole itself lies Echo Base (Star Wars). This facility houses a contingent of Rebel forces of the Alliance to Restore the Republic.
• This region houses the province of Skyrim (The Elder Scrolls). The civil war between the Imperials and rebel Stormcloaks has been placed on hold due to current circumstances.
• The land of Heathmoor (For Honor) borders Skyrim. This area is made up of three regions: temperate Ashfeld, the cold Valkenheim, and the swampy Myre, home of the Knights, Vikings, and Samurai, respectively. The Wu Lin roam this land.
• The medieval battlegrounds of Camp along with various other areas such as Feitoria and Grad (Mordhau) is located nearby. The Iron Company and Free Guard mercenary companies battle each other in an endless battle for dominance. Naked maul-wielding maniacs with foppish voices terrorise the battlefield.
• Celeste Mountain (Celeste) is one of the highest mountains that you will probably ever come across, it will probably take days just to complete this task. Those who dare to climb it will have to go up against some deadly obstacles and avoid falling down many large pits. There has only been one ever instance of someone reaching the top in the past... so taking on this challenge yourself will not be an easy one. Good luck.
• The land between these locations is mostly barren, though there are several settlements in between, both inhabited and long-abandoned.

SOUTH​

• Made up of vast oceans with thousands of tropical islands, the south has many trade routes that ferry goods and other cargo to the other regions, and is also infested with pirates.
• Much of the ocean is known as the Sea of Thieves (Sea of Thieves). This vast region is dotted with islands with buried treasure ripe for the taking. Be warned, however, as there are also wandering pirate crews, ghost ships, and other sea creatures ready to kill anyone who ventures within.
• In the Sea of Thieves are the Rook Islands (Far Cry 3). These lush islands are infested with pirates and privateers, along with the deadly native wildlife. Pirates and privateers often venture into the oceans to kidnap civilians and hold them for ransom, if they are not killed by the hostile aquatic creatures first. The Rakyat Tribe lives on these islands, and fights the pirates.
• Within the sea is Louie's Place (The Jungle Book). Louie has made a name for himself by transforming a remote island into a haven for weary travellers across Exodus. Lush and unexplored, the island was the perfect setting for his dream club and was conveniently situated near local shipping routes. Built around an old ship wreck, Louie constructed his club piece by piece with the help of the Bandar-log. Louie's Place has grown from a deserted island into one of the single most heavily-trafficked spots on Exodus.
• Deep within the region is Skull Island (Monsterverse). This mysterious island houses many secrets, and many horrors. Giant, monstrous creatures roam the lands.
• The largest landmass and a continent by itself is Amerish (PlanetSide 2). This land consists of plains, sporadic mountainous terrain, and lush flora. It is inhabited by three warring factions: the Terran Republic, the New Conglomerate, and the Vanu Sovereignty, embroiled in an endless conflict due to a mysterious resource native to the region known as Nanites.
• Blood Gulch (Red vs Blue). These curious two identical bases in a box canyon in the middle of nowhere were once home to the Red and Blue Teams of Project Freelancer, but they have since left, leaving their homes (and pointless bickering) behind.
• Off to the coast of Amerish is the port city known as Roanapur (Black Lagoon). A den of crime and corruption, the city is the base of operations of many criminal factions, most notably the Lagoon Company and Hotel Moscow. In recent times it has seen a growth in its economy.
• Not too far away is the wretched hive of scum and villainy known as Mos Eisley (Star Wars) is located here, a haven for criminals and undesirables alike. This lawless spaceport is a dangerous place indeed, but if you're looking to hire someone to do your dirty work or make some easy money, this is the place to go to, not to mention the only way offworld for the region.

EAST
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• A vast, expansive region mainly consisting of deserts and dry plains. It is also the most inhospitable.
• The Wastelands (Fallout). Irradiated ruins of Boston, Washington D.C., and the Mojave demolished by nuclear armageddon, mutant creatures and hostile raiders wander the wastes, picking on honest wastelanders trying to make a living, all merged into one. This area is dominated by the Brotherhood of Steel, the Minutemen, the New California Republic, and Caesar's Legion.
• Not too far away is The Zone (S.T.A.L.K.E.R.). This area houses the ruins of the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant and the city of Pripyat. Reality is warped and twisted in the Zone, with dangerous Anomalies that can either kill you or benefit you in some way scattered around, along with valuable Artifacts. Stalkers call this place their home.
• In between the Wastelands and The Zone is the Cosmodrome (Destiny), a facility from humanity’s Golden Age that now lies in ruins. Old colony ships that never launched remain standing upright, and mechanical waste litters the area, along with old facilities. Guardians of the Last City patrol this area, battling the Fallen and Hive for dominance.
• Right in the middle is a strange facility only known as Construct (Garry’s Mod). This bizarre location appears to serve no purpose, although there have been reports of strange humanoid creatures with glowing devices poking out of their pelvises roaming this area.
• Cheyenne Mountain (Terminator) complex, the main base of the malevolent artificial intelligence known as Skynet. The mountain has been hollowed out, reinforced and armoured. The cold, gleaming structure houses Skynet's Central Core Installation. Guarded around the clock by Phased Plasma Arrays and Terminator units, it is incredibly well-protected and nigh-impenetrable.

WEST​

• By far the most developed region. Most of the intact, functioning, and populated cities were transitioned here. It has a temperate and mountainous climate.
• Close to the equator is the port city of New Mombasa (Halo). This massive, cosmopolitan city functions as a centre for trade across the nations. It is also home to Exodus' only working space elevator.
• A combination of multiple Nodes, known simply as Node City (Cytus II). A large tower in the middle of the city controls the weather, and also holds the base of ARC, a large technology company supporting the majority of Node. The technology in Node is much more advanced than our present times, dealing mostly with virtual connections. Within Node, there's quite a bit to do. You can grab a drink at JOEZ Bar, catch a live concert at one of the clubs (if virtual concerts aren't your thing), even go around one of the shopping districts! Though, there are many gangs lurking about during the nighttime, including Kyuu Hou Kai, said to be led by a very wise being... some suspect it's an AI or some sort of front made by the Armed Forces, who knows? Well, either way, if you're hurt by one of these gangs, there's always the Node Hospital. There's an awful lot of rumors going around though...
• Once an impressive floating city, Endura (Arc of a Scythe) has quickly fallen, becoming more of a port for wayfarers. It opperates on Large fans, as well as hundreds of ballast tanks underwater, keep the island floating and go up and down by two feet twice every day to simulate the tides. These run by themselves, but can be sabotaged..... The city is approximately 2 to 3 miles long, with lush gardens, and high-tech all over the place.
• The coastal city of Vale (RWBY) is located here. This large city is home to numerous Hunters and Huntresses, elite warriors with supernatural fighters dedicated to combating the creatures of darkness known as the Grimm that spawn in the surrounding forests. The combat school known as Beacon Academy is located not too far from here, and the giant floating arena known as the Amity Colosseum floats above this location, host to the 40th Vytal Festival.
• The city of Axel (Konosuba) is not far away. This peaceful yet strange city is home to a vast number of adventurers, both rookies and veterans who find membership with the Adventurer Guild. Since its Transition to Exodus, it has prospered due to it being located on a major trading route.
• Deep in the mountains is the Last City (Destiny). This walled city houses the Guardians, immortal warriors brought back by a paracausal force known as the Light. The mysterious alien object known only as the Traveler floats motionlessly over the City, silently watching over the remnants of humanity.
• Many other cities and settlements are dotted across the region.

ABOVE​

• The space station known as the Fortress of Doom (DOOM) orbits the planet, functioning as the personal headquarters of the Doom Slayer.
• Exodus’ moon of Eschew is the planet’s only natural satellite. The Scarlet Keep and Hellmouth (Destiny) are located here, constructed by the Hive, who have a vast network of tunnels running underneath the moon’s surface.

EGRESS

Far more peaceful, civilised, and built-up than Exodus, Egress is home to large number of governing entities who oversee the functions of not just the planet itself, but the whole of Rapture. While it is true that this planet is unified, its political climate is incredibly hostile. Egress is slightly smaller than Exodus and has a similar climate and geology, though land covers more area than water.

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DIASPORA

The very definition of a death world. This planet is where monsters, demons, and everything in between were dumped, ranging from lethal Xenomorphs to fear-hunting Grimm. It is also host to many hostile locations such as Tiberium fields and hellish landscapes. The overall geology of Diaspora is raked by jagged cliffs, ravines, and mountains, not to mention lakes of fire and volcanoes, the sky always a shade of deathly red. Hostile creatures of every kind roam the surface and the depths below. No one can live here, and it is off-limits to the inhabitants of Rapture. Yet many adventurers, either brave or utterly foolish, travel to this world in droves, lured by promises of riches. Not many survive longer than their first day

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• Argent D’Nur (DOOM)​
• Ripped from the frozen moon of Europa is Castalia Macula (Destiny). This region once housed the base of operations for the Clovis Bray Corporation's Exo Project during the Golden Age, and ruins still remain, half-buried under snow and ice. Deep Stone Crypt is located here, where humans were converted into Exos. The city of Riis-Reborn is built in the ruins of Eventide, acting as a safe haven for Fallen in the system, though Eramis of the House of Salvation has turned it into the base of her new empire. A single Darkness Pyramid hovers silently over the ice fields.​
• The desolate, barren wasteland known as the Land of Darkness (RWBY) lies next to Castalia Macula. Its terrain is rocky, with enormous crystals sticking out of the ground, and the sky is a perpetual dark shade of red. The Creatures of Grimm roam this region, spawned from numerous black pools. Evernight Castle, the headquarters of Salem, Queen of the Grimm, is situated in its middle.​
• The Glowing Sea and the Divide, both ground zero for a nuclear strike, have been merged into a single location known simply as the Glowing Divide (Fallout). This area is incredibly irradiated and nearly completely inhospitable. Mutant creatures roam this area, preying on anyone or anything who ventures within, while a religious cult seemingly unaffected by the radiation known as the Children of the Atom operate here. Despite the devastation, there are many priceless artefacts buried beneath the wastes in ruined facilities.​
• A Hive warship has crashed on the border between the Land of Darkness and the Glowing Divide. Survivors have formed a large, subterranean nest known as a Broodhold (Destiny), with a Wizard under the command of Savathûn, the Witch-Queen. From this nest spawn countless Hive who war with both the Grimm and mutant creatures for supremacy.​
• Neighbouring the Glowing Divide are the ruins of Moscow, and underneath that, its extensive Metro (Metro 2033). Survivors of a devastating nuclear war fled underground and survived for years beneath the surface, defending themselves against the elements, mutants, and hostile factions that formed in the Metro itself. Since the Transition, however, most of its inhabitants have been killed by the Glowing Divide's own mutants or infighting, though some pockets of survivors remain.​
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• Site-13 (SCP Foundation)​
• Tiberium (Command and Conquer)​

BEYOND

This refers to anything located in the void of space in the Rapture System, such as space stations and other installations.​

• The colossal space station known as the Citadel (Mass Effect) lies in interplanetary space between Exodus and Egress. This artificial installation serves as the capital of the Citadel Council, made up of a collection of races. It is home to several million people, and each of its arms, known as Wards, is a city by itself containing a breathable atmosphere. The Citadel functions as a trading port between Exodus and Egress, being easily accessible for those with access to spaceflight. It is rich with stores and merchants offering all kinds of goods and services and is rife with vibrant 'nightlife'. However, it also attracts illegal activity such as criminal gangs and mercenary organisations.

THE BOUNDARY

The region known only as the Boundary is not one fixed location, but the term used to refer to furthest place that can be travelled before anything beyond inexplicably gets destroyed. A ring of wrecked spacecraft surrounds the system, mixed with asteroids and other debris, along with smaller celestial bodies such as plantoids. Out here, pirates and criminals and other undesirables roam this lawless frontier.​

• A collection of asteroids, spacecraft wrecks, and other debris linked together makes up the main inhabited area of the Boundary. This is known simply as the Tangled Belt. This is where the much of Rapture's undesirables and criminals come for refuge, and to make a quick buck. An Eliksni known as The Spider (Destiny) has a significant amount of power here, running a vast crime syndicate and oftentimes acting as its only law. Other inhabitants include the Belters (The Expanse), many of whom are responsible for mining the asteroids for resources and performing maintenance.
• A large Cabal Fleet (Destiny) is stationed towards the edges of the system. Cabal forces of the Red Legion and other units that were Transitioned to Rapture coordinate from here, headed from the massive Fleet Carrier Astaroth Vae XI, commanded by the self-proclaimed Primus Zhu'uac. For the time being their efforts are focused on simply surviving, although they may have further dreams of conquest.
• Tycho Station (The Expanse): A spin station and mobile construction platform responsible for manufacturing and materials processing. It is also the covert headquarters of the remnants of the Outer Planets Alliance, headed by Fred Johnson.
• The Graveyard: The final resting place of thousands of vessels that tried to flee Rapture, the Graveyard contains numerous wrecks from all kinds of spacecraft. It also habours many horrors such as mutant creatures, hostile aliens, and worse.
• Towards the very edge of the Graveyard is a single Space Hulk (Warhammer 40,000), formed from the conjoined wrecks of a hundred vessels and corrupted by dark forces. This Hulk is so large that it generates its own gravity and atmosphere. It is known to randomly disappear for periods of time, only to reappear elsewhere in the system in an endless drift. It is infested with Tyranids, Hive, Scorn, Taken, and Orks, along with many other horrors like Xenomorphs. However, scavengers who dare to venture within find many priceless treasures and technologies, but few ever make it out in one piece.
• Other planetoids and celestial bodies

 

[Lazaro1505]

• A Warmongering Cultist seeking to bring endless war back into the lands of Heathmore

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  The Warmonger
  
  The lands of Heathmore... it is what others would call a ‘strange’ land, a land that others would have called impossible due to the inhabitants that reside there not supposed to co-exist within the same time period... yet, they manage to do so here. Of course, with different ideals and factions within the same realm.... conflict was bound to arise with these faction’s borders so close together... and was only kept from waging all out war.... until the cataclysm and occurred.... and forever changed the lives of the inhabitants. An planet-wide event in which the world’s greatest natural disasters had struck the lands.... raining fire from above as large earthquakes shook and destroyed the ground itself.... it was a miracle that those long daysago had survived, but the desperation of resources such as food and water was the spark needed to set a burning flame within the hearts of its inhabitants, and thus, began a millennium of war between the three... the reason for fighting lost to the ages.
  
  Yet these..... sheep believe that they can just push all that conflict, all that war away as if it was a mere small battle over a petty reason. These excuses for warriors think that they can just wipe away all that history with this mere Wyverndale peace..... but we know better.... we know that lying within there still are wolves among the herd of sheep, waiting to be released and bring everything back to how it should be.... but these sheep still stubbornly cling onto the prospect of peace... and those who fought against us have united together to fight against the Order of Horkos. Pathetic excuses for warriors..... they must be given the true definition of a warrior, they must be shown how our armies and soldiers are far stronger than the unity of these pitiful sheep and their Chimera Alliance.... for we are the warmongers.... and we bring truth and war to the lands of Heathmore.
  
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  The Walled City is one of the few ancient fortresses to have survived the Cataclysm. It’s sprawling and bustling with people, its walls are bruised and battered with the blood and tears of those hungry to see the mighty fall. Yet... unlike the past, it is now being used as a abstain against Tyranny... one of the few remaining forts who does not remain under the rule of the Order of Horkos and its warmongering cultists.... one of the few symbols of hope against such a threat within the lands of Heathmore. But at this very moment, a battle that will decide the fate of this fort and its inhabitants is about to occur, as both sides prepare for the bloodshed and death that awaits for them ahead.... as the remaining Knight defenders and its ‘Heroes’ are about to work in unity to prevent the enemy from reaching their most prized individual, a V.I.P who simply goes by the title of Commander... for if his downfall were to arrive, then all hope is lost for the fort is already gone. The Order of Horkos and its Captains prepare to siege the fort with its soldiers and battering ram... their goal of protecting the ram and pushing the front in order to reach the Commander and kill him in order to achieve their goal. Only time would tell how the fate of this area would go down... as we take a look at the Defender’s view within the Fort itself.
  
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  In the very back of the fort... to which the Commander lies standing in the center of a small yet open circular like ‘arena’... barking out commands to nearby soldiers dressed in padded jackets and low quality chainmail armor... wearing large metal helmets and their faces being covered by a white cloth, being differentiated in the different shades of blue their armor have. They wield arming swords as well as heather shields... but due to their low amounts of training and smaller physique compared to the more stronger individuals, they do not expect to survive... but they will fight to the very end.
  
  Nearby however.... was the Commander, a tall and large individual, even taller than most other Heroes who are already taller than the soldiers itself... standing at a tall 7’4’, this warrior has both the armor and strength that makes him deserve this role as Commander. Wearing what the best of money and materials can give... wearing high quality steel and iron plate armor, with chainmail protecting the areas that plate does not... his armor decorated with spikes on either shoulder of his armor, a long and decorated blue cape on his back, engravings upon the armor itself, and finally, a sort of crown like shape located at the very top of his helmet. In his two hands was a large two handed blade... a claymore, a weapon that may seem too large to carry for someone of lower heights for strength, but for him, it was the perfect size in order to use his strength to cleave through even the strongest of armors.
  
  
  “Soldiers! Hurry on.., get into position! The enemy has almost arrived and only 3/4th of our common infantry is in position.... !”
  
  The Commander continued to bark orders and commands to his soldiers and officers, and while some remained at the side of the Commander in case some of the enemies thought of sneaking past the main battle and fighting the commander on his lonesome, most of them were moving towards the Inner gate, or towards the Outer Gate, which would receive the most conflict from the enemy forces. It was like an Ant-hill, soldiers moving along corridors and passageways to get into position for a bloody battle, moving as one and fighting as one... for they have no choice but to do so in order to survive.
  
