Multiple Settings The Voidwalkers (A Post Armageddon Multiverse RP) (Sign Ups Closed)

[themagnoliaofutah]

Thepotatogod Goonfire Bixir
This earned a small chuckle out of Buck. "Hey, if it's good 'nough to sail into the cosmos, it's good 'nough for me. " After a fair amount of trial and error (but mostly error), he managed to make three or four mugs ' worth. With another nod of gratitude to the astronaut, he stepped back into the cafeteria.

 

[Mirai-chan]

Tom Has Sighed and looked at The pill-shaped yellow creature."Well, Wherever the hell I am I really Don't mind, but Sure."He said. He Sighed and Took the bread and Bit out o it, It tasted good, but meh and He then checked his pocket or his flask of Smirnoff but it wasn't there, well Except Susan (Guitar) that is." Is there any Kind o liquor Drink you guys have?"He asked looking at the yellow Pill, Creature Again.
Meantions: Thepotatogod And basically anyone else in that room.

Hackmon Looked Confused."Wait, I there any anyone available to talk to, but her remember about that giant light and then him losing consciousness."I saw that light on earth on Our battle with Rebootmon and Yujin."The draconic Digimon said. He looked shocked and Then sighed."but I'll see I I can get a communication up and running or something."Hackmon said.

Meantions: Goonfire Thepotatogod

 

[Specialist]

Interacting with: Thepotatogod Mentions: Everyone present in the Dining Hall.

Location: Dining Hall​

Making their way past the kitchen area, the Space Marine listened to the two separate conversations. Offering a bag of blood to some Chaos-sounding hellspawn on this ship made him sneer with hatred. Yet, his main attention was soon diverted back to the female, Kyria and her daughter Phym- interestingly, never hearing of interstellar travel. It was clear to Samael that they obviously weren’t from the Imperium; and he imagined the vast majority of people who arrived here didn’t have any interstellar experience at all.

“Well met, Kyria and Phym. I hail from the forty-first Millenia. Much of the Imperium utilizes ships to travel across the galaxy- I would suspect this vessel is similar.” He concluded, moving outward into the dining hall and promptly staring down everyone with a brief glance.

 

[Thepotatogod]

Interaction: themagnoliaofutah Goonfire Bixir darkred Funnier President Vagabond Spectre Tiguidi Crow Mirai-chan Topless

"Oh details, details! What matters is that this wine is just as sweet--if not, sweeter!" Nero stated in an outburst, soon taking chugging down on her own cup of wine, as if to prove that it's safe to drink. "The last of my people's wine is truly splendid." She commented raising her cup. "So drink! Drink, I say!" She proclaimed, directed at Tom who was looking for liquor.

"What, Roman Wine's not your style?" Yellow chuckled, glancing over at the hoodied eyeless man as he looked over at everyone in the cafeteria. "There's a lot more than we thought. Are we sure we didn't pick up anyone else?"

"41st...That's like, 2000 years in the future; my time, that is." Kyria gasped at the realization of when Samuel had came from. "Phym and I came from the year 2086. 21st Century...What's this Imperium like?" She asked, curious on what the future is like. Hopefully better than her future.

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Interaction: Goonfire Mirai-chan

"If you're planning to do that, then I'm gonna have to be here with you." The Blue Captain told the Digimon, who remembered seeing the same cosmic lights he did. Which rang strange warning bells to the Crewmate. "This is Mira property and, as it's current and only representative, I must make sure you don't it."

 

[Specialist]

Interacting with: Thepotatogod

Location: Dining Hall​

He took a moment to look around at the room further; wholly doting on how to respond to such a question. This ‘emperor’ lavished in exquisite taste, and goaded others to indulge in drink. The others didn’t seem particularly fazed about the situation as it was, and the Pill Xenos so far were not much help in general. He rested his Bolter’s stock against his right shoulder joint; barrel downward and at the floor as he turned to glance at Kyria.

“It is not as you would hope. The entire galaxy I come from is in a state of eternal war, and disarray. The Imperium isn’t the only faction in the galaxy. There are vile Xenos factions- Orks, Tau, Necrons, who wish nothing more than to see Mankind eliminated in their own pursuits of control. Chaos, the embodiment of all negative emotion from the various races of the galaxy, manifests itself in four distinct forms that could very much be compared to what I am sure you have heard, as Hell. Demons, corruption- we have been locked in a defensive war since I was born. Others like myself all have different Chapters, some are on planets, and some are in space. The end goal is the same: to protect Mankind at any cost. I apologize if it is not what you wished to hear. There is much more to discuss, but I am afraid it will have to wait. It is quite a long tale from my memory.”

