The Cape [Multi-Fandom Sandbox RP]

[Ghostly Phantom]

Onyx watched the exchange, annoyance growing at Makoto's indifference and rudeness. She stopped herself from yanking his headphones out, opting to just huff at him and stick her tongue out. She turned back to her food, listening to the others. Then she snorted, choking on a piece of kiwi. "Captain America? Haha! Oh, gosh! Does he think he's a superhero from the 50s?! Sorry, but that's a really corny name." Suddenly she stoped laughing, the reality of different universes coming to the front of her mind. "Oh." She picked up a cricket and popped it in her mouth, crunching it. "It's still a corny name." She added weakly.

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Makoto

Makoto noticed that the Onyx girl seemed to be annoyed. He wondered what that was all about. He also Wondered who this iron man was. He thought about the other girls idea. He felt like just getting a weaponized shield couldn’t really replace Naofumi’s other shield, but he could be wrong. He didn’t even care anyway. All he bothered to say was “Would that even work?”

T The Man With No Name Gundam Watcher 27 Ghostly Phantom ​

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

Sayo-Nara


Sitonai looked at the person with blue hair, a bang covering his right eye. "If Naofumi is well versed in using a frisbee or a boomerang, I'm sure it wouldn't be that hard to do. Besides that, I actually need help with an issue I have as well. It's nothing much, but I'm trying to work on mastering my ability to form ice weapons and armor. It's a type of 'Cryomancy' if you're familiar with the term. If I could learn how to make something other than a sword, that would be nice."​

 

[Ghostly Phantom]

Onyx finished off her food, though her hand twitched towards the bag in her pocket on the back of the chair, wanting more chocolate. But if she had more, she'd get a rash. She looked up at Alter Ego at the mention of her ice abilities. "I'd like to help. Don't know how much I could, but I knew a kid who had that ability." Her soft smile fell as she remembered, saddened. She pulled out the bag and stuck a couple chocolate crickets in her mouth to shut herself up, rash be darned.
Sayo-Nara , Gundam Watcher 27 , T The Man With No Name

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Makoto

Makoto listened to the conversation going on through his headphones. He noticed a look of sadness in the Onyx girl’s eyes as she mentioned a kid she knew. Even though Makoto didn’t care about almost anything, he hated seeing people upset. He took his headphones off and stared at Onyx with his emotionless face still unchanging. “What’s wrong?”

Ghostly Phantom ​

 

[darkred]

Mission Alert, Mission alert!

A deep voice could be heard from the speaker systems.

"Any available personal can find me near a portal set to the year 2018. "

Nearby, a bluish like portal opened, it appeared to have the year stuck on 2018.

Anyone







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[Ghostly Phantom]

Onyx set the bag down slowly, guilt setting in. "I promised I'd help him. That he'd be safe when we escaped. We were attacked the next day." She shook her head, but couldn't seem to clear it. Silently, she pulled her hoodie on and hid her face with the hood. When she spoke again, it was a forced cheerfulness. "He could make the most amazing sculptures out of ice." She pulled her knees to her chest. "Anyway... He told me that the ice didn't like it when he told it what to do. He had to ask nicely. I don't know if it would help you, but you could try, I suppose." She shrugged, hoping that her advice helped.

Sayo-Nara

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Makoto

For the first time Makoto’s expression changed slightly in front of the group. His eyes slightly widened with a faint look of distress in them. He shook himself out of it before asking one of his simple questions. “Why do it?” Makoto pauses for a second staring at the floor for a brief moment. “Why get close to someone like that? You’ll just end up losing them someday.” Makoto’s voice didn’t sound distressed I’m the slightest. He talked in his regular monotone voice, but the look in his eyes gave off the idea that memories of his past were beginning to flood his mind. Dark memories.