  Behind the commander, a series of footsteps has caught his attention, causing the tall Knight to turn around, and after seeing what was in front of him, he then said out loud although in a much quieter voice than he was barking commands to his infantry.
  
  “finally.... you arrived... is this all we have for now?”
  
  “I’m sorry.... but we are what’s available to be sent right now... the rest of the reinforcements that are arriving will come too late... so they had send us ahead of time while the rest of the forces march over here.”
  
  “What the Nobushi Says is true... they only had time to send a small strike force of ‘Heroes’ to provide aid in the coming battle...”
  
  “Blah.... we don’t even need more aid Centurion, I bet we can take care of this entire situation with just us and the Fort’s Garrison...”
  
  “Our solders are still out numbered... and we need all the help we can get if we can even get a chance of pushing back the Order of Horkos...”
  
  And speaking in order... were four strange individuals... but they were far taller and stronger then the average soldier, and while if not the same size as the towering Commander... Heroes can change the very fate of battles itself when they are played onto the field.... wild cards one could say.
  
  The first one to speak was a representative of the Samurai faction from the Myre.... a Nobushi, defenders of the villages too far from the Imperial City for the army to reach. They are elegant fighters with a curious weapon. They have the lightest armor that allows them to move like the wind but cannot take a lot of damage. But don’t let their appearance fool you, they are one of the most effective fighters the Samurai have. Wearing leather and red cloth as armor... this certain Nobushi also wears an expressionless white mask as well as a amigasa hat on top of her head.
  
  
  The next hero wears armor and clothing of the same color, but has the most foreign look out of the four due to his past. This hero was none other than a Centurion, these high ranking warriors fought for an empire. Their might inspired generations of soldiers and struck fear in the heart of their enemies. They are Centurions. Their confidence radiates out to all those who follow them. With their gladius as an extension of their arm and their fist as strong as their conviction. Once the pride of a glorious dynasty, their legend is soon to be rewritten. This Centurion was covered head to toe in foreign armor... the design of that decorated with skull like shapes on either his pauldrons, forearms, knee guards, and skeletal looking face... although strange to others, due to seemingly muscles decorating the chest of the armor, it is seen as a sign of the armor being another set of skin to the Centurion, this armor being a musculata curiass. And it was topped off with a red crest on the top of his helmet and a blood red cape flowing in the wind.
  
  
  The third to last was an representative of the Vikings, a hardened battle maiden who goes by the title of Valkyrie.... these warriors have made a deal with the gods. They will fight and earn glory so that those who can’t will be counted in the halls of Valhalla. They are scouts and trackers who use their spears and shields to deadly effect. They are chosen by the gods—pray that you never encounter one on the battlefield. This particular Battle Maiden wields a one-handed spear passed on from generations, and a small shield as well to provide protection in battle. Her armor is a mixture of mostly leather but some metal such as her golden and decorated Henley with wings extending as decoration. She is also one of the only Heroes whose physical features are not hidden underneath armor or cloth... her blonde bunches and her pale skin out for the world to see... as well as tattoos that decorate her arms and legs. She also seems to wear furs on her lower legs and top half of her red cape, although the cape is rather torn and worn out...
  
  
  And the final hero was one native to these lands of Ashfeld, a Knight in shiny armor one could say... but this Hero was none other than a Warden, members of an ancient order...fallen into dust. Sworn to defend the weak, masters of the longsword. Their origins lost to history; still they fight for what is right. Driven by duty, devoted to their people... they fight for what is right... and will give up their lives for their people if the time arrives. This Knight had the most basic and least decorated design of the five standing about... wearing a set of interwoven metal plates over chainmail, topped by a visored barbuta helmet made to protect against a stray arrow or blade strike. The partial plate is segmented along the torso, arm, and leg joints to provide great dexterity while still granting plenty of protection in battle. This Knight was also wielding a basic long sword, being held by his left arm holding onto the blade, the metal connecting so that the skin of the Knight wouldn’t scrape against the sharp blade of the sword.
  
  
  “This is rather worrisome... but still, some backup, especially in the form of Heroes can help turn the tide of battle.... let us hope that they don’t have more skilled Heroes than you four....”
  
  But before they could continue talking, one of the nearby Officers rushed up to them, carrying words of concern and panic in his voice as he yelled out.
  
  
  “Commander! The enemy has arrived, they are about to begin their assault now!”
  
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  At the very front of the fort... an enemy force had already taken their place at the area... their siege about to commence as the man soldiers rallied near the battering ram, which would be their key in getting most of their forces inside the fort without getting through narrow hallways in which the defenders could take advantage of. Two types of footsoldiers were standing at the ready, all wearing orange and black armor, with a black rose decorating the chest plates of their armor, the symbol of Horkos. As well as having the same devil like horn structure decorating the top of their armor... wearing far more protection and armor than that of the Defenders... but the difference between the two is that they either wielded the short sword and shield, or wield spears with kite shields instead.
  
  
  
  And as the sounds of battle were occurring with the forces that went first before the ram... a large mechanical machine with armor to protect the soldiers inside pushing the ram, with enough strength to destroy even the largest of doors that forts had to offer.
  
  
  The Soldiers were marching in synch surrounding the ram... covering all sides from the enemy, as they marched forward, drums of war sounding as the soldiers sung their chant for all to hear, even amongst the fighting, as horns sounded its arrival, singing in an strange language only known as Latin.
  
  
  
  But behind the soldiers, were four notable figure... due to their armor and size compared to the regular soldier, for they are known as the Horkos’s elite Heroes within the army... leading lower ranked and skilled Heroes and soldiers against the forces within the castle... as the main figure, a woman wearing silver decorated plate and chainmail armor... the Warmonger.... grandiose warriors who will not go unnoticed on the battlefield. Their weapon of choice is the Flamberge Greatsword, a two-handed sword that is as elegant as it is deadly. According to their beliefs, they were gifted a dark power named Corruption to weed out all liars and impostors of the world. But this was no regular warmonger... for it was Synthribos... or her true name.... Sakura Nevermore.... the commander of this regiment of soldiers from the Order of Horkos... and one of the chosen champions of Astera herself... leader of the Order. Wearing a helmet with deer horns on the top as a decorative purpose.... but her metallic claws are nothing but another weapon to use in combat, having the same sharpness of a well maintained blade... perfect for any situation. She was currently wearing a dark red cloak... which served little purpose but it is often used to show her rank within the army.
  
  
  “Hmph... these pitiful sheep believe that they can hide within the safety of an fort and wait out there.... fine, if they do not want to fight out here.... they we will bring the fight to them... you three, prepare to head out with me... we will be leading the charge very soon...”
  
  She had said to three other Heroes by her side, who merely nodded in response of this command and had remained silent.... not having another word to say in the matter. But let us look at the rest of the Heroes participating within this battle on the side of the Attackers.... the second one being:
  
  A large and tall Knight, while not of the same size of the Commander, still a force to be reckoned with. This hero is none other than a Lawbringer, they are justice in Ashfeld. They enforce the laws and dispense punishment and retribution without mercy. Their armor is without equal, their signature weapon a grim reminder of the ultimate punishment for lawlessness. They will go wherever they are needed – pray that you are on the right side when they arrive. But this Lawbringer had instead joined the side of the Warmongers for reasons unknown. Covered head to toe in the most amount of armor of any Hero in the field.... this Knight wears the best of armor, a dark steel armor decorated with symbols, spikes, a golden medallion hanging from their chest, a black and gold cape, and a helmet spike which seems more of a weapon than decoration. He wields an engraved pole axe.... combining the key traits of an axe, maul, and spear into one deadly and versatile weapon.
  
  
  The Hero seemingly had the least amount of armor... which may seem like a death sentence for most other soldiers.... but not for this one. For he was none other than a Raider.... Legendary.... Raiders are always found at the forefront of the Viking horde, hacking through enemies crazy enough to stand in their way. They are clad in leather and iron rings, with their bodies covered by tattoos – souvenirs from past battles, which they bear proudly. These relentless warriors embody the Viking ideals: boundless bravery, spotless integrity, and unbridled passion. They know the moment of their death has already been chosen upon birth, so no Viking fears to follow their destiny. Of course, they all intend to bring as many foes with them as they can. This Raider managed to survive long enough that his hair turned completely silver... either from stress or age alone... but he still brings the deadliness and barbaric fury of an Raider. Wearing an iconic horned helmet, although having only one horn left standing on his helmet, he still wears it with pride... as proof of his battles, also wearing no form of chest armor other than a brown cloak and white furs on his body. His lower body thankfully has some form of protection... being leather armor... but with his large two-handed fame axe, he will slice through the enemy forces before they can even get a scratch into him.
  
  
  The last warrior was another of the Myre... but part of a mysterious clan of assassins and couriers hired by those who want them to do the dirty work of killing someone for them. They are called Shinobis.... silent warriors who move with a dancer's grace and kill with the precision that can only come from a lifetime of disciplined training.
  
  They were told as only being a myth, but this was intended by the secret society which kept their training and existence a secret. While their brethren Aramusha are brash enforcers, the Shinobi are tasked with undercover work. Not much else is known about the Shinobi than their agility, their magic-like ninja arts and their skill that lets them dispatch enemies quickly with the kusarigama they hold in hand. This particular one seems to wear little form of armor and instead traded it for agility instead.... his body decorated in brownish and blue colors all over his clothing.... his face mostly hidden by a cloth mask and some form of bandage on the top of his head. Wrapped around his arms are chains used for sickles or Kusarigama... and with them, he can throw them at extended ranges, either to strike from afar, pull an opponent towards them, or pull themselves forward into the fray.
  
  
  The Warmonger merely chuckled to herself.... as she prepared with her elite soldiers to enter the fort and attack from the inside, allowing the rest of their forces to go inside and wreck havoc upon these pitiful sheep and awaken the burnt out fires of wolves hiding amongst the sheep.... for in this world.... there can only be war.
  
  @ Open for others to join in on the battle.
  

 

[Stricken Steel]

Pilot Adam Johnson, YU-3501
{Location: UNSC Infinite -> IMS Malta}

"Pilot, The IMC has breached a recently found Frontier Ship, Would you like to request a UNSC D-79 Pelican to travel to the ship?" YU asked his Pilot as his blue eye glowed. "Yeah, Just for us. Don't need to pay for ODST Pods." Adam spoke as he slipped on his helmet, and his HUD lit up. His HUD showed different maps and such and then showed UNSC combat Information, Specifically the Infinite. The Pilot had to admit, The Infinite was a damned beast compared to the Frontiers' Ships and was much better too. Lots of ODSTs, Spartans, Marines, and so on. A Pelican landed in the landing bay, and its thrusters powered down.

"This is Red-Bird-One. A Pilot and Titan requesting travel? Nice." A voice came on the radio, as the ramp lowered.

"Yes, That is us." The Pilot responded as he walked on board the ramp. The ramp closed behind the Pilot as he took his sweet-sweet time and loaded a Magazine into his R-201 Carbine as the thrusters powered back up. The Titan grabbed the Bottom of the Pelican and held on as It took off into space.

"Red-Bird-One, Leaving the UNSC Infinite now. Heading to a Frontier Militia ship now." The Co-Pilot radioed to the Infinite as the D-79 Headed into the Deep Space of Rapture.

"Approaching Ship Now. Ship Identified: IMS Malta. It was captured well over 10 years ago. Seems to be Intact." YU spoke to Adam through his helmet comm. "Yeah, I can see that." Adam responded as the Pelican docked with the IMS Malta. The Titan climbed off the Pelican as the Ramp slowly opened, Showing who was one of the most skilled fighters of his world to ever live. He was armed to the teeth, his helmet sticking out as well. The Titan Pilot hopped into his Titan and the hatch closed quickly. The Titan shot his Salvo Rockets at a nearby group of IMC footsoldiers and finished off their fighter-ship with the combination of his XO-16 Chaingun and his Rockets. "I detect enemies nearest the control center, We must take back our ship, Pilot." YU said as the Pilot moved him forward, An enemy Monarch titan opening fire on the Titan and pilot inside.


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Kyle Crane
{Location: Harran Safehouse


Kyle kicked a viral away from him and finished it off with his Electrified-Machete of the sorts. Blood now coated his hands, and it was already getting dark in Harran. He would have to make it to the nearest safe house for the night, and or try to escape the Volatiles. The Volatiles were creations of Imaginable mutations, But their one weakness; UV Light. Crane had a small UV flashlight and only used it to give those damned things free sunburns.
He was now running being chased by a horde of randomly mixed Virals and normal Biters. A viral caught up to him and knocked him onto the ground, to which he fired his pistol at her, Blowing her head off.
His adrenaline was now racing throughout his body, Running with what energy he had left, He shot his grappling-hook at a nearby edge of a building. He pulled on the steel-like rope hard enough and was slung towards the ledge to which he climbed up. He was wanting to give this 'UNSC', This Antizin so they could produce a possible cure for the Harran Virus. A nearby viral released a blood-curdling scream to which the Runner quickly stood up.
"Where the fuck are you?" Crane asked himself as he looked around, The skies getting darker every minute. Crane then ran, hearing something screech below, Knowing it could only be one thing;

A Volatile.



Crane ran across the different rooftops, and quickly darted into an apartment with UV Lights scattered around it, Getting in through the window. He was still breathing heavily and peeked out the window. The Volatile was below looking up at the Runner with dead, bloodshot eyes, His mandibles clicking and he screamed at Kyle, before taking off into the now dark streets of Harran. That moment made Kyle's blood go cold and he quickly backed from the window.
"Just a day more of running, and we can get a cure..." Crane whispered as he lied down on an old mattress, and closed his eyes to sleep.

{Free For Interaction}​

 

[Scatterbrain]

King Louie
Location: Louie's Place, Exodus (South)
Interactions: (OPEN)​

Nestled against the trunk of a giant tree on a small deserted island, the popular island nightclub/motel called Louie's Place was the hottest refreshment spot in the South Seas. Over the course of a few short years, this seemingly quaint establishment had become famous among traders, travellers, and partygoers across Exodus for its delicious fruit drinks, uproarious parties, and its energetic manager and host, Louie himself.

Louie's Place was constructed entirely around the wreck of an old sailing ship which came with the island property. Rather than disposing of the shipwreck, Louie transformed the boat into part of his club using bits of leftover wood and material to hand-fashion the club's main structure. What was once the ship's mast now served as the main support beam for the building's tall, thatched-hut roof. Bamboo-pole framework surrounded thatched walls and ceilings, lending a jungle flavour to the club's makeshift architecture.

Crude tables built from planks and wooden barrels occupied the club's main seating area, which also served as an impromptu dance floor during festivities. Various other small tables and booths, constructed out of all manner of "found" items, lined the walls around the main floor. Furthermore, the main cabin of the shipwreck Louie's Place was built upon had been converted into a special lounge room. The best seats in Louie's club were typically reserved for special customers and other affluent, important, or favourite guests. Of course the true centrepiece of Louie's Place was the bar, located adjacent to the main dining floor. Rows of bottles on the back shelves contained fruit juices and various alcoholic beverages, all of them awaiting use in one of the clubs many elaborate concoctions including Louie's world-famous Krakatoa Special.

Louie's Place also offered a diverse menu of meals, cooked up in the nightclub's main kitchen. Despite Louie's slightly messy and somewhat unorthodox cooking practices, he managed to keep his kitchen organized and well-stocked. Available cuisine ranged from burgers and fries to pawpaw pambazos, as well as the ominous "All-You-Can-Stand-For-A-Dollar" special, all handled by his expert staff of cooks and waiters. One of the club's personal specialties was its mouth-watering pizza pie, a delicacy among travellers and pizza lovers everywhere.

A large alcove in the back wall of the club housed a stage used for Louie's various shows and musical numbers. Usually improvised, these offbeat performances featured music provided by pianist Montgomery and the Louie's Place band. Louie occasionally took to the stage himself, contributing his own inimitable brand of scat-singing lyrics. Guests were encouraged to join in the jamboree, often sending the whole house into wild overnight parties famous for their ability to cause partygoers to lose all track of time. Casual music fans could choose from a selection of lively tunes from the club's jukebox instead. Scheduled events at Louie's included jam sessions such as the bongo-drum beating "Aloha Night" band, and the new annual "Twist All Night" celebration.

Despite Louie's apparently freewheeling and fancy-free manner, he took no chances when it came to security. Remarkably inventive, Louie has devised various creative ways of keeping his club secure.

Louie himself was often found in his office, a small back room whose furniture consisted of little more than a chair, a desk and a ceiling fan constructed from an aircraft propeller. The office was cluttered with various items, artefacts, and treasured objects that Louie had amassed over the years his place had been in business. Not that you could really tell when first entering the room as Louie often preferred to operate in almost complete darkness.

The majority of people who came to Louie's Place where there to relax, unwind and generally have a good time but they were some who came seeking an audience with Louie himself...

 

[Funnier President]

Percy Jackson​

As the city was being breached, Percy Jackson stood out at the city walls, looking at the approaching army. He was wearing an orange T-Shirt which had the words Camp Half-Blood on them, along with a pair of shorts. To say he was annoyed, was an understatement. He just wanted to chill for a while after survive a hellhole, and now he was in a city that was about to be sieged. Well, Percy had been in positions like this, like in the Battle of New York against Kronos, but this was.. well, he didn't want to be a part of all of this conflict, all of this war, all of this hate. He just wanted to live a normal life.

But would such a thing even exist anymore? He was taken to Rapture, along with thousands of random others. Well, he at least had Riptide, and his... well, new friends? he didn't know what to call the people he had traveled with for weeks now, even though most of them were older than him. Well, all of them at least. Even the angsty ghost.

They had come to the city after weeks of traveling, and eating what they could. They had literally killed countless monsters and demons, and when they finally found this city, they though they could stay there, finally safe. Percy had come to enjoy it, because even though it was, well old compared to New York, it had its own appeal, with all of the merchants and whatnot, the hassling over prices. Looking back over his shoulder, he spotted a familiar horse and its rider. Gyro

As the cowboy looked up at the Percy, he hollered

"OI Percy! Come down from there and quit ya Moping! Were moving out along with the rest of em, dont'cha remember?