Samael finished speaking, reflecting on the numerous campaigns undertaken to undermine the enemy forces- only to have it undone in days and weeks. Getting out of here, if it truly was Realspace, seems like it wouldn’t result in him eventually finding a way back to his galaxy. For all he knew, the Warp had swallowed him whole and spit him in another dimension- making precision destinations all but impossible.

After a pause, he further turned his head to look down at Kyria, and asked, “Your galaxy. Is it similar, or different?”

 

[Bixir]

• Jack Frost - Medical Bay
• The One Free Man - Cafeteria
• The One Free Man - Cafeteria

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  Funnier President Tiguidi Vagabond Spectre​
  
  
  
  
  This place was getting too spicy, even for him! Jack Frost may be a pot-stirrer, but this pot was liable to... well, punt him across the room, and he had had quite enough of that in his past life, thank you very much! It made things simpler that Sleeping Beauty (copyright infringement pending) had the same idea and was getting the hee out of dodge. If not for how aerodynamic his little body was, Jack may well have done the same thing. Instead, he sprinted across the room as fast as his stubby little legs could take him, until both he and Makina were heading out of the medical bay and into the corridors beyond.
  
  Once they were out of there, Jack slowed down enough for them to talk, though keeping at a brisk pace. The last thing he wanted was to get caught with his pants down like a horror protagonist with a bad haircut. "Say, what's your name, ho? If we're gonna be partners in crime, we'd better get acquainted!" He reached up with a hand for Makina to shake, having that same, static, bright-eyed expression that he had had when he so rudely awakened her barely two minutes ago.
  
  
  
  
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  darkred Goonfire Funnier President Mirai-chan Specialist
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  The man kept his distance from everyone else as they filed into the cafeteria. It was no surprise that there were other strangers to the Skeld, though even he had not expected this many. He remained a fly on the wall for now, keeping by the entrance to the kitchen as he watched everyone else mingle with one another. He had never been much for words, and it served to learn more about the people that he would be spending a lot of time with. They were certainly an eclectic bunch. The Space Marine drew his eye the most. Gordon didn't recognize his chapter, though that did not make much difference for his presence on this ship. He could only hope that he didn't cause trouble if any of the others were of an alien persuasion... at the same time, when trouble inevitably reared its head, he may well be one of the people he could rely on most. Gordon reflexively squeezed the crowbar hanging on the belt of his armor.
  
  At that point, Buck had returned with the coffee. The man turned to him with a smile, offering to take one of them off of his hands. He could use something to calm his nerves. With so many people in one place, it was only a matter of time before an incident took place... heck, if his senses were right, one had already happened in the Medical Bay. Given how this blonde newcomer was carrying himself, he could only surmise that such a person was responsible. Were there already dead bodies?

 

[themagnoliaofutah]

Bixir Goonfire (also everyone in the cafeteria)

Buck shifted his grip on one of the mugs, handing it to Gordon with a small smile on his face. "Hey, at least it's nice that somethin's sorta normal 'round here, huh?" He asked, nodding at the cup of coffee. "And it ain't got - alien sludge, or Vide Noir, or cosmic ash or somethin' like that. I mean, maybe a little too much water, but hey, that's traveling for you." He lifted his own mug to his mouth, taking a small sip. The singer let out a small hum of contentment, feeling a bit less on edge. "...a shame I'll never see the forests again, though. You ever see the woods in winter? Frozen pines all around - like you're in tune with creation itself. It ain't like anythin' else in the cosmos."

 

[darkred]

Aloy
Cafeteria
Bixir Goonfire Thepotatogod

The Nora Chieftain walked over to the others. She wasn't too sure what to think but she wanted to avoid this DIO guy at all costs as she was suspicious in some way. This new spaceship adventure was still all new to her and all.​

 

[darkred]

Thepotatogod
King Leonidas
Cafeteria

Once again in Greek, the former King nodded "I wouldn't turn down a glass of the finest wine. He seemed to be somewhat enjoying Nero's Roman fest she had laid out for everyone.

The former king eyed the others around. There was a human, a man in heavy armor, an odd-looking man (Dio) A woman with red hair, and a few others, along with the small beings who called themselves astronauts.


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[Goonfire]

“Sapa was known to—... Never mind.” Ada sighed under her breath. It seemed there was no talking that chick out of downing the wine, but at least there’d be no more soon enough. She accepted the coffee with a grateful nod. A sip revealed it was... tolerable. She wasn’t ingesting rocket fuel or lead, so all was well, to that end. Afterwards, she helped herself to the feast, taking nuts, a piece of bread, and a small bundle of grapes.