Ghostly Phantom ​

 

[GearBlade654]

The Force Commander
Status: Calm
Actions: Preparing for the Mission

THUNK. THUNK. THUNK.
While the battle against the Xenomorphs raged on, while a conversation continued, the sudden portal out of nowhere had not evaded detection.
A man that was around 9.5 feet tall and clad in red and gold ornate armor was also in the base, having arrived some time after the intercom blared for the first time on the Xenomorph menacing a city. For the most part, he simply stuck to sitting in the training room, tending to the mighty hammer he carried around. As of now, the Space Marine Force Commander, veteran of many years of war, was silently meandering around the base, getting familiar with where he was.
At least, until the intercom blared again, this time searching for a portal. And as luck would have it, the portal formed somewhere in where the FC could see it. Problem is, the FC was a mute. However, the FC was very much capable of using technology. First things first, though-any devices nearby that could be used to report the portal?
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[Nightwisher]

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The Native woman had decided not to follow the group to the xenomorphs. Considering the fact that she was strictly a close quarters combatant, and she didn't want to ruin her clothes, or her fur, on creepy crawlies. So, naturally, when the other mission alert came, she perked up in hopes it was actually something she would want to do.

Of course, that was when a portal, or something, opened up near her and out stepped a mountain of a man. "Wow, okay..." The woman muttered to herself, taking a step back. "Hey." Penelope said, lifting a hand to wave at the new comer. She had always gotten along better with men than woman. Mostly because a large majority of the pack was male, but also because of the clothes she tended to wear. In her experience, women had a habit of slut shaming more than men did. Though, that didn't stop men from doing it as well.

She groaned inwardly at the thought of having everyone around her saying crap because they didn't understand anything about what she was.

Penelope Uley
Location: Lab
Interactions: The Force Commander ( GearBlade654 )
Mentions: ( darkred )

Spoiler: Current Outfit

Color: #FF7F50

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[GearBlade654]

The Force Commander
Status: Alert
Actions: Interacting with Penelope ( Nightwisher ), well, as much as a mute can...

The Force Commander was in the midst of a search of any device that could possibly inform the base that he had located the portal when he heard someone say hello. The space marine immediately turned around to see his greeter, and saw a mortal human being. Most definitely not from the 42nd Millennium-perhaps from one of the earliest days of humanity. The FC's response was a silent nod before turning back to face the portal.
The FC was internally glad that humanity, free of the curse of the Warp, was also here. But the FC's face showed no change from it's normal neutrality as he calmly nodded. The FC silently reflected on what that portal could lead to, as he unflinchingly stared at it. After a good second or two, the Space Marine commander turned back to Penelope with an alert look on his face. The FC quickly pointed at the portal, before turning to Penelope with a slightly raised eyebrow. The gesture was rather unclear, but the message it was supposed to get across was this: do you know whatever this portal does?

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[darkred]

The bluish portal was labeled mostly as a time portal as a man stepped out who appeared to be wearing some sort of military wear along with some armor and a red resistance band.

He eyed the two nearest the portal “So you two are the ones that answered my call, huh? He observed the two, one was way taller than he was and wore heavy armor causing him to look up and nod.

The other appeared to be a woman who was different but interesting.

“Let me introduce myself, My name is John Connor. Where we are going is the year 2018. When you step into the portal, you will be in the heat of things between a man vs machine war.”

These machines are named Terminators.

He looked back “Is this it for the mission? If so, follow me.”

John would walk toward the time portal and nod “Ready?”

GearBlade654 Nightwisher​

 

[Sleek]

Red Team
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As John Connor explained the mission, and Penelope and the Force Commander arrived, the trio would be greeted with the sounds of heavy boots. Spartan Red Team stopped a few feet away from the gathering. While under Winter Schnee, they were given a high degree of autonomy, and defaulted to Jerome-092's leadership whenever she wasn't present.

"You start the party without us?"

Alice asked. The trio were carrying standard issue MA5B Assault Rifles and M6D Magnums, but they also carried their specialized equipment. Jerome shouldered an M9 Spartan Laser, while Douglas-042 carried a standard SPnKr rocket launcher. Alice lugged around a heavy machinegun turret, of which usually rested on a mount or tripod.

"We can deal with these machines."