As Percy looked back at Gyro, he simply sighed. He had remembered the deal they had made with the Commander- They were welcome to stay in the city, but they had to help and protect the city when it was under attack, which, it was. Percy really wished they could have got away from all of all this, but he simply yelled back at Gyro "Yeah, I'm coming. Where are the others?"

Gyro simply shrugged, even though Percy couldn't see it.

"I don't a know, but I expect they be coming up sometime soon. Besides, Morro hates it here, remember? Likely holed up in the inn, that ghost:"

Percy took a moment to consider it, but deicided they simply staring at the enemy wouldn't help.

"Fine, I'm coming. But if their not there, were doomed."
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As Percy got down from the city walls, Gyro had already taken of on Valkyrie, leaving him behind. Well, frick. Now he was going to have to walk, which would take FOREVER. Silently cursing Gyro, he ran on towards the back of the fort.
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As Percy finally got to the back of the fort, Gyro was already there waiting for him.

"Cmon, water boy, yer late"

"You could have just given me a ride-

"No and no, now cmon, I think we're late."

Gyro climbed of his horse, and with Percy, they walked inside the arena- like area. Immideatly, the first thing that Percy noticed was the messenger, who looked worried. Well, if they were warning about the city being under attack, then they were late. Well, email and phones didn't exist here, so whatever. Percy also noted four warriors, each wildly different from the other. There were also the soldiers, but Percy didn't mind them. They all seemed to have there strengths, and Percy couldn't help but wonder who exactly they were, but Gyros voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Well howdy your excellency, me and Water boy are here, don't know where Ice Queen, Witchy, Ghosty, and Solider man are, but they'll come. Now, what do you want us ter do?"

Gyro said all of that in his usual tone, while pulling out one of his steel balls from his.... unique holders for them. They looked weird, in Percy's opinion, but he would never say that. Mainly because Gyro would them use them on Percy, and he did NOT want that kind of pain. He had seem the power of Gyro's balls (man, that sounded wrong). Besides, Gyro wasn't exactly the most diplomatic person. That honor would likely go to Elsa, who WAS a Queen-

"Well, what Gyro said, we're ready to fight....."

Interactions: Lazaro1505

 

[Sir Skrubbins]

Tohru Adachi
[Interactions: Open]

Status: Confused
Condition: Unharmed
Location: City of Vale

"Agh... gross..."

Adachi quietly grumbled to himself as his brain received painful danger-signals from his mouth, trying to ignore the feeling of his molars splitting in two as he attempted to chew his rock-hard lump of fibre - or lotus root, according to the prison warden that passed his "meal" through his cell door.

"Oof... man, that'll never settle well with me, will it? Hahahaha...! Urgh..."

Desperate to wash down the cinderblock he just swallowed, Adachi urgently lifted his bowl of barley-filled rice from the tatami mat on his prison floor and scraped it into his mouth. While certainly no more exciting to the taste buds, Adachi felt his stomach become a little lighter.

Moderately satisfied, he placed the bowl back down and stared at his dinner with an amused grin. Once again, he'd been served chikuzenni with an assload of vegetables. Wouldn't you know it, he also saw some miso soup on the verge of being water, some cucumber tsukemono, and, in the prison's infinite benevolence, even two slices of orange for dessert. Lucky him.

Especially lucky was he that he was served the same meal that he had during the Midnight Channel incident. The second one; the P-1 Climax. The sight of this food really caused memories of a phenomenally exhausting time for the ex-cop to flood back. Really, it was pretty stupid. For whatever reason, the world decided it wasn't enough for him to sit and do his time in peace, and that it'd just be hilarious for the guy who tried to end the world a year ago to have to end up saving it with the kids who stopped him last time.

To tell the truth, though... Adachi thought it was kind of fun. And it wasn't exactly horrible to see those brats again. But, now, he was more than happy that it was all behind him. All he'd have to do now is "follow the rules of this world" as he promised, and accept his due punishment. It was going to be a hell of a lot easier, now that he'd finally been convicted and those dumbass detectives would stop wasting his time trying to find new evidence when there wasn't any, and stop grilling him for irrelevant information that he'd already told them.

Yep. That life of excitement was all behind him now. He wouldn't be travelling in between dimensions and universes again any time soon. Nope, these four walls would be where he stays for the foreseeable future. Nothing could possibly change that... right?

"Number 82, finish up already!"The guard outside shouted, snapping Adachi back to reality.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. Sorry." Adachi responded, pushing his mostly-empty bowls in front of his cell door, which the guard then opened and took outside with him. At least Adachi wasn't being watched now.

A few minutes afterwards, after-meal drowsiness struck him. Save for the complaints from his stomach and the crickets incessantly chirping on the other side of his tiny barred window, his cell was as quiet as two strangers in an elevator. It was pretty late, and with nothing else to do in this cell, he plopped his ass down on his futon and shuffled under the covers, waiting to pass from consciousness into that beckoning slumber...

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"Agh! Hey, what gives?!"

Adachi cried out, tightly shutting his eyes and holding a hand up to block the intense light burning his eye sockets out. The floor felt hard and uncomfortable, and it was warm. Way warmer than that damn freezer they called a prison.

"Aw, c'mon, and I was having just the most wonderful sleep!" Adachi exclaimed in a pained voice, trying to get used to the feeling of his corneas burning. "Well... ah hah... no rest for the wicked, right? You could at least get that light outta my face."

Once Adachi felt his eyes had adjusted enough to that melting feeling, he slowly began to open them. When he could see again, he was expecting the roof of his prison cell, with a prison guard shining a torch in his face or something.

The one thing he absolutely was not expecting, though, was a certain sight he hadn't seen in a long time. A sight he was sure he wasn't going to see again for much longer.

The deep blue sky.

"Wh- what in the...?!" Adachi exclaimed, scrambling to his feet, his body briefly entering alert-mode. His startled expression, his pale face and the fact that he'd just gotten to his feet from sleeping on the pavement in the middle of the street earned him some confused looks from passersby, only for them to duck their heads back and hurry along once they made contact with the apparently homeless guy. Did that guy who just passed have cat ears?

It took only as long for Adachi to get his bearings for him to realise. It didn't exactly take a genius, and he was pretty sure he wasn't dreaming anymore. The world really just had to pick on him again and give him one last kick in the nuts. Because wherever he was, he wasn't doing his time in jail anymore.

He was outside, in yet another boring-ass city.



The outside world. Yeah, this kind of thing had sort of happened before. He knew this feeling. But this time, he had no idea what was waiting for him at the bottom. Whatever or whoever had taken him from his cell spat him out in a sickeningly nice-looking city, with all sorts of small shops for all purposes; bakeries, bookstores, bars, and whatever the hell a place that sells "dust" is supposed to be. Looming above him was a monorail, and even with his vision partially blocked off from the tall buildings, he could see what seemed like great, lumbering airships zooming away up in the sky

Seriously... who came up with this idea? Let the convicted serial killer out in a peaceful city like this?

What now? Adachi sighed slightly as he slumped his shoulders and dug his hands into his suit pockets.

"Urrrrgh... c'mon, really? Why's everything have to be such a damn hassle these days? Wait 'til I'm finally behind bars, then toss me straight back out into the free world?" Adachi complained, to nobody in particular. It at least helped him get his head straight. At least it wasn't the first time this had happened, and he knew it was pretty unlikely he just appeared here for no reason. Considering the size of this place, his detective intuition also told him that he probably wasn't the only fish out of water, either. First, he'd have to figure out just what the hell happened here; then he could put the damn thing to bed.

"...Well, guess I'll go. I really didn't think anything like this would happen again."

Adachi supposed he'd start investigating from the top. He looked around, scratched his head, and started to walk and look around the relatively remote part of the city he was plopped into. His fish-out-of-water look and confused expression would probably make him stick out to anyone in a similar situation as him. Surely, he'll find some evidence if he just starts walking around... hm?

Adachi couldn't help a crooked smile. That was something Dojima-san used to say all the time. I guess it is kind of like old times, Adachi mused, as he set off and began his search for clues.

[Open for Interaction]

 

[Teacup but existent]

Sophia, City of Vale
Step, step. Step, step, step.

Stop.

A certain masked thief had walked up to a box, dark as can be. The room around him was just like a dump. Messy. Piles of trash. Putrid smell. The finishing touch had been a lack of light. While things were visible, the amount of light was fairly dim. But, that aside, he reached out his hand, curious as to what the box had been... little did he know, a phenomenon wasn't about to happen to him, but the box itself. After all, who said this side of the story would be in the Wild Card's shoes?



A bright sky. Deep blue, wispy clouds traversing over it, and to top it all off was a large, illuminated ball of plasma. The AI - formerly known as "the box" - opened her eyes to this, much to her awe. It was oh so lovely, she had never seen anything like it! That's because she has no memories. But, something like this would make a great first memory!

As people passed by her, she would garner some odd looks. With her wide eyes and bright smile, she seemed like a kid in a candy store (albeit a lost one), admiring each and every thing surrounding her. Her height (4'4") didn't help her case either. Nor did the fact that the companion of humanity just appeared out of nowhere. Sophia didn't seem to mind though. Her main focus was how lovely everything seemed to be... but one thing stuck out to her.

Just as she garnered the attention of passing citizens (which wasn't a large amount of people, it seems she's been dropped off in a remote portion of the city... quite similar to a certain serial killer) and common folk, they garnered her attention. But, just when she was about to introduce herself, she noted something... cat-like ears. Were they really human? This threw Sophia off quite a bit, to be frank. She'd gaze about one more time, before spotting a... rather confused man. He didn't have any ears similar to that of a feline's, so perhaps he was the odd one out, in terms of species. Though, as humanity's companion, perhaps she should come up to him and ease whatever may be muddling him!

Step. Step. Step.

Her steps quickened, until she had blown off into a full-on run. The floating hearts making up her ponytails flew behind her, arms wide open as if she were a plane of sorts, just about ready for take-off. Sophia then managed to catch up to Adachi's position, which translates to "she ran right past him, took a small turn, then skidded to a stop right in front of him". Keeping her arms out as if trying to block his way, she'd then lower her right arm to her side, left hand now waving slightly towards the newly escaped jailbird.


"Greetings. I am Sophia, humanity's companion. Are you in need of assistance?"


Her head tilted slightly to the left, as she lowered her no-longer waving hand to her side.

 

[Develius]

Location: Approaching King Louie's Place
Interactions: Scatterbrain

Spoiler: Theme: Ravenous Eyes

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While the hungry visitors feasted upon the rich delicacies within the great-ape's palace, they would soon find that they were not the only ones ravenous for a good time. Near the jungle outskirts leading towards the establishment a reptilian beast eyed the bustling party above with two gleaming yellow eyes. It was primarily gray in color - being no taller than a rhino - having a narrow elongated skull much like that of a lizard, but with a long serpentine body that moved in a surprisingly gracile way. It sported two lanky forearms, each tipped with three long claws, yet lacked hind-limbs that usually attributed with creatures like itself. The creature flicked its triple-forked tongue towards the palace, gathering sensory information about what lurked within. It looked rather alien compared to the rest of the fauna on the island...

In fact, this creature was not native to this land; rather it's a stowaway from a neighboring island to the west. How this thing got here is not quite known, however it had been lurking in the deepest parts of the jungle for no more than a few days. Not only had it been surviving, but thriving as it hunted the local fauna. From pigs to monkeys, it ate everything that moved. Yet this was the first time the devilish beast would lay its eyes upon the establishment that belonged to the resident king of the island.

Motivated by the smells emanating from within, the reptilian invader quietly began its approach behind the old shipwreck. Its claws silently gripped onto the ship's rusting husk with little effort before beginning the ascent up towards the club. For a creature as big as it was it was surprisingly quiet in its approach, being how its kind were infamous as highly-deadly ambush predators. No doubt sheer panic would ensue the moment it would be detected...

Location: Heathmore Battlefield
Interactions: Lazaro1505

Spoiler: At Doom's Gate

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Not far from Walled City, a lone armored figure wielding a shotguncould be seen wading through the scraggily bush and rocky ground. The figure, revered by many in his world as the Doom Slayer, had been scouring this newfound land for roughly several hours since his unexpected arrival. For his primary objective was plain and simple: to hunt down the remains of the demonic horde that invaded Earth and end the conflict between the demons and the corrupted Makyrs. He last remembered entering a portal upon his personal space station - the Fortress of Doom - expecting to find himself knee-deep in the dead of a demon stronghold. So it came as a surprise when the Slayer found himself in a completely different location, contradictory to what he envisioned. Instead of lava and brimstone filled with unholy abominations, he found himself in a desert environment that sported a medieval-like structures in the distance. For a moment he considered that the portal glitched and planted him far beyond his target destination. But when he tried to get in touch with his Fortress via its current onboard AI system - supplied by the conscious of one Dr. Samuel Hayden - he was unable to reach him or get an idea of where he is.

That bastard. The Slayer initially expected treachery - given his history with the previous chairman of the infamous UAC corporation - but considering that Hayden had helped him in his quest to eliminate the Khan Makyr and the Icon of Sin, it seemed unlikely. Incompetence seemed more likely the case at this point. Still, one thing was for sure. Wherever he was, it didn't seem to take place in any dimension he knew. It wasn't Earth, nor was it the fires of Hell, the mechanized "paradise" of Urdak, or even the Sentinel home world of Argent D'Nur (despite showing a few similarities regarding the climate). It was both alien, yet familiar. He needed answers.

From where he stood, the Slayer could see that a battle had just begun. Blades and crossbows were the primary weapons in this conflict, alongside giant wooden rams and trebuchets(?) as additional support. He knew little of what the factions were truly fighting for overall, but he could plainly see the main catalyst of the battle. In most circumstances, such petty squabbles seemed merely trivial to the battle hardened ex-Sentinel, if not somewhat nostalgic. After all. while they had weapons of old, the armored space marine brandished weapons far outclassing their ancient arsenal. He had guns of various shapes and sizes, all capable of sheer destruction of blood and metal. Even his wrist-bladed were of adamantium strength. But even without weapons, he could no less utilize his bare hands to rip and tear with ungodly strength and power unseen by mortal men.

In reality, this was a battle the Slayer had no business in. His one-man war was eternally focused upon the unholy demonic hordes that resided in Hell, and with them alone. He had killed people before, yes, but that was a lifetime ago... and one for far different reasons. But now, he needed answers to burning questions. Perhaps those residing in the fort could assist him... even if he had to fight his way to get in there.

The Slayer's grasp upon the shotgun would tighten before uncharacteristically lessening. He tossed the weapon in the air before placing it back in his hammer space; not even bothering to supplement another weapon in its steed. Instead, he activated his wrist-mounted blades that ejected forward with a sizzling hiss.

Just like old times.

And with that, the Doom Slayer made his descent towards the battlefield - ready to rip and tear through any that got in his way.

 

[ConnorOfficials]

Lilith & Sackboy
Location: Construct (Garry’s Mod)




On planet Exodus there was a large city, it's a pretty ordinary place with a bunch of buildings and such but there was one thing that seemed out of place and it was this one ghostly lass who was passed out in this one area. Soon enough her eyes started to open and she found herself in the location. "What the hell...?" She quietly exclaims to herself as she slowly gets up to look around, the girl looks to be quite worried about the situation, not knowing why or how she ended up here in the first place. It could be all just a dream but she's never had one like this so that's unlikely.

The girl wondered around the area with unease when out of the corner of her eye she saw something very small in one of the buildings and she'd assumed that it was scared because it was hiding from her. "Hello?" Her assumption was right because one she investigated the building she saw a tiny brown knitted creature backing away and although he was scared at first he started to calm down a bit when he realized that the ghost meant no harm.

"Um, who are you?" The brown creature responded by opening up some sort of menu and a bunch of stickers were summoned and he stuck them on the wall. All the stickers spelt out a name witch was "Sackboy" She looks over to him and asks just to make sure. Sackboy nods and then points to her as of some sort of question to know her name as well. She pauses for a few seconds before speaking up. "Lilith."

(Open for interaction)​

 

[Lazaro1505]

• Father and son wandering through the city of Vale in search of a way home

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  Timmothy Wahnabe .Sr & .Jr
  
  Location:
  Vale
  
  
  
  When someone says the name of ‘West Virginia’... many people can think of different things to describe these lands and its inhabitants that reside within its borders... but all have the same response upon the matter, which it is a large area covered in mostly forests and mountains across the lands... life that had existed there for far longer than the trees itself let younger than the land formations dotting it as well. Most individuals who enjoy the forests and activities such as hunting or foraging would love it here... or if one wants to settle within one of many prospering towns within its borders... but for these two inhabitants of West Virginia, they have a whole lot of negative views upon how fu-*bleep* up everything has gotten after Great War had occurred. Of course, not everyone knows of the Great War, especially those foreign to the idea of all out war across the lands... but for where these two Vault Dwellers of Vault 76 had once resided on, it was a hellhole.
  
  Nukes striking all over the planet had turned the entire thing into a nuclear wasteland barely struggling to survive not only the environmental changes such as high amounts of radiation and lack of resources... but also from hostile mutated animals and their fellow men desperate enough to slay their own brothers and sisters just so that they could have a chance of a few more years of survival. It was thought to be a hopeless situation... in which there was no room for peace and happiness within these lands... but somehow, in some strange change of fate.... these select few factions such as the Minutemen or NCR had managed to create a positive change within the wasteland, aiding the many wastelanders whether it be Human, Ghoul, or friendly Supermutant... it seemed to have gotten better, and from what the legends say, this achievements couldn’t have been done without a special individual who changed the tides of fate itself just by existing.
  