Jerome said, matter-of-factly. The Spartans looked like machines themselves, but they were distinctly human.

darkred Nightwisher GearBlade654

 

[Nightwisher]

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Penelope just stood there, watching the armored mountain as he tried to figure out what the portal was. When he looked back at her, she shrugged, looking between him and blush gape in time and space. "I don't know, I'm just here to fight." She answered honestly. Luckily, all questions were answered as someone stepped from the portal. He was attractive, she liked that.

"Man versus machine war? Yeah, sounds fight-y. Let's go." The woman stepped forward, barefooted but a twinkle of excitement in her eyes. She'd never fought machines before, but they couldn't be worse than leeches. Penelope looked over her shoulder at the knock off hulk. "You coming big guy?" A smile, pretty smile danced across her lips.

The Native woman turned her attention to the others as they joined the group. She said, looking between the heavily armored Spartans and Force Commander, and then John, who was dressed neck to foot. Her lace tank-crop top and short shorts, lack of shoes... if she wasn't literally radiating heat, she might have felt self conscious about her clothing choice.

Penelope Uley
Location: Lab
Interactions: The Force Commander ( GearBlade654 ), John Conner ( darkred )
Mentions: The Red Team ( Sleek )

Spoiler: Current Outfit

Spoiler: Tattoo (Right shoulder)

Color: #FF7F50

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[darkred]

John Connor

This John looked to be dressed a little different. Different timeline John.

John turned toward the others, hearing about 3 new footsteps dressed in heavy armor. He eyed the four Spartans who came just a little late, “No, you aren’t late in fact, just in time by the way.”

John raised a eyebrow at the Native American flirting with him. “If you survive, i might .. put in a good word.”


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2018–

Post Apocalyptic Los Angeles//

Those who entered the portal would find themselves among a war zone. The grounds of Los Angeles were covered with a mix of metal skulls and human skulls lying on the ground, every so often there would be loud hunter killers in the air making loud sounds searching for someone specific.

If they spotted a human or vise versa, there would be a laser pointed at them and shot at the person.

The water was no safe area either, as there were bots that came out and grabbed you and pulled you in if you weren’t careful.

There were certain areas that were Skynet controlled and others that were Resistance controlled.

Resistance controlled areas were safe zones with dna symbols all over them to say they were safe.

Skynet zones were often crawling with terminators and more just waiting to take you down.

Sleek Nightwisher GearBlade654​

 

[Jeremiah]

Armoury

GearBlade654 Jeremiah



"Hup hup, everyone, hup hup!"

A youthful-looking, sloppily-dressed girl commanded what appeared to be a troop of cartoonish chicks and cartoonish fat cats carrying armour-plated crates and boxes into the armoury.

"Come on, this place has the best food. The faster we move, the faster we can chow down... oh, that one goes there... and that goes there...."

"Laffey, you're not actually here to work, are you?" what is assumed to be the girls' friend, physically older in appearance, speaks to her as she lifts heavy creates with her bare two hands, "you're one of the fleet's strongest Destroyers, if you pitch in, we'll all do this faster!"

"Well, I'm giving directions, that counts for something, right Javelin?" this 'Laffey' says as she chugs down what can be intepreted as a bottle of alcohol.​

Sat cross-legged by the ammunition with her feet kicked up on her mutilated drone, SOPMOD was idly slotting rounds into her empty magazines one-by-one. She appeared to be quite content despite the tedious maintenance of her weapon; poorly singing a cheery tune no different than you would in the shower. After filling the magazine to the brim, SOPMOD took a damp cloth and thoroughly polished it to a reflective sheen before slotting it away in a pouch on her person before beginning on a second. But as girls with literal artillery jutting out of their backs came rolling in with a vast supply of new munitions, SOPMOD's attention slowly drifted away. "He-llo..." she murmured while she absent-mindedly continued to pick up bullets, but as her hands drifted apart, she was eventually just dropping them all over the floor around her. Watching the girls go about their business, SOPMOD came to lock eyes with the one named Laffey in an unshakable stare.