  Of course, it seemed like mere legends and myth within the West Virginian wastes... but the inhabitants of Vault 76 managed to find a calling in life, and settled down in a growing town that will forever be known as ‘Prosperity’, for how quickly it prospered within the Wastelands with Vault Dweller and settler alike joining the community, and is known for having one of the most strongest individuals out there in America:
  
  And while this town doesn’t seem like much.... it is still considered home to the many citizens inside said town, and, with seemingly the impossible happening and what they considered their world being thrown into a far more weirder, yet diverse world, they seem to prosper even more with new traders and materials coming into town. Of course, with new opportunities comes new risks... in the form of strange and undiscovered creatures and hostiles.... more Pirates and thrives plaguing their land, and especially other factions of America being thrown into a more smaller yet still equally deadly battlefield. But hey, life isn’t always fair in the wasteland, and one must stop caring about the negative side of things within life and focus upon the positive side.
  
  Yet, for a certain individual, this wasn’t the case... especially when in this certain unfortunate event, both him and his son were miles away from familiar lands, stuck in seemingly ‘heaven’ like town... something he didn’t even think was possible throughout his miserable lifespan and possibly not so for a few more millennium, yet, here he was, confusion and uncertainty painted upon his face. This.... had to be a illusion, or a lie, because nothing was ever this prosperous or peaceful looking out in the wastelands, let, no matter how many times he had rubbed his eyes and looking once more at the surrounding city, it had remained, as if life was mocking him of what it could have been if the nukes hadn’t struck the Earth all those years ago, and showing him an mocking example of a truly ‘normal’ city.
  
  But while he was too busy harboring negative thoughts to himself in the street, his son however, had a completely different and more optimistic view upon his current location. Strange flying vertibird like machines.... actual working cars that beeped, strange and awesome looking people (and a few cases, ‘mutants’ with those of animal like appendages) and generally a happy place with no constant reminder of how everything had gotten worse after the nuclear war or no chance of death (or for what the young Wahnabe could see with his youthful mind) at all. It was like one of those dreams of what a pre-war city would have looked like inside his head.... which made it all the better and awesome. Of course, out of the two wandering men, while Timmothy .Sr could pass off as an higher classed individual or at least a bouncer for a sort of club, Timmothy .Jr however stood out like a sore thumb with his blue Vault jumpsuit, Boy Scout jacket, and both a Bear mask and Bear slippers on their respective places. It was like hunting a deer that was covered head to toe in a bright and colorful paint that was basically calling out to all the predators in the area to come after it.... but instead for this case, the pair had received a few strange glances in their direction, the inhabitants possibly not used to someone like this.
  
  Timmothy .Sr right now honestly wanted to punch the individuals who looked their way funny right into da kissa and give them a taste of their own medicine, but due to this being a strange land with possibly more advance tech than they currently have, even by a few years.... was not something he was gonna risk. Plus, he doesn’t want to become a fugitive of the law around these parts and make finding a way home a far harder task than it needs to be... and his son would probably hate him for punching a stranger in the face with no warning.... which was the main reason he didn’t want to do that. After all, he didn’t want to receive the look of embarrassment and shame his son would give to him and would hurt the relations between the two... and considering he only had one form of family left in the world, he doesn’t want to lose them at all... either physically or mentally.
  
  Timmothy .Jr just continued wandering about either ahead or behind his taller and far more aggressive father, either looking at the many pieces of tech or store fronts around him, or generally putting his gaze pretty much everywhere he can... a child in a large concrete jungle one could say.
  
  “Wow... that looks amazing... how does that work... oh oh, look at those pastries within that bakery, I’ve never seen them before back in the wastes of West Virginia... oh papa.... look at that man, he has actual ‘Ursus arctos’ ears... just like my mask’s own ears, except real and living!”
  
  “Yeah Yeah... I heard ya the first toime sonny... how about you tone down the excitement and focus on finding directions back thwo Prosperity...”
  
  “Awwwww.... but can’t we just stay here a bit longer, it isn’t everyday you find an actual large and peacefully city back home.”
  
  “And there are still people who need our aid back home........”
  
  But before he could continue on his reasoning, his son turned to face him, the Bear mask staring right back at him as it then tilted to the side a bit... as if either curious or sad, expecting the far older Wahnabe to respond... which through months of traveling the wasteland, .Sr knew it to be his son’s way of doing the ‘puppy dog eyes’ in order to do something his son wants. At the first few seconds, the gaze did nothing to change the face of the hardened Irish boxer... but a few seconds later, he was now struggling to maintain his composure as he didn’t want to upset his son any further, and make him sad, because while it was rather easy to get his son out from his saddened state, especially when tinkering with technology, it was still a sad sight.
  
  Sighing in defeat, he could only respond with:
  “Fine.... but we gotta ask for directins to get around this place better...”
  
  And with that, his son gave a small cheer in victory as seemingly, he had won, the older Irish father could only mumble to himself as his son decided how to find out how to better traverse the foreign city.... well, why not other than ask one of its citizens itself! That seems to be the most easiest thing to do as of the moment, and with that purpose in mind, Timmothy .Jr thought of who to ask in order to achieve this goal. After surveying the surrounding area from his spot... using a hand over his eyes to block out some of the sun reaching his two sight organs, he managed to spot a rather buisnesy looking dude. He even has the classic red tie that he watched in pre-war movies that he has on hand... well, he was sure that it was red.... but eh, movies were in black and white, so difficult to tell.
  
  Still, this man looks like he has a whole lot of information stored inside his hippocampus... so, walking up to the man, with his Father trailing behind just to make sure this... funny looking man tries anything with his son... another strange individual had popped up, this time, a girl with weird red colored hair? Just what is this... some sort of comic book or cartoon that .Sr once tired to read when he was younger but got bored of it rather quickly.... he didn’t even get a chance to respond as his son already began blasting out his thoughts for the whole world to hear (mostly the two in front of them) and saying:
  
  “Wow... I’ve never seen a ‘Homo Sapien’ with that kind of hair before... it is so amazing and something not common back in West Virginia! And you too mister.... you seem buisnessy like... especially with that red tie of yours... where to you work? Is it around here or somewhere else...”
  
  But before his son could continue his bombardment of words, a loud ‘Ahem’ has caught his attention, which made the Bear masked wearing pyromaniac stop, as Timmothy Wahnabe .Sr walked up... the 6’5’ man standing far taller than his 5’7’ son and said:
  
  “Easy there sonny... don’t wanna drown out these honest folk trying to go about their day with your words praise and questions...”
  
  The father had said as he walked up, a neutral yet firm gaze upon his face, as he crossed both of his arms... looking mostly at his son but occasionally looking at the strangers as well, while .Jr realized his mistake and said out loud.
  
  “Oh... sorry about that... all those words coming from me might have overwhelmed you guys. But still, it is not everyday one leaves the boundaries of their land and travel upon another one!”
  
  “Guess so... anyways... both me and my son here are.... a bit ‘lost’ you can say.... never seen this city in our lives... and it’s definitely a sight to behold... but we don’t have any sense of direction in this place... so we were wondering if you have any sense of direction here.”
  
  “Yup, that was my original intention before forgetting about it... oh, almost forgot, the name is Timmothy Wahnabe .Jr, and this is my dad of the same name, except with a .Sr instead of a .Jr at the end of it....”
  
  “What the kid said.....”
  
  As the two had finished adding in their two cents into the sorts awkward conversation they had just created... waiting for the reaction and response of the either two.
  
  Sir Skrubbins Teacup but existent
  

 

[Corrosion]

THE LAST CITY
West Exodus
7 MONTHS AFTER TRANSITION

The Last City. The home of the Guardians, headquarters of the Vanguard, and the final bastion of humanity on Earth. The massive walled city had been built over the course of multiple centuries since the Collapse that brought an end to humanity's centuries-long Golden Age when the Darkness attacked the Solar System. It was built underneath the shadow of the Traveler, the mysterious alien machine that had arrived in the Solar System, and was what propelled humanity into its Golden Age in the first place. It had sacrificed itself to repel the Darkness, but it had been left blind and mute to the world since then.

And for centuries it hung above the City, unmoving and inactive... until it finally awakened after Dominus Ghaul of the Cabal's Red Legion attempted to capture its Light for himself, breaking free of its cage and smiting Ghaul. Its awakening brought a new age to the City, and a new era for humanity. For the next few years the City was left to pick up the pieces from the devastating Red War, while the Traveler continued to heal itself.

More then three years after the Red War, the Darkness finally returned to the Solar System to finish what it had started centuries ago. And as the Black Fleet consumed the planets of Mars, Mercury, Io, and Titan, the Traveler unleashed a massive burst of Light, healing both itself completely and enveloping the entire Solar System in the paracausal energy.

Yet as the light died down, the inhabitants of the Last City found that they were no longer on Earth.

Somehow, either due to the actions of the Traveler or by some freak coincidence, the City had been transported to a whole other planet in a whole other universe, known only as Rapture. There was confusion of course, but eventually it was found that the Last City was not the only one in this new world. There were many others who had similarly arrived through unknown means, and they were hardly the first, and not the last, either.

In the seven months that followed, the City had become more prosperous than ever before. Its inhabitants no longer had to worry about constant threats such as the Fallen right outside the City Walls or major diseases or food shortages, or even being the final remnants of humanity in the universe. There were many other cities and whole civilisations here, and the Last City found that it wasn't so much of a last city any longer, but the name remained so. It formed alliances with other cities and peoples, and soon, trade was flourishing. The Last City found fame with its weapon foundries, and its technology.

But nothing got them so much renown as its Guardians: immortal, paracausal warriors who wielded the Traveler's Light, those brought back to be a defender of humanity. They were some of the greatest warriors on the planet, and in the system as a whole, and they fought threats such as the forces of Darkness that had come with them.

In this they had found their closest alliance with the City of Vale, which was Transitioned to Exodus only a few months prior. Like the Last City, it was a massive, walled city constantly threatened by creatures of Darkness known as the Grimm, and like the Guardians, Vale had elite warriors known as the Huntsmen. Unlike the chosen few that made up the vast majority of the Guardian forces, just about anyone could become a Huntsman as long as they were skilled in combat. Also unlike the Guardians, the Huntsmen could die like any other mortal, though it did take quite a few more bullets to put them down.

Now with so many other threats, some Guardians had found new employment with Beacon Academy of Vale, helping to train its Hunters-in-Training (not to be confused with Guardian Hunter recruits of course).

And so dawned a new day.

CHANCE-28
Vale
West Exodus
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The sun had just risen over the horizon above the City of Vale. Its citizens were just beginning their daily routines, heading off to their workplaces. Banners advertising the 40th Vytal Festival were hung up all over the city. The festival had been put on hold due to the city's sudden Transition, but now that things had settled down, it was planned to resume in the next week. Vale was now more crowded than ever, with travellers from all over Rapture coming to see the battles taking place within the massive floating arena known as Amity Colosseum.

In a rather bustling junction, the traffic lights turned red, allowing a steady influx of pedestrians to cross the street.

Then, without warning, the ground suddenly started to rumble, before the road began to crack. From it multiple large centipede-like Grimm known as Centinels erupted from below, creating a large hole in the ground. And then from it a horde of Grimm burst out of the darkness, a mass of glowing red eyes and claws.

Obviously, there was panic. The civilians scattered in all directions as they ran for their lives. Some were unlucky, killed by the Grimm.

A young girl clutching a teddy bear stood frozen in shock, staring at the people running past her. "Mommy?" She asked, looking for her mother. There was a shadow behind her, and as she turned around, her eyes widened.

Towering over her was a massive Beowolf, staring at her with glowing red eyes through its bone mask. It barred its teeth, and then roared, before lunging. The girl screamed.

But just before it could hit—

"BALLISTIC SLAM! YEEEEAAAAAH!!!"

—an armoured figure crashed down from above, smashing fist-first into the road. The impact cratered the asphalt surface and sent forth a shockwave of electricity that destroyed the Beowolf at the atomic level, completely disintegrating it. Then the figure got to its feet, lightning quick. It drew a four-barrelled auto rifle from its back and pulled the trigger, blasting away two more Beowolves and Ursa with the weapon's erratic spread.

Gun smoking, he turned to the girl. "Go, kid, get out of here!" He said to her, pushing her dropped teddy bear into her hands. "Go now!"

The girl nodded before running into the waiting arms of her mother not too far away. The two embraced, before running for shelter.

Now that she was out of the way, he turned back to the horde of Grimm before him. He was Chance-28, a Guardian of the Titan class. He grinned, loading a new magazine into his Cerberus+1 Exotic auto rifle. "Now then, who's next?"

"Whoever moves first," a southern-accented voice came from his side, and soon, he was joined by Greyson Ryder, a Hunter. He spun his hand cannon Austringer and raised it, his dark grey cloak blowing in the wind.

"Or whichever one of these hideous creatures dares to," another voice joined him, this one a rather stuck-up Received Pronunciation. A Warlock clad in elegant purple robes stepped up next to him, Redrix's Broadsword clasped in her hands. She was Valeria Auash.

Together, the three of them made up Fireteam Martingale.

The two sides stared each other down, before a towering Beringel roared, and the horde charged.

 

[Stricken Steel]

Victor The Cowboy Securitron
{Location: The Mojave Wastes -> Unknown Area?}



There was a strange yet far too peaceful looking robot, His arms swaying from side to side as If he were a human. Trying to find a way back to the Wastes after he finished a small business trip for Mr. House. Suddenly, The dust kicked up around him and the wind picked up. Somehow, His systems were deactivated and he was strangely placed in an Area unknown to him.

{H&H Tools Screen...Online!}
{H&H Tools Arms|Wheel...Online!}
{Pulley|Gear Systems...Online!}
{Memory Booting...}
{Memory Systems...Booted!}
{Loading Personality...Victor The Cowboy.}
{All Weapon Systems...Online!}
{Connection to Lucky 38...Low.}
{Powering on PDQ-88b RobCo Security Model 2060-B Securitron...}
{Powered On!}

Then there it was, The flicker of the Securitron's screen showing a pretty happy cowboy with a cigar hanging out of his mouth. His upper body parts were sticking out of the sand as If he were sitting there for ages. Using his arms to dig himself out of the damp-sand and pull himself up, He first began to roll around on his wheel to release himself of the sand that was stuck on and in his frame.
"Hmm...Did I malfunction? I surely hope not!" Victor said as he headed towards the nearest and most beautiful city he had ever seen, Vale. He headed into the city, As people and similar beings ran past. "Whoa! Watch it there!" He said as his expression turned to a surprised face. Hearing what sounded like a screech and a loud cracking sound, He continued moving forward. He saw a group of three that were fighting some sort of unknown creature.

{Scanning...Scan complete!}
{Lifeforce: Dark?}
{Anotomy: Similiar to hound.}
{Possible Powers: Unknown, Need more data.}
{Weapons: None.}
{Intentions: Hostile.}
{Mission: Exterminate.}

"Seeing ya'll damn..." He paused for a moment as the expression on his screen turned to an angry face. "Things attack this city here, Ya'll gonna get killed! Yeeee-Haaaw!!"

{Opening M-235 Missile Launcher Shutters...Opened!}
{Arming Missiles...Armed!}
{Arming X-25 Gatling Laser by Glastinghouse, Inc...Weapon Operational!}

The shutters on the Securitron's shoulders opened up to reveal a nice beautiful display of 8 Rockets inside each shoulder, With a quick reloading mechanism to reload when needed or on command. He then pointed his left arm forward at the horde of demon-like creature and his metal claw-fingers pointed straight-forward as well. A laser shot out of his metal hand as rockets began to barrage the demons, As he liked to call them, Monsters.

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[Funnier President]

SEPHIROTH

As Sephiroth walked the streets of Hammermore, he stopped an usual amount of fear. Understandable, considering the mass amount of soldiers that were coming their way. Sephiroth also gain a few looks, likely because of how strange the 1st Class SOILDER looked. In a world of simple things like these, he wished he could have kept his blade, but that was at the inn, along with Morro. Well, someone was going to have to fetch him, likely because everyone else in their little group was already at the commander.

As Sephiroth got to the front of the inn, he opened the inns doors. Understandably, there was no one there. They must have already fled to the nearest safe point, if these people even had such a thing. Well, what was important was Morro. And the Masamune.

Sephiroth climbed up the stairs, heading to the room Morro took for himself. As he opened the door, he could see the ghost lying down on the bed, but barely turned his head when Sephiroth came into the room

"Fuck off"

"No, now stop moping. We're moving out."

"Why should I? I can't step a foot out of here with people looking at me weird, screaming I'm a ghost. The thing is, I'm not even fully ghost anymore. Give me one good reason why I should take one step out of this room"

Sephiroth sighed as he looked at the ghost. The thing was, Morro was so insecure about himself, that he allowed it to eat him up. Even though everyone in their group tried, he wasn't sure if they would ever be able to help him.

"Look, people are going to die here if we don't stop them, or help stop them. Even if we don't like it, and Percy probably hates it, its what we have to do. We all have to. And not a single one of us can't help the other if we are going to do what we must."

Morro was silent for a few second after hearing that. Sephiroth wondered what the ghost was thinking. Was he angry? It was disturbing hard to get a read on Morro sometimes.

"Fine I'm coming. But lets head to the wall first, to see where the enemy is"

"Deal. First, who else came through here?

"Gyro. He said something about finding Percy"

Sephiroth nodded. So if Gyro found Percy, then Elsa and Wanda were likely together somewhere- so now they knew somewhat of who was with who

"Good, Now......"

Sephiroth grabbed the Masemune, which was on the side table, it being bigger then the table.

"Let us go."


As Sephiroth and Morro made their way towards the outer walls, people were fleeing the area, running for safety deeper into Hammerlocke. They did attract quite a few weird looks, with Morro being partially see-through, and Sephiroth wilding a blade bigger then himself.

As the got to the outer wall, they got up, and scanned the area. It looked bad. The attackers had a ram, that was getting closer and closer to the fort, along with loud drums and chanting. If they managed to breach the fort, then the place would be pulverized.

"Change of plans. We're going in"

"What the- THATS SUICIDE"

"Ive handled worse- besides, your a ghost with Aerokinesis, and I'm a first class SOILDER. I think we'll be fine"

"Well, fuck. I stilll think this a bad idea"

"Just follow my lead."