Laffey...what was so familiar about that name?​

 

[Crow]

Armoury
GearBlade654 Jeremiah

Laffey's eyes too, aligned with SOPMOD's, a spark coming between them.

"Hello..." Laffey as she was called drifts about, her eyes almost coming to a close before fully opening again, as if she was ready to doze off. "Hmmm... you... have I..."

"Oh hi! We haven't really met people around here yet," the one referred to as Javelin adds. "Guess we should introduce ourselves."

"I'm Laffey... Benson-class Destroyer Laffey..."

"The name's Javelin!" Javelin looks towards Laffey introducing herself, then back to SOPMOD. "I'm a J-class Destroyer."

"What's... your name?"

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[GearBlade654]

The Force Commander
Status: Alert
Actions: Calculating the Situation

The Force Commander stepped through the portal, nodding when Penelope ( Nightwisher ) asked if he was coming.. There was no fear in his heart, as expected from a space marine with a little more than a hundred of years slaying countless enemies of the Imperium of Man. Tyranids. Chaos Space Marines and heretics. Eldar. Orks. The FC had faced them all down.
And he had won, at the side of countless allies.
Tactical Sergeant Tarkus, who withstood pitiless attacks from the enemy and remained standing.
Devastator Sergeant Avitus, who unleashed fury on the enemy with powerful heavy weaponry.
Scout Sergeant Cyrus, who found weaknesses in enemy lines and took advantage of them to great effect.

Spoiler: DoW 2 spoilers, namely there are other squad members you unlock later than very early.

Assault Sergeant Thaddeus, who struck from the skies to strike down the many enemies of the Imperium.
Davian Thule, a mighty Dreadnought that rose from death to continue his service.
And finally, Librarian Jonah Orion, a Space Marine psyker with limitless power to both destroy the enemies of the imperium with and to aim fellow battle brothers.

As the Force Commander continued his walk through the street, he took note of the Hunter Killers in the air. FC knew full well he couldn't hope to kill the thing. But the Force Commander was, well, a commander for a reason. The FC decided to call in Tarkus on this mission, and heard that Tarkus would be arriving shortly. But first, the Astartes was on his own for now. The Force Commander decided to take the lead, slowly marching forwards from the portal.
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[Ghostly Phantom]

Onyx laughed. A humorless burst of air that sounded more like a challenge than laughter. "Kids have a way of worming their way into your heart. Only truly heartless b******s can do what they do." Onyx felt her wings start to strain at her hoodie and the back of the chair. Her teeth were barred, her hands clenched on top of her knees. She glared at the table, willing the memories away.
((I think we left a few people behind...))
Sayo-Nara

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Makoto

Makoto nodded slightly at Onyx’s response. He sat there for a second trapped in his own thoughts before sitting up again. “I agree.” He begun to think about a friend he made. He didn’t even know him that well. Despite that he wormed his way into his heart. He wasn’t even sure if the kid was human.


Ghostly Phantom ​

 

[darkred]

Resistance Pilot Blair Williams
Piloting: A-23 Tomcat
Where: In the air
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This is Williams here, Connor. Who you got on sight?

Connor, here. Bringing in allies to help us fight Skynet.

"Who, Connor?"

"Got a Space Marine here, his name's Force Commander, also got a human here, also got a team of Spartans here. They all came to help."

"Good, we need all the help we can get, If you get anyone else, contact me via radio, Blair out. Just don't shoot us out of the sky."

"Sure, Blair. Connor out."

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USS Wilmington

Resistance Officers

“Connor, this is Ashdown and Lagotsky.”

“Who are these strangers?”