Before Morro could even argue, Sephiroth leaped down, right in front of the doors. Morro, sighing followed him down, the ghost taking longer to get down. Sephiroth immediately went into an attack position, Masemune held ready, while Morro summoned his usual Ghost Blades.

"Ill stop the ram, you take on the soldiers around it"

"Fair enough-"

As the enemy draw closer, Sephiroth and Morro were ready to attack..... The current line of defense against the attackers.


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[Lazaro1505]

• A Warmongering Cultist seeking to bring endless war back into the lands of Heathmoor

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• A Warmongering Cultist seeking to bring endless war back into the lands of Heathmoor

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  The Warmonger
  
  Location:
  Heathmoor
  
  Of course... not every battle is without their ‘wild cards’... variables outside of their control that would change the outcome of battles itself, whether it would be leaning towards one side or another.... or hinder both side’s chances of success in combat. Yet, it seemed that luck itself was siding with the Defenders, for it seems to have brought in 6 ‘outsiders’ with them.... 6 unique individuals each with their own set of powers and personalities, all swearing to aid the Commander and his garrison in the coming battle.
  
  Yet, there also seemed to be a ‘true wildcard’, a neutral and unaligned individual deployed onto the field.... an Marine of the distant future known for his solo crusade against the demonic forces that have not only wronged him.... but his people as well, dispatching these beasts with brutality and fury alike, sparing not even a glance of mercy to his ‘world’ equivalent of one. But as of now, this Doom Slayer might as well be an threat to both sides who brought forth his rage... and due to the raging battle, some deadly mistakes were sure to be made in the heat of battle. But time would only tell of the consequences that these mistakes had.
  
  Scene Change
  
  Back within the rear of the fort... words of worry had reached the Commander’s ears. If the enemy was already here.... then they had little time to waste, especially since even a few seconds were worth so much, especially since the enemy held the very advantage with their best fighters situated at the back of the fort when they could be at the front lines defending the walls. The Commander did not show his concerns on the outside however.... he doesn’t want morale to plummet downwards when his nearby troops are here to witness it in full view... well, the last remaining ones who weren’t situated upon the outer wall and slowing down the enemy advance so that the Heroes and reinforcements can arrive. But the large man’s thought process was interrupted by a foreign voice to the conversation, causing the man to turn his helmeted head towards the two standing in front of them.... which to the warriors of an ancient age and time period, the two had work the strangest of cloth and weapons.
  
  ‘Outsiders’ they were called.... due to them not originating the lands of Heathmoor and its territories inside.... but these two weren’t they only ones, there were also four more accompanying them as well. The Commander would never forget that day when he first made contact with one of these ‘Outsiders’ to what he considered was home... and no two individuals within that strange six person group were the same... yet, the Commander was grateful that these ‘Outsiders’ have arrived.
  
  For he had heard tales and stories of what these people can do... from control the very earth itself with mere movement or fire beams of colored light from strange ‘muskets’ that burn through even the strongest armors and soldiers as of it was a mere ant underneath a concentrated piece of glass. And the Commander and luckily made the choice of allowing them to stay if they provided aid to the fort in case Astera and her armies were to invade the fort.... and right now, their aid may be what can give them the tide of victory in defending the fort. With ten elite individuals.... four with the Heroes and and six with the outsiders... unless the enemy force had their own, then victory is surly theirs. Speaking out to the two in his loud and commanding voice, he said
  
  “I have to thank you.... you two, well, six, could have just rejected the proposition I have created in terms for entering my fort... and I wouldn’t have been able to do anything considering I have no right to keep you here against your will... yet, you had made the choice to aid me and my people. As for the rest, I much rather have you go right to the front of the fort right now... for wasting time while the enemy is out there killing our men is something to not be waiting for.”
  
  The commander said, getting into a more casual position as he rested his claymore onto his right shoulder, a sigh of relief coming from his mouth as he continued with:
  
  “The enemy would be striking in two places... attacking from the front with their ram to break down the outer gate as well as on the walls itself... we may not be able to stop all the damage done and the lives lost from their assault.... but we will make sure that those warmongering dogs lose some of their own men and resources for attempting to siege this fort. But their goal as before within other forts... is to kill the Commanders such as me residing inside, for we are the very glue holding the army together... and without us, the fort will lose an important high ranking leader.... and none else are fit to lead here, especially in such little time to prepare for another assault in case we manage to drive them back. So... soldiers, we must rally together and limit their damage of the outer and inner walls... and if left with no choice, defend the very back of the fort and me as well! Don’t think of my action to stay here as a sign of weakness... I truly know my value within this battle, and the enemy knows as well.”
  
  “Now, what are you waiting forth soldiers and give them hell!”
  
  The commander had finished saying, the soldiers not needing more to be said, as they proceeded to charge forth, planning on reaching the frontlines as soon as possible, while the four Heroes stayed a few seconds behind, just to continue their conversation.
  
  “You have heard the Commander.... come on ‘Heroes’, let us hurry our pace and reach the frontlines... our skill will be needed very soon.”
  
  “How about we just focus on running instead of talking Centurion... tin can over here already gave us the orders to move... we don’t need to hear it more than once.”
  
  “I was merely st-“
  
  “Valkyrie.... Cenutrion... we are already wasting time as it is... this useless bickering would only hinder our progress even more...”
  
  “What Warden says is true... we must focus on moving instead of talking....”
  
  “Blah.... I was just merely saying we needed to run faster instead of talking...”
  
  The four individuals conversed to theirselves, before quieting up and continuing their sprint towards the frontlines in order to provide their aid to the common infantry and garrison guarding the fort. Of course, even sprinting at fast speeds.... it will take a minute or two for the four and the others to arrive to the front... which may give the Cultists enough time to gain the upper hand for the first part of the battle. The Commander merely watched the four and common infantry head off... before turning his head towards the two once again and saying.
  
  “If you wish to join the frontlines as well... then I suggest you must hurry right now... not much can be done standing about in the back of the fort...”
  
  The Commander had stated the obvious, but it was for a good reason. The more soldiers and elite warriors to hold back the enemy lines, the more casualties and lesser morale the enemy force would receive and the quicker enemy retreat or defeat would arrive. Yet, elsewhere.... another playing card had been played... and it would certainly have a grave impact upon the battle at hand.
  
  Scene change
  
  Meanwhile.... back at the front of the fort, a bloody and brutal was being fought on not only the grounds in front of the fort, but the soldiers pushing the rampart upon the very walls of the fort... focusing on attacking from inside and weaken the amount of arrows being pelted from the defending archers and capture the outer wall from the inside. Soldiers were fighting with limb, steel, and wits as a flurry of orange and blue fought in the front of the ram, the soldiers hidden underneath the protective wood and metal pushing the ram forward, caring not for the battle ahead and focused instead to get the ram to the front. But it appears that the Order of Horkos was currently winning the small battle at the front, with their more higher quality armor and savagery... having little mercy for the soldier in front of them, as one of the soldiers clad in blue was trading blows with a spear and shield Horkos footman, the blows mostly being blocked by the larger shield the spearman had, and the blue swordsman having to focus on completely offense as not to have his opponent get an opening to strike with his spear.
  
  But this soldier never had a chance, as an enemy sword and shield wielder had approached from behind, and before the blue swordsman knew it... top half of a blade was piercing through his upper chest, cutting through his lungs as the unfortunate victim was left grasping for air, before the spearmen ended his pitiful attempt by stabbing his spear into the forehead of the now dead soldier... as the two soldiers then pushed the dead defender of their respective weapons, leaving the corpse of their fellow species on the floor... focusing on the battle ahead. And their attention, along with many others who had also finished their opponents with the same type of brutality looked at the two strange figures who leaped down from the walls and stood in the path of the ram... as one of the soldiers then yelled out to his brother in arms:
  
  “The Defenders have ‘Outsiders’ aiding them... soldiers, be wary of what they have at their disposal and tell commander Syntriobos of this...!”
  
  As the soldiers then raised their shields and raised their swords and spears in anticipation after word was given, while near the back, a duo of swordsmen had nodded, before running back, focused upon giving warning to their commander and prepare them for what may lie ahead. The soldiers at the frontlines however... merely maintained their distance, focusing more on protecting the ram and counterattacking than doing the first strike... unsure of what their enemies have in hand, but pushing through these line of soldiers, were two knights, far taller and more equipped than the common infantry behind them:
  
  
  
  Wearing armor of simulator design to the other, there soldiers were also Wardens... but instead of fighting for the side of the Chimera Alliance and innocents... they are instead, enforces of Astrera’s armies... low ranking Heroes that may not have the same skill or experience as older and more experienced heroes... but still a individual worthy of being called a ‘Hero’. These two soldiers were approaching side by side.... their blades raised into the air pointing directly towards them, ready to be brought down upon the two ‘Outsiders’ that dare stand on their path of victory. Without any warning... one of them had grabbed a small spherical like object from his belt, and had thrown it towards the two, while the other had began charging forward, the second one soon joining him.
  
  The small object had landed in the between the white haired soldier and ghostly individual... and it seemed that... there was a small fuse that was sparking. If their reaction to it wasn’t quick enough... then they surly would have an less than ideal experience ahead of them, as the device exploded into a bright flashing light, small amount of smoke being the end result as it would have both affected the vision of the two nearby as well as seemingly (temporarily) sapped their stamina from them.... and while they can still block and parry, their fighting capability would have been hindered if they were caught in that ‘harmless’ blast. It was then that the two Heroes were on the offensive, as one jumped toward in a burst of energy, attempting to bring his blade downwards onto the white haired swordsman... while the other attempted a reckless swing from the right side towards the ghost, unsure if he could even land a hit on this ghostly foe... as the battle truly begun.
  
  Scene change
  For the Doom Slayer who was rapidly approaching the fort... from where the man was standing, he could see a few things if his eyes were perceptive enough to notice. The most notable being oranges armored soldiers with horns like extensions coming from the top of their helmets surrounding a ram at the front of the gate... seemingly to protect it, as well as the initial brutality they held against the blue armored and normal looking footmen, with blood and missing limbs thrown into the floor, as well as corpses lining the ground, majority of which were the defenders but some lucky few had managed to take down a couple of orange armored soldiers before meeting their demise.
  
  Two important details were at the very front of the gate, where a small brawl between four individuals had commenced, which were between similarly armored and far taller soldiers than the ones standing behind, but the most interesting of which were the ones they were fighting.... clearly, they did not fit within a medieval setting... perhaps they were in the same situation as the Doom Slayer himself. At another place, was upon the walls itself... fighting still occurring even when at the very defense of the fort, blue and orange fighting at the top to see who gains control of the outer walls, but nearby, to the right, was a large wooden like tower with wheels, which seemed to have ladders going up and onto the walls, a siege device one could say. A few common and featureless orange wearing soldiers were coming up these ladders... perhaps this was a way to enter the fort....
  
  Funnier President Develius
  

 

[Funnier President]

Morro

As Morro leapt down from the wall, he look a moment to examine the enemy, who were clearly the superior force in this fight. The blue solider were clearly inexperienced, but they managed to held their own somewhat. Well, they would need a lot more force behind this, and as he and Sephiroth got ready to fight, some kind of.... GRENADE??

Immideatly he summoned wind and blew it out of the way, extinguishing the fuse. That was close, and since when did this barbarians have grenades?? Looking forward, he spotted two soldiers, one charging towards Sephiroth, the other going towards him. Holding a ghost Blade in defense, he started to fight against the warrior, his attacks swift and strong.

Morro knew he had to finish this fight fast, otherwise the ram would breach the fort. But why was he even fighting? Sephiroths words rang through him again... about honor and whatnot. Well, Morro knew that those things mattered, he just... well, he struggled with it. Even as a kind, he questioned those things. Well, this wasn't the time to dwell on these things.

Winds started to swirl around Morro as he kept fighting, and he held out on of his hands, and a burst of wind pushed the solider backwards. Morro didn't care about what would happen then, he had to get to the ram.

Morro started to spin around, activating Airjitzu as he zoomed into the sky, before turning it off and looking down at the battle below. He spotted a familiar horse entering the Fray. So Gyro was here now....

Looking towards the Ram, he quickly flew down there, to see what he could do about it. Landing onto of it, he nearly feel of, but quickly caught himself.

"Well...... what to do about this.........."

Sephiroth

As Sephiroth looked out at the battle, he quickly noted most of the things happening. The worst part? They were losing. In front of them were two warriors, clearly more experienced then the rest of them, with better armor. Sephiroth personally didn't care for armor, but is wasn't the time for this as one of the warriors suddenly threw what appeared to be a grenade at them.

Luckily, Morro had the presence of mind to blow the grenade away, whipping out the fuse. Sephiroth didn't have time to congratulate Morro on this however, as the one the warriors swiftly engaged him.

As the warrior sent a downward strike at him, Sephiroth easily blocked the attack. Even if Masamune was thinner then the sword the warrior used, Sephiroth was still stronger, and had special training.

As Sephiroth and the unnamed Warrior fought, Sephiroth easily had the upper hand, switching his blade in hand as he kept fighting, which seemed to confuse the warrior. Just as Sephiroth was about to land the final blow, a familiar green steel ball, Spinning with power, it smacked into the warrior, and it returned to the familiar cowboy.

"Hey Sephy! Whatcha doing?"

"Wheres Percy, Wanda, and Elsa?"

"Percy is on the wall, protecting it from the ladder things. Elsa be with him, and Wanda I assume is with em soon"

"Good. Now run of and smack more people with your balls, I will show these fools the power of the Masamune"

"Gotcha! Nyo-ho!"

And with that, Gyro sped off on his horse, Valkyrie. Sephiroth noted that Gyro was keeping his distance from the soldiers as he sent his steel balls. It made sense, because while the balls were powerful, They wouldnt be much help if Gyro could charge them up with "spin". Shaking his Head, Sephiroth turned back to the battlefield, and Morro was on top of the ram.

With a light smirk, Sephiroth calmly walked towards the ram, dispatching any soldiers that dares to attack him.

Percy

As Percy stood before the commander, he was walting for- well, he guessed orders. it was still surreal to him, that he was in a medieval time-zone place. The city was pretty damn impressive also, but the best part? He wasn't the one in charge. Percy would be the leader when he was needed, like in the Battle of New York, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

As the captain thanked them for agreeing to his terms, Percy said a thanks you, while Gyro was silently listening. That was a bit weird for the flamboyant Cowboy, but Percy didn't linger on those thoughts as the Commander told them of the enemies plan.

So they were attacking the main wall to get it down, and the Commander was the most important one- Percy could see that, as the commander seemed to be the spirit of the Fort. If the commander felt that they were all going to to die, most of the soldiers would feel like they were going to die.

Well, Percy was ready. he had Riptide, which..... fuctioned weirdly in this world, Celestial Bronze could only hurt monsters, but it seemed that the "monsters" were essentially anyone from a different world. Percy was graceful for this however, because the sword would have been useless if it followed the normal laws of his world.

As they stayed a little longer, the other "heroes" seemed to resume an argument- they kind of reminded him of how the Ares cabin would act at times. After they had finished their squabbling, the commander turned to them, and told them to go. Grinning, Gyro ran of towards his Horse, but Percy stopped him.

"Just give me a damn ride-"

"Fine, fine. Would it kill ya to walk?"

"Would it kill you to let me ride?"

Gyro just gave a smirk at that as Percy climbed onto Valkyrie behind him. As Gyro let out his signature Nyo-Ho! Valkyrie started to take them towards the walls-

As they got there, Percy spotted Orange soldiers at the outer wall. However, he also spotted two familiar people- Elsa and Wanda! The two were holding of the soldiers trying to breach the fort with ladders. with there ice and Red magic. Jumping of of Valkyrie, Percy soon got to the walls, uncapped Riptide, and started to help them.

"Where have you guys been?"

"Helping with evacuations, and getting the people to safety. I think that's more important then stabbing others in the gut"

"Touche"

"Well, hello Percy. mind helping Elsa over here while I go down to the battle field? I think I would be more help down there."

Nodding to Wanda, Percy turned back to the battle- blue soldiers were starting to be overwhelmed, and Percy jumped into the fray. He tried not the kill anyone, and merely whacked them over the head, or pushed them of the wall. He was also using water from nearby buckets, making the floor slippery for the soldiers. He felt cold blasts of ice from Elsa, protecting them. She tried not to hit the blue soldiers, but she did accident hit one or two, freezing them.

Wanda

As Percy nodded at her, she finished of another solider, sending him flying of as she flew down to the ground, and started to attack the closest solider with red blasts, and more Psonic powers. She steadily made her way towards the ram, which Sephiroth was also getting close to.

She didn't exactly have a plan, just to try and protect the others. Gyro was successfully keeping the soldiers away from him, like a game of keep-away. There were several calls of "Witch! They have a Witch!" Those only made her sigh- in this time, well time people with powers like her were considered witches, something she had learned to ignore.


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All of the outsider defenders wildcards are in play, two defending, four attacking. However, how will the other wildcards, especially the one known as the Doom Slayer, affect this battle? Only time will tell.......

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Interactions: Lazaro1505 Develius​

 

[Dylan.thomas7]

Deishuu Kaiki
Location: Axel, inside a nearby building | Interactions: Random Citizens | Status: Healthy, no injuries | Equipment: Mobile Phone, Notebook & Pen.
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Kaiki's legs were crossed as he sat down on a empty table within a small café in the outskirts of Kyoto, having just ordered some hot coffee and a cheap meal to quench his afternoon hunger. It would be safe to say that, as he sat there calmly sketching and writing into his notebook waiting for his order to arrive at his table, there were currently 3 or 4 swindles happening simultaneity and all planned to end relatively at similar times - well 3 or 4 swindles simultaneity would be a little hyperbolic on Kaiki's behalf however not a lie, as every human overestimates or twist the truth to look more impressive than it realistic is. Just like clockwork, however such a saying would never come out of Kaiki's mouth as he knew clocks could fail, he knew time was changed and turned back all the time which made following them a lie, time is also irreplaceable and he hated irreplaceable things, Kaiki's coffee and meal arrived at his table and as he closed his notebook to eat, his phone rang.