Sleek Nightwisher GearBlade654





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[GearBlade654]

The Force Commander
Status: Alert
Actions: Calculating the Situation/Noting Arrival of Tactical Sergeant Tarkus

"Command, this is Tarkus. I am deploying to your position as we speak-we can go over the briefing of the hostiles there once I have arrived. Be wary, commander-if this Connor says there are machines, then I strongly suspect that this is the work of the Necrons. I cannot fathom why the civilians there chose to name these foul machines after our hallowed Terminator armor, but it is of no concern. They will be purged with bolter fire."
The Force Commander nodded, before gazing back at Connor. The Space Marine pointed at a Hunter-Killer that was passing by, before quickly turning to Connor with a "what is that" face.
While the Force Commander was pointing at the Hunter-Killer, the Astartes swiftly prepared his Thunder Hammer. The giant sledgehammer sparked with lightning, and the FC turned to face the Hunter-Killer. If that thing tried to come in low... then there would be a very swift demolitions job on the spot.
darkred
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[Jeremiah]

Armoury
GearBlade654 Jeremiah

Laffey's eyes too, aligned with SOPMOD's, a spark coming between them.

"Hello..." Laffey as she was called drifts about, her eyes almost coming to a close before fully opening again, as if she was ready to doze off. "Hmmm... you... have I..."

"Oh hi! We haven't really met people around here yet," the one referred to as Javelin adds. "Guess we should introduce ourselves."

"I'm Laffey... Benson-class Destroyer Laffey..."

"The name's Javelin!" Javelin looks towards Laffey introducing herself, then back to SOPMOD. "I'm a J-class Destroyer."

"What's... your name?"

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New life was breathed into her dead stare after the two girls approached and introduced themselves. "You're kidding!" SOPMOD blurted out with a big dumb grin as she leapt out of her chair and tossed her magazine aside, "T-Dolls named after World War 2 era warships and fitted with miniature naval artillery..." she thought aloud in awe while she excitedly scampered all around Laffey, "And torpedoes too!" she squealed as she bent forward to eye up Laffey's weaponry while twisting it this way and that to get a more thorough examination. Catching herself partway through, she scrambled back to her seat with an eccentric giggle. "Whoops! What am I doing? I forgot to introduce myself!"

"T-Doll designation: M4 SOPMOD II, here representing Grifon & Kryuger Private Military Contractor!" she said with learned pride, "Who are you pretty pieces of tech with?"

Crow @Armoury​

 

[Nightwisher]

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Human. Penelope smirked at the word. She did appear human, that was true. It was strange, being off of the reservation and away from people who knew what she was. Of course, not all of the Quileutes knew that the ancient stories were true. That, for whatever reason, wolf blood ran through their veins. Hell, even the pack themselves didn't know who was a wolf until their first phase. Human. The word repeated in the woman's mind and she couldn't help a small titter.

Penelope's gaze flitted around as she looked at the devastation surrounding them. It was definitely a war. The air was thick with the smell of it too...She already missed the smells of the forest. Her heightened senses didn't really agree with this world at all. It seemed like everything was moving, but in a threatening away, everything was tense. It kept her alert, though, so there was that.

Her bare feet were silent as they walked, and she was careful not to step on anything too sharp. She probably should have grabbed shoes, but going all the way back to her room and all the way back...it was just a chore. There was always the solution of transforming, but then where would she put her clothes? And she wasn't about to rip them... carry them in her mouth? They'd get dirty. Well, this was already a bust.

Penelope Uley
Location: Lab
Interactions: The Force Commander ( GearBlade654 ), John Conner ( darkred )
Mentions: The Red Team ( Sleek )

Spoiler: Current Outfit

Spoiler: Tattoo (Right shoulder)

Color: #FF7F50

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[Crow]

Armoury
Jeremiah GearBlade654

"T... Doll?" Laffey inquired.

"Oh, no, M4 SOPMOD II, we're not T-Dolls," Javelin responds as she takes a notebook out, referring to it, "we're KAN-SEN. Kinetic Artifactual Navy Self En-lore Node."

"I can never remember that..."

"Neither can I! No matter how many times I'm tested."

"Laffey is with the Eagle Union... Javelin is from Royal Navy... our factions are under the alliance Azur Lane... two of many, in fact..." Laffey adds, then instinctively adds a nickname into her speech, "so SOPPO, you're not a KAN-SEN then? You don't run on oil or skid on water like we do?"

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