"Hello, this is Kaiki Deishuu."

"About my daughter..."

The conversation ended before his coffee turned warm and his food turned cold, he carried on as if nothing just happened and began to dig his knife and fork into his meal while occasionally taking sips from his still hot cup of coffee. The person on the other end of the line was the distressed father of a young high school girl whom is currently asleep indefinitely following the events of a son of a rich family who bought a strange cupid arrow from Kaiki for 20,000 yen earlier that day, both families agreed to keep it a secret and contact the seller as they believe it to be a curse caused by the boy's minor mishaps. The Father's estate was situated a few blocks away from the school both the son and daughter attended in Kyoto, Kaiki finished his meal and coffee at his own pace with no rush and stepped outside the café and called a taxi, the cost of which was nothing due to the Father's agreement to pay all expenses once he arrived.

In the taxi, he sat down and stayed quite while writing inside his notebook for the majority of the short trip from the outskirts of Kyoto to the central city, the only times when he spoke was to address the driver's meaningless questions in an attempt to get a conversation started, such as "Are you new to Kyoto?", "Having a good time in here?", "What are you writing there?" amongst others which Kaiki never responded to with a direct answer and more or less lied to get out of casual chitchat. Once the taxi arrived outside the Father's house, he got out and paid the driver substantially less that he requested however after a short conversation later he was gaslighted into believing he counted wrong and the price he requested early was much lower than the one proposed now, the driver then drove off with no more arguments. Once he arrived outside the door he knocked twice and waited for the daughter's father to open the door and allow him inside, after a few moments the door opened and the father allowed him in and while removing his shoes he was met by great gratitude and 250,000 yen, containing the conned money of the worried father who's paying for her daughter to get cured and also the money conned off the son's pitiful parents who paid Kaiki to keep everything a secret.

It didn't take long and nor did Kaiki plan on it being so, he left the father in the living room of the house while he entered the room of the sleeping daughter, he then walked towards and grabbed the tranquilizer-laced heart-shaped arrow, ironically left with her because the boy couldn't handle the weight of his burden, before walking out without acknowledging anything about sleeping girl but her cut hand. He walked towards the father and said "She'll be awake by tomorrow." and then headed towards the front door, he put his shoes back on and stood outside facing the girl's father in the door way.

"Tomita-san, fears keep us away from danger however the fuelling of superstition helps nobody but superstition." he said walking away, leaving the father confused, after receiving the expense costs, which covered the meal & coffee, the taxi there and here, and finally the price of a hotel. Today's 'adventure' made him worn out and tired and so, he headed towards the closet hotel he could find and to take some rest for next tiring day ahead, booking a room for two nights and entering his room to get undressed and get some sleep, however it's not like he couldn't stay awake because for a conman work doesn't fit within the regular limits of everyday work but the time off is a welcomed leisure.

He awoke. He awoke outside his bed. He awoke to find himself laying down next a dirt and stone road connected to some sort of old styled village while wearing his usual attire, closer inspection from a more awake Kaiki would show that there's more to what it seems. Was he dragged to some isolationist village? Was he transported back in time? Did he dimension hop? Is this a dream? Say this was a dream after all, the most logically conclusion, who's to say the world he was in wasn't just a lie and this is a truth? maybe they're both lies? Questions lingered for awhile until he dismissed all of them and decided to be proactive by asking the locals, his phone unable to get signal suggesting any help was off the table. Anyone else in the same predicament would definably spot a sinister man who looked out of place approach the near by houses, bars and shops for answers and was free to follow him. He spent his time asking the locals and citizens of this town numerous questions, such as "Does this place have a name?", "What year would it be?", "What country is this city apart of?", "What currency do you use?", always introducing himself as "Kaiki Deishuu, 'Kai' as in a mound of clamshells. 'Ki', as in a dead tree." and if someone was too ask questions about him or his out of place outfit he'd tell them that he's "no more than a out of town wizard", because in the reality this was just a medieval village in the past or some isolationist village, they'd respect or fear him and any demonstrations he's asked to-do can be solved by simple child level magic tricks, and if this world appear to be some new dimension with witchcraft then he'd fit in without any trouble.

[Open for Interaction]

Corrosion (NPCs - Citizens)​

 

[Develius]

Location: Heathmore Battlefield
Interactions: Lazaro1505 , Funnier President

Spoiler: Hellmore

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The Slayer descended onto the battlefield, quickly eying his surroundings regarding the current status of the battle. For the moment, his presence was largely ignored - save for a few very confused glances - by the approaching invaders that donned orange-coated armor and horned helmets. Yet those that would dare strike him - whether they donned orange or blue skin - would immediately be cut down by his doom-blades in quick succession. For those who struck him- regardless of where they stood - would face doomed damnation. Meanwhile, those who guarded the fort donned blue-colored armor and were largely normal for knights of their ranks. Still, it was clear that the defenders were on the losing end - especially with the invaders utilizing siege rams in an attempt to breakthrough the fortress walls.

But as he focused farther onto the fort, he then noticed something out of place. Not too far from where he stood, he noted four individuals that stood out from the chaos. They were deep in the frontlines, defending the fort as the utilized their own unique abilities to keep the opposing forces at bay. It was blatantly clear that they were not naturally part of the world themselves - perhaps they were also lost travelers planted here against their will? Still, the Slayer would have to keep a careful eye on them.

In the meantime however, the Slayer's immediate attention was placed upon the siege tower that just deployed by the fortress walls. This was bad news for the defenders, as the invaders were crawling up to reach the top, however good news if the Slayer wanted to get into the fort. This will be his primary objective. Staving off his advance towards the castle walls, the armored marine made a running dash towards the wooden tower.

 

[2Bornot2B]

Location: Vale
Thus the war was won. The Empire stands above all. The victory wasn't easy as it was really only the Empire against the whole world in a world war. The Argent, despite her actions, actually doesn't like war. War was a monumental waste of human resources, natural resources and only goes to show how unstable humans are as a species as they could turn on each other with conflicting policies at the drop of a hat. All was quiet on the Western Front. The birds were chirping, the weather was clear and you might even call it beautiful if you ignored the body parts strewn around the battlefield like lost toys. The Sub-machine Gun that served Tanya so faithfully, SIG MKMS, laid against the cold broken Sherman that Tanya rested her head on. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. Something wasn't right and Tanya knew it.

It was sudden. The reality she knew was gone with a blink. The beaten up warzone was gone and in its place was a city which was equally as peaceful as Tanya's resting place. However, we both know that Being X wouldn't be so kind to our Argent protagonist and as soon as she gathered her bearings a hole opened up in the ground. It appears Being X had summoned Tanya to another world. Tanya could do nothing but think of those Neets back at japan who read Isekai Manga like their lives depended on it but now it was time to deal with these monstrous threats. Being X must've summoned her here to test her mettle and Tanya would not be the one to disappoint.

A fresh magazine was loaded into her trusty SMG. The bolt racked smoothly as it has done so before a thousand times. She did not escape the warzone. In fact if anything it was all the same to her. Taking flight The Argent broke the sound barrier immediately with a resounding crack of the air. A few groups have already started hacking away at the monsters but their efforts were meager.

Tanya begins to quickly chant her optical spell which locks onto targets in the area with her eyes going from a cold blue to a bright gold.

"A barrage of Artillery should make short work of these beasts..."
Tanya mutters to herself as she begins to charge up her submachine gun and after a brief delay a large area of Grim was completely decimated in a few quick consecutive blasts with limbs and debris flying everywhere.

Tanya then turned to another group of people who were near some Grim and swiftly locked on. This time instead of indiscriminately blowing them up she decided to switch to her homing spell which allowed her bullets to change trajectories mid air. The Grim were dispatched swiftly near Adachi.
Sir Skrubbins Corrosion @ anyone else in Vale and near Adachi
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[Teacup but existent]

Sophia, City of Vale
"Homo sapien?"

She inquired, eyes widening a tad. Distracted from the very muddled human, Adachi, she would look past him, to find a bear-masked boy and an awfully formal seeming man. Both would beat the AI if this had been a competition in height, but alas, it isn't. Either way, she didn't seem intimidated by these folk towering over her in the slightest, rather she seemed very jovial to find more humans. Well, she's sure the boy with the bear mask was a human. He sounded like one.

Back to why Sophia gained a bit of shock... she had to wonder, did she really seem human-esque? Other than her hair obviously, she was aware that at the least, it wasn't a very common hairstyle. Looking down at herself, she let out a small:

"Ooooohhh..."

Perhaps she did resemble a human somewhat. Her eyes no longer widened, and a grin forming from ear to ear, she figured she looked more approachable as a human! So, her left arm out and waving to the two strangers, she'd reply:

"I am not a homosapien. I am an AI. Artificial Intelligence. But, I am still humanity's companion, so I am willing to assist with whatever you may desire! If you'd like, I can even show you my source code."

Though, as they explained what they came up to her and Adachi for (moreso Tohru than Sophia), she blinked a few times... before shaking her head.

"I have never seen this city either... at least, I cannot recall if I have. So I have absolutely no idea where I am going. I can assist with anything you desire still, just not that. It is still very nice to meet you, Timmothy Wahnabe Sr. and Timmothy Wahnabe Jr., I hope I get to assist you very much, along with this man."

The companion of humanity shook her head, pointing to Adachi when she said "this man".



Rumble. Rumble, rumble, rumble.

As the road began to shift, Sophia quickly whipped her head around, trying to find the source of the movement. The Centinels coming out, Sophia's brows furrowed. Judging by the screams and the folk running... there's danger bound! While the inhabitants may not seem human, she still must protect those in front of her! Also known as Timmothy Wahnabe Sr. and Jr., and Tohru Adachi.

So, a burst of blue flames engulfed her, before she took on a somewhat different appearance.

She now had black gloves with blue fingertips, the pair of seven hearts each (the ones making up her hair) had now merged into fourteen altogether, coming from the tip of her hood. Sophia's bangs stuck out from the front of her hood somewhat, as she now had on a black screen-like mask over the facial features visible, along with blue outlines of circles representing her eyes. Her boots now reached up to her thighs, as there were now four blocks surrounding her, each block black in color with white patterns engraved in them. She wielded her dual yo-yos, both quite large in size. They were white with black centers, and those dark centers had blue spheres around its edges.





Looking to the trio she had been grouped with, she simply nodded, her chipper voice sounding out:

"Stay with me. I'll protect you, humans."

Hearing the recoil from the other folk dealing with the Grimm, Sophia readied herself as other Grimm had reached out to them. But, missiles. As they whooshed past the group and at the shadow-like creatures, Sophia whipped her head to gaze at the results of the weaponry, then prepared herself for more incoming Grimm.

Coming behind her. Two of the Centinels that had come out of the ground. Hearing their skittering across the ground, Sophia nodded to herself. She was going to keep these humans safe. And that was a promise. A mental one, perhaps, but a promise nonetheless.



She whipped around, her yo-yos extending by their thin, black and tough-to-break strings. They'd ward off the Centinels (and show the humans her capabilities, AKA sort of showing off, but they don't need to know that), before Pithos (the four blocks) came forward, firing a beam of light and dispatching the two centipede-like enemies. She'd put a hand over her eyes to keep the rising ball of plasma from disturbing her view, making sure those very Grimm were down.





"I told you I can protect you."

She stated, despite no one having contradicted her statement prior. Either way, she'd continue to attack the up and coming Grimm, doing her best to protect the trio she had been grouped with.

Corrosion 2Bornot2B Stricken Steel Lazaro1505 Sir Skrubbins

 

[Sir Skrubbins]

Tohru Adachi
Interactions:
Sophia ( Teacup but existent )
Timothy Wahnabe Sr. & Jr. ( Lazaro1505 )
Fireteam Martingale ( Corrosion )
Victor ( Stricken Steel )
Tanya von Degurechaff ( 2Bornot2B )

Status: In Combat
Condition: Unharmed
Location: City of Vale

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Adachi let out a loud, messy yawn as he plodded his way down the street.

He had almost forgotten why he usually tried to avoid the main shopping district in Inaba during the day. Between the incessant noise, annoying pedestrians and generally uncomfortable atmosphere, it was way too much of a hassle just to get where you wanted to go without some asshole getting in the way. At least in Junes, they had an idea of where they were going - the grocery section, housewares, whatever.

Here, though, it looked like every dumbass and their mother was out for a stroll - and standing at 5'9, there's always a few who make it difficult to look for clues over the top of everyone else's heads.

One thing that caught Adachi's attention, though, was the banners and posters sprawled out everywhere, each advertising the same thing. The 40th Vytal Festival, huh? If it was some big event, that would definitely explain why it seemed like everyone had some kind of business here. Something about it didn't quite sit well with Adachi, though. It all felt a little too familiar.

Yeah, the P-1 Climax. Jumping into that TV and ending up in that damn classroom, with those posters everywhere. If this "Vytal Festival" was what he thought it was, then this had officially become the most boring interdimensional journey he'd undertaken. Come on, really? You seriously can't think of anything original, so you have to rope me into another damn fighting tournament again? And here I thought this might be interesting. What a waste of energy...

Still, Adachi reasoned, he should probably read what it says. If he showed up, at these events they usually yammer on about the history of the city, or their proud institutions and all that other boring bullshit that Adachi usually slept through - in a situation like this, though, it could be reasonably useful information. Better to start somewhere than stay nowhere.

Pushing his way past an ocean of bystanders, Adachi crossed the street to the less crowded side, intending to read one of the posters on a bulletin board he noticed. Suddenly, he heard heavy footsteps, in rapid succession - like someone was running just behind him.

Raising a curious eyebrow, he slowed down and turned his head towards the source of the noise - and saw they were running right for him! Adachi stopped himself as quickly as he could, as the idiot kid deliberately screeched to a halt directly at his feet! He really had to bite his tongue not to curse the little brat out before she even opened her damn mouth. Who the hell does that, even a kid?


"Greetings. I am Sophia, humanity's companion. Are you in need of assistance?" The kid kindly asked, tilting her head and giving him a friendly little wave.

"Gah - ! Hey, dumbass, would you watch where you're going?! I almost walked right over you! Yeesh, is this the same way you greet every poor moron who stumbles into this place?!" Adachi fumed... before taking a moment to breathe. He sighed out his frustrations and allowed an apologetic look to appear on his face. After all... she did just offer to help. And at this point, she sounded like she knew at least a little more than he did. Probably best not to antagonise her right away.

"Tch.. sorry. There's just a lot going on. You could say I'm, uh..." Adachi pondered how he would explain his situation to her. Though it was a total pain last time, telling the truth, no matter how outlandish, was what let him finally get convicted. Then again, who the hell would believe the story of 'I was in jail, just woke up here, and I honestly just want to head back'?

"Well... I could tell you what's wrong. It's just that you wouldn't believe me. So why bother, right? It would just be a waste of both of our time! Haha..."

... Adachi groaned. This wasn't going to get him anywhere, and this stupid conversation was awkward enough. He might as well just suck it up and spill it.

"... I went to sleep in my cell, and when I woke up, I was laying down in one of those back alleys over there. I've never been to or even seen this city before, and right now, I really couldn't care less about going on another "adventure". I'm just trying to look around for anything that might tell me where I am, so I can head back," Adachi explained. "If that sounds at all like something you can lend a hand in, then, by all means, but if not, then I'm gonna carry on investigating myself, so don't strain yourself."

Adachi shrugged. He certainly wasn't planning on looking after someone's kid, but hey. Maybe this is how they do things around here. If her ponytails were anything to go by, she was anything but your usual girl. Not off to the best of starts with her, but it doesn't really matter what she thinks of him long-term anyway.

Just as he thought he was going to actually get somewhere... two total freakshows came out of the blue, approaching them. Apparently, Adachi was just a natural magnet for the weirdest people alive. A meatbag dressed like some kind of tap-dancer was one thing, but at his side was this other asshat, armed from head to toe and wearing some kind of ripped-up teddy-bear costume. Why the hell would you wear something like that? You don't even look good, and it's just gonna make you sweaty and uncomfortable. Well, thought Adachi, At least I'm not the one who looks stupid here.

"...Uh, alright? What are you even... ah, whatever," Adachi shrugged, furrowing his brow when the one in the costume started rambling about Sophia's hair and West Virginia and his tie and whatever the hell else he was trying to say.

Adachi's expression grew less sour once the meatbag stepped in and explained his situation, and the one in the costume introduced them both. The Wahnabes, father and son. Guess someone must've been dropped a few times. At least listening to them wasn't a total waste of time, though - he learned that they were in the same boat as him. So, Adachi wasn't the only target. Though he doubted these people had much to offer in terms of using their brain to figure things out... beggars can't be choosers.

"Yeah... don't sweat it," Adachi began. "I'm Tohru Adachi, and this kid is Sophia. Lovely, now we all know each other's names," he continued, motioning over to Sophia and offering a slight shrug in their direction.

"Well, Wahnabes, it looks like you're in the same boat as me. A sense of direction is something I can't offer you two, but that's what Sophia and I over here are trying to get a hold of." Adachi paused for a moment, sluggishly scratching his neck. "Look, no offence to either of you, but I'm not here to babysit. If you wanna help figure this out, then I'm not gonna stop you. If you'd rather go get wasted at a bar here or something, then that's on you, but I seriously am not here to socialise. This is probably gonna be a real pain, so I don't blame you if you jet."

"Whew... alright, now that that's out of the way..." Adachi finished, adjusting his tie. He was about to ask Sophia to take it away, and then they could finally get started. Of course, though...

...the floor grumbled.

And before he knew it, it burst open, and the stuff of nightmares came with it. Big-ass centipede things, white and black, crashed the party, and then brought more of its friends along from the huge hole they'd just made. They looked kind of like Shadows, but that couldn't be right. Those brats stopped the whole thing he tried with merging worlds years ago. And not only did he feel like he couldn't control these things, he also had a strong feeling they'd definitely rip his ass to shreds if they got a chance.

His first thoughts?

What a pain in the ass...

This just confirmed everything he hoped wouldn't happen was going to happen. This really wasn't going to be simple. And the worst part - there didn't seem like any obvious escape. There must be hundreds here. If they tried to move an inch, they'd be chewed up, no question.

And standing here, helpless, really pissed him off.

Right in front of him, too, it looked like a little girl was about to meet a pretty gruesome end to a really big version of the rest of those monsters. Just before it pasteurised her, however —

"BALLISTIC SLAM! YEEEEEEEAHHH!"

—an armoured figure crashed down from above, smashing fist-first into the road. The impact cratered the asphalt surface and utterly disintegrated the monster in an admittedly impressive display. Hurriedly sending the girl to safety, he joined up with the other two other members of his posse to fight off the hundreds of other monsters over here.

Are these guys serious?! Adachi thought, mentally screaming at the three. They're gonna fight them all off by themselves? They're just gonna get themselves killed! Then, they'll rip the rest of us apart, because they'll all be over here!

Adachi would have thought the smartest thing for them all to do was run. But that wasn't an option - there was nowhere to run. If Adachi died here, out of prison, then everything he'd changed himself to do would have been for diddly-squat. He'd have gone missing, avoided his punishment, and totally broken the rules he'd set for himself - and if they found him dead, the dumbass detectives in charge might even think this means something new for the case, and re-open it.

That couldn't happen. It wouldn't happen. The notion of it happening really pissed him off. And he couldn't do shit. Not at the end. Not like this - when it was all finally almost over. All of these thoughts, rushing together... kind of gave Adachi a headache...

"GOUGH...!"

I AM THOU... THOU ART I.
​

Adachi tightly clutched his head with both hands, reeling back and writhing in pain. A bright light began to emanate from him, black-and-red flames dancing chaotically around his body.

ONCE AGAIN, THE TIME HAS COME.
​

Stepping out from the flames, Adachi could finally be seen again. He had a wild grin on his face - a radically different side of him than what he'd shown the people he just met so far. Moving forth, approaching the danger head-on, Adachi pulled his hand out of his suit pocket, revealing a dancing, mystical Arcana card that floated in his hand.

"Haha... it's been a while, huh?"

OPEN THINE EYES, AND CALL FORTH YOUR HOLLOW SELF.

ONE WHO SHINES IN UNIMAGINABLE DARKNESS... OPEN THINE EYES, AND CALL FORTH WHAT IS WITHIN!
​

"Fine, fine... you guys better be watching." Adachi sang, his smile deranged and wide. Adjusting his tie with his other hand and loosening his shoulders, he lunged forth and gave the mighty cry to once more call his old guardian.

"MANGLE THEM! MAGATSU-IZANAGI!"


​

Adachi crushed the Arcana card into a thousand pieces, and his Persona once more came forth to protect him. The mindless beasts charged them... but it'd do them no good. Casting Megidola, the centre of their mighty stampede was utterly eviscerated, consumed by an almighty magical explosion that rocked the very city to its core.

He wasn't done yet - now in close range, Adachi would use his Persona to take care of the rest of them. Effortlessly skewering a Grimm that got too close to Magatsu-Izanagi with its naginata, it brutally threw the monster back to the ground, cratering the pavement, and ripping it to shreds with an awesomely powerful stomp and claw attack. Now, more came to attack it simultaneously.

"CROSS... SLASH!
​

Seeking to dispatch the threat to his Persona, now in the middle of the heat, Adachi cast Cross Slash. Striking a Grimm from one side, the atmosphere was almost ripped open, a horizontal slash apparent through it - and the Grimm in its path were paralysed.

Magatsu-Izanagi then appeared above the Grimm it just attacked and came crashing down on it once more with its naginata, causing a second, vertical slash to become apparent in the atmosphere. The Grimm attacked directly was totally atomised in a glorious electrical explosion, along with the many other Grimm caught in the rip being fried by a marvellous shockwave that pulsated through the city itself - managing to blow back some of the Grimm lucky enough to escape it like bowling pins, sending them crashing into each other.

Slightly out-of-breath from going from zero to one hundred in a second, Adachi called his Persona back to him to avoid overextending, and cast Heat Riser. His body shimmered illustriously, as he could feel the familiar benefits of the skill rush back to him - he felt stronger, more resilient, more focused and more agile.

While he cooked up another attack, it seemed the others were hiding some skills of their own, too. Sophia, to his surprise, stepped up and dispatched a great number of the monsters with her new form - firing beams of light and whacking them with the mighty weapon that was a yo-yo. The three people who thought they could take them on by themselves seemed to be holding their own well, too.

Reinforcements had arrived, with some weird-looking robot rolling up, firing a decidedly effective salvo of lasers and rockets, and some other kid in a soldier's uniform rained death from above, casting some kind of deadly artillery spell that eviscerated the Grimm in Adachi's general vicinity.

"Haha...! Guess I'm not the only one packing heat, huh. Let's clean this up!" Adachi cried, looking back at the rest who decided to fight back. To Adachi's surprise, this situation he found himself in had ended up being kind of fun. Now ready to get back to business, he called forth Magatsu-Izanagi once again, and resumed tearing through the beasts with the rest.

 

[Lazaro1505]

• Father & Son Traveling through a foreign city in search of adventure

• 
  
  
  Timmothy Wahnabe .Sr & .Jr
  
  Location:
  Vale
  
  Wait.... she was a Artificial Intelligence? Wow, this must have been the most impressive and advance piece of tech standing right in front of them, along with the line of those synths he heard so much that the Institute created, multiple robotic beings with synthetic human like skin, and with it, they could pass off as a normal human being, even retain some of their memories. So to see what was basically a foreign yet known artificial race standing right in front of him... of course it peaked the young Timmothy’s full attention, and if he were a more cartoonish individual like from a movie, already his eyes would have widen at even larger lengths than humanly possible. Especially with words such as ‘humanity’s companion’ and ‘source code’... which only seemed to excite the tech loving Bear masked Wahnabe even more... and questions had popped up within his head, such as what was she created for, her true purpose, as well as the advance and definitely difficult coding and strange unknown parts that were used in creating of seemingly human like individual.
  
  Maybe that’s why her strange hair was like that... and while .Jr was unsure of how it was exactly held up in the air, he could only hypothesis it as relating magnetic fields and such. While the far older Wahnabe learned the name of the other individual they had intended to speak with earlier... Torhu Adachi, as well as the... synth girl named Sophia... honestly, this entire situation was fucked. It seem that for once.... they weren’t the only odd ones out that stood out like a black sheep in a herd of white sheep, the four being complete and utter stranger Gretar’s to the city, and that Torhu individual seemed a bit.... un-socal type.... but eh, that was fine, sometimes the older Wahnabe beloved more of actually getting something done instead of standing about talking about ones favorite ‘hobby’ for two hours straight when it can be better spent actually working instead. So... while the other Wahnabe merely scoffed and prepared to get a word in the situation, along with his son awaiting what his father had to say next before bringing even more to the conversation and wondering why Adachi was sorta like a Jeanine....
  
  The very ground had begun to shook, which was a very loud warning of what’s to come, and before the two had time to properly process the information within their minds , the ground some distance away had broken away and left a hole in its wake... as seemingly a whole black mass of creatures covered in ivory white bone like armor and red markings had charged forth from the exit that was created... the first of which were none other than the diggers of said hole themselves, centipede like creatures followed by wolf and beer like abominations of nature. Just what kind of drugs the Lord was on when making these freaks.... but still, they had no choice but to fight for their lives here. And any other lesser man would have merely turned tail at the sight of these beasts... especially one with little experience fighting against creatures... but to a certain Irish father and his Bear mask wearing son, even though the enemy horde had seemingly overwhelming numbers.... it was like throwing two foxes into a chicken coop, very... very well armed and experienced foxes per to say.
  
  Only cracking his knuckles with an audible snap of his bones, the older Wahnabe prepared to unleash Irish physical fury upon these things who even dared to stand near in his prescribes, while his son stood behind him, as seemingly, from out of nowhere, a boxy like rifle had been popped into existence into his awaiting arms, the son as of in instinct reaching his left arm towards the side of the weapon, and flipping a switch forward, as an hum was heard from the weapon... aiming it upwards, for this weapon was none other than the Wazer Wifle... the pinnacle of energy based technology (other than plasma) back at home within the very wastelands. Now it was their time to shine.... and seeing the rest take the initiative before the, and Timmothy .Jr in particular being excited of what everyone that had arrived to fight back against these ‘dark scary story monsters’... first three to join the battle, the first saving a little girl who was about to be killed, to especially Adachi and Sophia, the two nearby doing definitely not normal and.... in a way, magical things in nature.... with Adachi summoning some sort of ghost like warrior that created powerful blows not even he seen the strongest of creatures back at home perform.... as well as Sophia seemingly taking a more robotic appearance in her transformation, as well as using some sort of spherical objects that had created beams of energy that obliterated the Grimm like how the other had done.
  
  “Heh.... remind me not to get on their bad side...”
  
  Timmothy .Sr had said to no one in particular, inspecting the field once again as two others had joined in, one of which was familiar.... a Securitron bot... and while the Wahnabe was unsure how it even got here in the first place, it seemed to do a lot of fine work with its missiles and lasers. And the other... which was more difficult to see since they were in the air and maintaining focus upon the ground was more important... so while he didn’t know who it was that rained a barrage of heavy ordinance on the creatures from above... he was thankful nonetheless. It was honestly like reading one of those comic books.... and it didn’t seem like something that wouldn’t even exist normally, but even then, guess he was living through basically a strange new world in which the war didn’t occur... but instead, some really strange shit happened instead. But looking back upon Adachi... had given word of them packing heat, and for once, the Irish man can agree of someone... as he gave out a chuckle definitely not fit for this situation and said
  
  “Well... cant say the same for the rest... but back where me and my son live, if you don’t pack enough weapons and items to get through the wasteland... then you are definitely gonna have a bad time.”
  And with that... word for talk was over, as the Irish man now charged forth into the fray, wanting to get his fair share of combat with unknown creatures of another city... which he still wasn’t even sure was on Earth anymore... but eh, could probably this ‘Frontier’ that so many were talking about... he heard that the North, especially areas like Canada were pretty foreign and weird than the normal wasteland he was accustomed to. Meeting his charge was a pair of ‘wolves’... the mindless creatures taking notice of his existence, and seeing no form of weaponry on his body, thought of him as mere easy prey... as they counter-charged the Irish Man, ready to pierce their claws into the foolish human and end his pitiful life. Yet, as the first and closest ‘wolf’ attempted to pounce upon the well-dressed human... instead of tooth and claw meeting human flesh, what the human did instead, was deliver a punch towards the creature mid-pounce, his fist soaring forward towards the snout of the beast. And while it could have done nothing but leave a few fingers broken, and a pissed off wolf, especially one who does not have Aura protecting his very form... it was quite the opposite, for as soon as his fist connected with the beast’s head, it instead, as if his own arm was a grenade itself, the Wolf’s upper half of its body was covered in a large explosion, exploding into a shower of bone, black pieces of Grimm flesh, and dark colored blood was sent forth in mainly opposite directions of the Irish man, the other Grimm stopping out of pure confusion of what occurred.
  
  The man merely retracted his still steaming fist that obliterated the upper half of the Grimm, as he then mocked the other one, saying out to the beast with his arms wide open...
  
  “What.... never seen the ‘Real Life One Punch Man’ in action... of course... I neva expected a stupid wolfy like ya to know me... but come on, I’m standing right here... come and get me...”
  
  And this is what was needed to initiate the Grimm’s attack, as it charged forth and instead of attempting to pounce upon the man, it then raised its right claw and attempted to bring it down upon the individual. The Irishman merely side-stepped the blow, and with both of his arms, grabbed onto the limb that the ‘wolf’ attempted to slice him with, and with his abnormal strength, began pulling with all his might, his efforts being repaid in the familiar sound of sockets popping and bones cracking... the Grimm howling in pain nonetheless, before snap. And now the Grimm was missing an functional arm, the Irish man with a temper dropping the arm onto the ground and taking advantages of the Grimm’s pained state, leaped towards action, and grabbed onto the back of the Grimm, and with a shocking amount of strength (for an human), had carried the beast into the air, the ‘animal’ flaying about as it was kept useless with little possible means of escape unless one of its fellow brethren freed it from the grasp of this man. Unfortunately, that help didn’t arrive, as the Irish man then kneeled, his right knee pointing towards, before slamming the beast down onto his right knee, the kinetic force of not only pushing downwards but also gravity aiding his efforts had helped him to further the effect his attack had in the Grimm. And the end result was a loud and audible snapping of the spinal cord... and a now dead Grimm being rolled off his knee.
  
  But while .Sr slowly risen up... coming from his blindside was a large creature, one similar in shape to that of an bear, but like the rest, were covered in a dark fur, bony lime armor and spikes lining its body, and glowing reddish-orange eyes piercing even the hardest of gazes. And right now, it seemed to had the advantage... as it managed to sneak up on this lone human who killed some of its brethren, and was about raise a claw to strike the human down from where he stands... before, a bright red beam of light soared forth and with no way to avoid the attack, the Grimm had tanked the beam albeit with much damage to its right shoulder, the spot it had struck as the smell of burnt flesh could be smelt... before even more beams of light had joined the first one, striking the Ursa in many places of its body, reducing more of its matter with every shot, before a shot to the very head had ended its pitiful life, the creature turning a bright red, its very atoms becoming unstable and breaking down into another form, as the only thing left of its existence was a pile of ash that laid upon the floor. With the older Wahnabe turning his head to the one who shot the beam, he only gave a small nod towards the shooter, who was his Bear mask wearing son... the .Jr merely giving a thumbs up with his left arm as he raised the rifle into the air, seemingly happy that he managed to help his father with another one of his foes as the .Sr then continued the onslaught and one man slaughter against the beasts with nothing but his bare fists and fury aiding him, a couple of explosions covering the air every couple of hits that strike an unlucky Grimm, while the rest had the liberty of taking one or two more punches than the first one to kill them, as the perspective changed to the .Jr.
  
  The young adult had turned his attention away, and counting the Ursa as the sixth kill already he managed to get when he began shooting earlier... as he then turned to Sophia, who said something earlier about protecting others, as he gave his own response in the matter.
  
  “But why work alone to protect others when you can have even more friends helping each other out! That way, we could all protect each other... no matter you a tall and tough soldier or a small and nervous rat...!”
  
  And after giving his own innocent response, he had turned his attention back into the Grimm at hand... the hordes seemingly in the hundreds, and would have likely over run them with sheer numbers alone if it weren’t for the heavy amount of attacks they were dishing out to keep them at bay. But suddenly, Wahanabe .Jr had an idea.... if these creatures had came from a large hole, and if that’s where they originated from, then surly they must take care of said hole in order to stop the assault! But what to use in order to at least give them a clear path towards the hole.... ah ha! That’s it, all he needed to use was a certain powerful weapon of his that he has on hand... a weapon capable of even killing the strongest of beasts and legendary creatures within the wasteland with one shot of its devastating nuclear heavy ordinance. Dematerializing his Wazer Wifle... and instead, he had replaced with another weapon... this time, of far larger and open make than the box like rifle. It seemed to be like that of a handheld catapult like launcher... and resting on the top of this weapon was a football shaped explosive... but this was no normal explosive, for it was none other than an mini-nuke, and while it did not have the same destructive power as say... a regular nuke, but it surly brings a heavy punch and although small, mushroom cloud as well without the long term effects of radiation the normal nukes had.
  
  
  “Also... to those near the frontlines... look out, this thing right makes a loud boom, and I don’t want you guys accidentally being caught in this blast!”
  
  He had given his word of warning to the others, as he then activated V.A.T.S... time seemingly slowing down as Timmothy was now given a list of targets to choose from within this very state. But finally, he had managed to finally get an angle of the entrance hole the Grimm were using to enter the city, a whole lot still exiting from the ground to join up the rest of their fellow abominations in combat. But not today... Timmothy .Jr will make sure these ‘mean shadows animals’ won’t hurt anyone else living here, as he then raised the weapon upwards, and locked onto target... before...
  
  Click
  
  Phwooooooooooooo-
  
  And with that, a familiar whistling sound had began echoing through the air... as the football sized explosive was soaring through the air at high speeds, its trajectory and path aimed towards the hole in question, and about to bring a nasty surprise to the Grimm who were still entering the city. And a few seconds later, the explosive has made its mark... and once it finally landed onto its desired target, for a few milliseconds... all seem to be fine, Grimm were still pouring into the city and there was a hole to worry about that the Grimm were using as entrance to the city... but a millisecond later, and after the very stability of atoms itself were being broken and its destructive power was finally unleashed... was when the true results had occurred.
  
  BOOOOOOOOOM
  
  And exploding into a bright flash of light that would have definitely irritated the eyes of those who looked in its general direction, the nearby Grimm being incinerated in the nearby blast, as the large explosion quickly covered the forms of Grimm unlucky enough to be in its initial range of the explosion... the very atoms of Grimm itself becoming unstable and breaking apart, as a large mushroom shaped cloud had risen up into the skies above, a small reminder of the true devastating effects that nuclear weaponry had upon the world. A few seconds later however.... and the mushroom cloud had dissipated, leaving nothing but the scorch marks lining the ground in its wake of what had occurred here today, as well as some damage to the surrounding ground and buildings close to the blast. But not only that this explosion had killed many of the Grimm still entering the city, but possibly, it may also covered the Entrance that the Grimm were using to enter the city as well, effectively taking out two variables such as the quantity of these creatures and reinforcements arriving from the tunnels leading into the ground.
  
  The young Timmothy could only smirk underneath his Bear mask, as his job here was almost done... now to fight against the remaining mean and scary looking creatures, as he dissipated the Fatman once again, replacing it with his Wazer Wifle once more, flipping the switch on the side and turning it on again, as he prepared to let loose a flurry of red laser beams towards the remaining Grimm, already planning on how to celebrate their victory as in the distance, a Beowolf being thrown at two nearby Beowolves as a makeshift projective... the Grimm none other than being thrown by Timmothy Wahnabe .Sr... who was already getting quite bored of these creatures... and while they seemed like a fair fight earlier, especially with his strength... with these many individuals fighting against the horde, these beats didn’t even have a chance of victory.... even if they still stubbornly charged straight at them like nothing more than mindless drones.
  
  Corrosion
  Sir Skrubbins
  Teacup but existent
  Stricken Steel
  2Bornot2B
  

 

[Develius]

Location: The Wastelands - Boston, Massachusetts.
Interactions: ~Open~

​

Once a bustling city in the Commonwealth region, the city of Boston currently stands as a far cry to what it once was. What remained was nothing but a decrepit ruins of a once glorious skyline, now overlooking a war-torn cesspool of a radiation, violence, and unruly quagmire. Those who still managed to live in these harsh conditions faced a myriad of threats; ranging from violent gangs, trigger-happy mercenaries, and hideous mutant brutes that were smarter than they actually looked. Worse still, the region had been recently infested by an insectoid alien race known as The Fallen - or what they themselves call "Eliksni". Their presence alone had driven out most of the original threats away from the city center and made it their dominant place of residence in the region. The city was, for all intents and purposes, a hellhole at this point. Only a fool would dare to make a living here, let alone travel through the dangerous downtown region - where the worst of these atrocities laid - unarmed and alone. And even that was usually not enough to guarantee one's survival.

Lately however, a different kind of threat was making their home within the Fenway district near the north-eastern perimeter. Normally seen on the city's outskirts around the Glowing Sea, a rogue pack of Deathclaws had been claiming territory around the ruins of what was once Fenway Park. These huge reptilian beasts were infamous by the local human populace for being viscous temperamental powerhouses that were incredibly hard to kill due to their thick armored osteoderms lining their bodies. A single individual was bad enough - especially for one ill-equipped for combating one - but a pack of six was an immediate death sentence for even the hardiest of soldiers. Leading the pack was a larger, darker-skinned Alpha Male Deathclaw, sporting a rust-colored hide with upward-facing horns compared to the generic gray the regular specimens had with their down-facing ornaments. They had remained the dominant non-sentient creatures of the district for a good couple of days, surviving off by either hunting or scavenging the remaining human gangs and mutant animals still in the region while picking their fights with the Fallen. Even Fallen scouting parties - in lesser numbers - have had a tough time killing these beasts; whether in direct combat or when trying to pick them off as they retreated despite their impressive speeds.

Currently they had been feasting on a carcass of a dead Brahmin that they had scavenged; which were now a rare sight after the Fallen invaded. Despite being more than capable of hunting down live pray, Deathclaws were primarily scavengers. They weren't necessarily picky about their meats either; whether fresh or rotting, clean or radiated, it truly didn't matter to them. A picking order was quickly established, with the strongest of the pack establishing themselves as taking the best parts of the animal first. Of course, they would all have to wait until the Alpha Male had his fill before the secondaries would get a chance to feed. Once he finished, they would proceed to take whatever he spared. The Alpha walked a small distance away from the snarling feeding frenzy before sitting down on a cleared dirt hole. Not immediately sensing any danger, he slowly planted his head down on the ground and closed his eyes.

As the alpha was beginning to doze off, he suddenly picked up the scent of a rapid spike in radiation. The Deathclaw's crimson eyes jolted open as it reared its head to sniff the surrounding air. Normally when high levels of radiation were present, it was a sure-tell sign that a radstorm was approaching the area. This would usually not bother Deathclaws as they were immune to the effects of radiation, as after all they were most numerous in places of high concentrations of radiation, such as the Glowing Sea where radstorms were most frequent. However, the skies above didn't hint of any approaching storm. Nor was there any strong gusts of wind that could hint it either. This was oddly unusual. And if it wasn't a radstorm, it would understand that it meant only one other thing.

Now on high alert, the Alpha Deathclaw rose to its feet as it snarled towards the western gash of the stadium. The smaller deathclaws also felt the change in the air as they ceased feeding and glanced in the same direction. They could all sense that something, or someone, was coming towards them. And it was getting closer. The creatures would feel the ground shake underneath them in patternous succession, coming from what could only equivalate as thunderous footsteps. Then a deep groan echoed off the stadium walls, bouncing back and forth in a resonating manner. It was a sound unlike anything the pack had heard. Whatever was approaching them was big... and it certainly wasn't another Deathclaw from the sounds of it.

Then they finally saw it.

Despite the thick radioactive fog and smoke obscuring their view, the pack could make a large dark silhouette of the creature coming into view. It was certainly larger than them, being slightly bigger than the Alpha Deathclaw, yet appeared to be vaguely similar to their species. It also sported a bipedal reptilian look, however it was much more bulky and muscular in stature, sporting three rows of jagged maple-leaf-shaped dorsal spines down its back. They glowed a deep cerulean blue, pulsating rapidly in a vibrant bioluminescent display. They would glow at max brightness for a moment before reducing their luminosity, only for another pulsing wave to commence shortly afterwards. This light-show, combined with the growls accompanying each beat, was no doubt meant to intimidate its opponent. Some of the Deathclaw menials were taken aback by this display, almost in a hypnotized manner, while the others backed away cautiously as they still hissed and barked at the approaching beast. Only the Alpha Male remained unfazed as it took a step forward and let out a raspy roar of defiance, bearing its jagged teeth and swollen gums while extending its arms out in a defensive manner. He wasn't quite sure what exactly he was facing, but he knew that a fight was imminent.

As the approaching bipedal saurian took another step-forward, the fog finally cleared to reveal it's true majesty. Enter Nautica - the Queen of Monsters. And this royal titan was not amused by her opponent's measly attempt in "impressing" her. Eying her rival with glowing cobalt eyes, Nautica snorted before staking in a deep breath and unleashing a deafening roar, officially announcing her return to Boston to anyone within a several mile radius. It's been five years since she stepped foot in this city; and now she's finally back.

And with that cue, the Alpha Deathclaw proceeded to make the first move as he began to charge at Nautica.

 

[Scatterbrain]

Location: Approaching King Louie's Place
Interactions: Scatterbrain

Spoiler: Theme: Ravenous Eyes

​

While the hungry visitors feasted upon the rich delicacies within the great-ape's palace, they would soon find that they were not the only ones ravenous for a good time. Near the jungle outskirts leading towards the establishment a reptilian beast eyed the bustling party above with two gleaming yellow eyes. It was primarily gray in color - being no taller than a rhino - having a narrow elongated skull much like that of a lizard, but with a long serpentine body that moved in a surprisingly gracile way. It sported two lanky forearms, each tipped with three long claws, yet lacked hind-limbs that usually attributed with creatures like itself. The creature flicked its triple-forked tongue towards the palace, gathering sensory information about what lurked within. It looked rather alien compared to the rest of the fauna on the island...

In fact, this creature was not native to this land; rather it's a stowaway from a neighboring island to the west. How this thing got here is not quite known, however it had been lurking in the deepest parts of the jungle for no more than a few days. Not only had it been surviving, but thriving as it hunted the local fauna. From pigs to monkeys, it ate everything that moved. Yet this was the first time the devilish beast would lay its eyes upon the establishment that belonged to the resident king of the island.

Motivated by the smells emanating from within, the reptilian invader quietly began its approach behind the old shipwreck. Its claws silently gripped onto the ship's rusting husk with little effort before beginning the ascent up towards the club. For a creature as big as it was it was surprisingly quiet in its approach, being how its kind were infamous as highly-deadly ambush predators. No doubt sheer panic would ensue the moment it would be detected...

​

King Louie
Location: Louie's Place, Exodus (South)
Interactions: Skullcrawler ( Develius )​

The guests on the terrace overlooking the jungle would be the first to encounter the ravenous reptile but for now, completely unaware of the looming threat, they continued in their revelry and merry-making. The majority appeared to be dining with friends, enjoying a meal on one of the many outside tables, as they were dutifully waited on by members of the Bandar-log, whilst others were taking in the sights of the ocean and jungle below.

Two of Louie's patrons who were standing near the railings were the first to go. Drinks in hand, they were enjoying a scenic view of the island when a long disgusting tongue dragged one of them swiftly over the side. The speed of the attack left the other one completely oblivious until he turned to where his female companion previously stood only to find it empty. He did a quick double take, unsure whether his alcohol dulled senses were playing tricks on him, before he too was yanked over the side.

Louie looked up from his desk as the alarm calls of the Bandar-log erupted from the terrace. His lieutenant Flunky, a long-tailed macaque, burst into the office in short order and, in frantic chatter, informed the King of the Swingers of a skull faced monster assailing the club. Louie let out an enraged roar as he heaved himself to his feet and followed Flunky into the lounge. The Jungle V.I.P. could see the panic-stricken guests vacating the premises in droves, barrelling over each other as they fought to escape through either the main entrance towards the pier or the back door towards the beach.

Louie and Flunky continued out onto the terrace and he could see the deadly creature now. It was large in size, bigger than bear but still dwarfed by Louie himself, and looked like a skeletal cross between a tiger and a snake. It had a narrow skull like head seated on top of its long serpentine body but unlike a tiger however, the creature possessed only two slender limbs, that ended with three long claws, to carry it across the floor. The beast tasted the air as it moved from table to table, devouring anything it could get its hands on.

Louie let out a powerful prolonged roar that reverberated across the club. Everyone who heard it would stop in their tracks and look upon the King of the Bandar-log with a mix of awe and fear. This was his house, his business, his kingdom and he would not let some snarling beast threaten it.

 

[Corrosion]

CHANCE-28 AND GREYSON RYDER
Vale
West Exodus
Sir Skrubbins Lazaro1505 Teacup but existent 2Bornot2B Stricken Steel​

The three Guardians of Fireteam Martingale set off to do what they did best: combat. And so as the horde of Grimm charged, so did they. Chance took the lead of course, as the Titan he was always the first one into the fight. Yelling in excitement he sprinted forwards, building up a static Arc charge in his Dunemarchers' Linear Accelerators. Then he threw a fist at the nearest enemy: a particularly unlucky Ursa. The bear-like creature was struck with the power of an Arc-infused punch four times the energy of a heavy-caliber sniper round at point blank range.

The effects were predictable. The Ursa's bone mask shattered from the impact, before the energy came out through the other side and blew a hole clean through. The built-up energy in Chance's Exotic leg armour came next. It transferred itself to the target, before chaining to five other Grimm around it. All of them promptly disintegrated in a brilliant light show.

As the Grimm were disintegrating, Chance spun around and swapped to his Seventh Seraph CQC and cocked the Solar shotgun. He raised it and fired, blasting away a Beowolf.

The other two members of team were too in combat. Grey dashed past the Titan, firing Austringer with lethal accuracy. Every shot struck a Grimm in the head, and each was a kill. Running dry, he swiftly pulled out a Proximity Knife and tossed it at a Beowolf. It embedded itself into the creature's skull, beeped once, and then detonated in a Solar explosion, killing it and several others close to it. Not missing a beat, he dodge rolled out of the way of a charging Boarbatusk. Reloading his gun, he snapped it up in the blink of an eye and fired.

There was a screech, and he turned to see a squadron of Griffons had emerged from the breach, circling around and now bearing down on them. The Hunter grinned, casually putting away his hand cannon. Then he channeled his Light, reaching into the air and summoning forth his Golden Gun. He was now a blazing flame that shone bright in the sea of darkness.

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He raised the spectral weapon and fan-fired it, shots of pure sunfire streaking out towards the airborne Grimm. Like with all his shots, they found their targets. Each shot easily penetrated the Grimm and kept going, coming out the other side without losing any momentum. As one might expect from a bullet hotter than the sun itself, the Griffons that had been hit promptly disintegrated into ash. Grey kept firing until he had depleted his Super energy, and by then all the Griffons were dead. His flaming gun faded away a moment later, and he drew Austringer again.

Val stood her ground, firing steady bursts from Redrix's Broadsword. Several Grimm were downed, but then a Beringel appeared. The gorilla-like monster had leapt into the air and was now coming downwards, fists above its head. Val hardly reacted, and instead, she vanished in a flash. The Grimm smashed into the space where she once was, cracking the road below, but the Warlock was gone. The Beringel looked around, confused.

Then the Warlock reappeared behind it. The Beringel turned, but Val gave it no time. She focused Void into her palm and unleashed an Atomic Breach. The Beringel was promptly disintegrated by the power of dark energy, which then chained to the other Grimm around it. Looking almost bored, she prepared a Handheld Supernova and launched several tiny singularities towards a Beowolf Alpha. It was destroyed in a matter of seconds.

The three were clearly very skilled, and it seemed like they were expending hardly effort at all in dispatching the Creatures of Grimm.

There were explosions around them, and Chance turned to see that several others had joined the fight. "Looks like we've got friendlies coming to lend a helping hand!"

There was a young-looking girl firing impressive beams of light, a girl in a soldier's uniform floating in the air and firing her rifle, two men (apparently father and son) battling with cobbled-together weapons, an odd boxy robot firing rockets and lasers, and a man who had seemingly summoned a spectral figure that had torn the Grimm apart with lightning.

Now the ride was turning, although the battle was just about over before it had even begun. Chance switched back to Cerberus+1 and slapped the side of the weapon, activating its Catalyst. The auto rifle had now essentially become a fully automatic shotgun. He raised it and fired, taking out a swath of bipedal Creeps. Following this, he focused Arc into his hand and threw a Pulse Grenade. It landed in the middle of a cluster of Grimm and detonated, disintegrating the Grimm caught in the blast radius and then finishing any that had survived the detonation with several more pulses of Arc.

The voice of his Ghost Zeke suddenly sounded in his head. "Chance, I'm getting some readings from behind us. Highly radioactive."

"Radioactive?" Chance asked.

"Yeah, I think it's—WHOA!"

The Titan had only begun to turn when a small green object came flying over his head. It flew straight into the mass of Grimm surging out of the opening and then detonated in a blinding flash, the sheer heat disintegrating the Grimm caught in the blast in an instant and melting the road below.

"What in Sam Hill was that?" Grey asked.

"Miniature nuclear weapon, low-yield," the Hunter's Ghost Saratoga explained. "I calculate a yield of roughly 1.77 tons of TNT."

Chance scratched his helmet. "Uh, in simple terms?"

"Less powerful than a Thundercrash," Zeke sighed.

"Oh... well, that's good."

Once the dust had settled it had become clear that the blast had collapsed the breach... and had also blown a massive crater in the road and shattered the windows of any nearby buildings. Still, no more Grimm were incoming.

Chance took a moment to reload his gun, before turning to the newcomers. "Hey, thanks for the help!" He told them.

"We were fine before you arrived, thank you," Val scoffed, annoyance clear even through her Prodigal Hood. "Your help was unneeded."

"Cut 'em some slack, willya?" Grey rolled his eyes, stepping forwards. He spun his hand cannon and then holstered it. It was then that he noticed the whole fish out of water look to the newcomers. He rose a brow underneath his Neoteric Kiyot helmet. "Oh... you're new here, ain't ya?"

 

[Funnier President]

Pyra/Mythra


Pyra was lost. Well, that wasn't new. She had coe=me to Rapture, well, unexplainably. If there was a part of this warlord, she had likely been on most of them. Well, them, technically. Her and Mythra. They were back to being interchangeable. Inseparable.

Your lost, aren't you?

Ummmmmmm

Ill take that for a yes

We aren't lost! We're just.... walking in spooky place?

Speaking of which..... they were currently in what appeared to be an old-school city. Smoke was everywhere, which was strange for this place. They hadn't seen anyone but they had heard things. Howls, screeches, and all sorts of Monster things. Pyra didn't like this place one bit, and she was ready to use Aegis at a moments notice.

I miss Vale... at least there it wasn't so spooky!

Stop cribbing! This is fun!

Fun for you, maybe

As they kept walking, Pyra kept nervously glancing from side to side.... she could feel the things watching.... it was like this old city had eyes everywhere, all watching her. Neitherless, she foraged forward, despite nearly all of her screaming to run away. She was half-tempted to let Mythra go out, but she knew Mythra would attract more attention then her. Red was less conspicuous the Mythra gold and white, besides, they had no idea where they even were.

Suddenly, a loud, dealing roar filled the air, somewhere close by. Pyra and Mythra both froze, in shock

What in the name of Elysium was that????

How do you expect me to know???

Want me to take over for this one?

Go for it- I have a feeling that you'll be better for this.

Suddenly, the gems on Pyra outfit began to glow, and she was enveloped in light for a bright momemt- and when the light finally faded, it revealed Mythra.

Finally! its been a while-

Loud noise?

Oop- Fine, ill go find it.

As Mythra looked around, she saw the park around, and zoomed toward it, slightly hovering above the ground as she got there. Looking around, she finally spotted the first few inhabitants. A couple of weird monsters, apparently. They all had the same fin things on there backs, as long as weird teeth. One was charging towards another person, but Mythra didn't get a good look at the tall person, before a couple of the monsters turned toward her

Pyra, you seeing these things?

Fight now, gush over weird things later?


Before Mythra could reply with something sarcastic, a couple of the monsters appeared to see her, and they turned towards her. Not wasting any time, Mythra immediately cried out

"PHOTON EDGE!"

Mythras blade activated, the light beam emiting from it surprising the monsters. They barely had any time to enjoy the sudden light, as Mythra quickly slashed at one of them, seeming teleporting. One of the monsters suddenly found themselves without a head.

Score!

This isn't a game, Mythra

Well, these guys are pushovers!

Mythra turned around, smirking at all of the other monsters who faced her.

"So, which one of you slobbering creatures wants to feel the power of the Aegis?"

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