The reminiscing brought back memories. While the spy wasn’t a fan of the wilderness or dirt, there were some places she’d miss. “There has to be a place out there, somewhere. That’s just... probability. I guess we’ll find it and settle it, if it’s out there.” She seemed cool and collected as she said it, her apparent confidence unwavering. ‘Let’s hope my words don’t come back to bite me,’ she then thought.

Thepotatogod themagnoliaofutah

 

[Mirai-chan]

Tom Huffed and looked at nero, Despite him looking like he had no eyes, He can still See."I guess i Could get a Drink of the wine." He sat down and Smiled a bit.

Hackmon nodded."Okay where is this communications device?"He asked. He sounded A bit concerned and curious but then sighed a bit.

 

[Thepotatogod]

Interaction: themagnoliaofutah Goonfire Bixir darkred Funnier President Vagabond Spectre Tiguidi Crow Mirai-chan Topless

"I see...So even if man could get rid of the Aragami, it just gets worse." Kyria sighs with that depressing outlook Samael brought to her. "As I said before, I don't know much about interstellar travel. All I know is that mankind's struggling to fight off against monsters known as Aragami. Which is why people like me exist; The God Eaters." She explained to Samael. "These large cuffs of mine aren't for show, you know. They're proof that I'm just as human as I am Aragami--monsters who fight for the sake of mankind."

"Now that's the spirit, good sir! Falum, pour him a glass!" Nero ordered like that of a king, an arm stretched towards the eyeless man.

"Yeah, yeah." The Yellow Crewmate nodded as he poured Tom a glass of Roman Wine, which tasted sweeter than liquor, but just as delectable. "She claims to be Nero Claudius. The Roman Emperor. Can you believe that?"

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Interaction: Mirai-chan Goonfire

"Right over there." The Captain said, pointing at the computer set nearby with some sort of radio on the desk. "A bit primitive, I know, but radio signals travel far in space."

 

[Specialist]

Interacting with: Thepotatogod Mentions: Bixir

Location: Dining Hall​

As Kyria explained her origins, the Astartes reciprocated a glance found cast his way- a Human, donning a pair of bifocal lenses and clad in a full suit of orange flak armor. All Samael did was offer a nod the man’s way; ensuring that he pledged to assert his alliance to the sake of his statement on Mankind. Partially in part because he could very briefly see the reflexive clutch of the metallic prybar in the man’s hand. He was certain that some would be nervous of his appearance, or even if those may have known of his kin from before. Glancing back to Kyria, he listened to her speak. There were similarities, sure, yet there were some details that nevertheless unnerved him.

God-Eaters? Samael’s brow flicked upward beneath his helmet. He at least understood the plight of Humanity fighting against an onslaught of Aliens hellbent on their destruction- but to simply be one of them, fighting on the side of Humanity? It made no sense as much as it irritated him. However, she was not a species recognized by the Imperium. This ‘Aragami’ threat was localized to her domain, and that was enough for him to stay his final judgement.

“My condolences. To clarify, I believe the Imperium has not seen any evidence of these ‘Aragami’. You come from a different galaxy than I. Regardless, we are here. Perhaps, it is a second chance to succeed where we had failed.”

 

[Tiguidi]

“The Cafeteria…?” Weavile shook his head -of course everyone had to meet and talk about this… situation. He gave a glance at the yellow-clad man. He’d have to keep an eye on him, though from the looks of it, everyone was on guard against him. Letting out a sigh, Weavile slightly lowered his guard. “Well then, Cafeteria it is…”

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“Whoa, nice place.”, the Pokemon commented as he entered the Cafeteria. He could feel his stomach gurgle at the sight of all the different types of food available; he was used to simple meals of meat, fruit and bread but what laid on the table surpassed anything he’s seen, even in an official explorers’ banquet!

Before going too far, however, the explorer took note of the different people that were present -some of which weren’t in the Medbay before. So there were more people than expected, and almost all of them seemed human. How curious.

Seeing as even the aggressive man from before seemed to have calmed down, Weavile helped himself to various meats and fruits that were on the table. Finding himself a vacant spot, he sat down and began to eat in silence, idly listening to the others’ conversations. He heard a few names to associate with faces; interestingly enough, nicknames seemed to be the way to identify people here. Names weren’t as important to Weavile since he could be differentiated from other members of his species by scent -not that two Weaviles in the same room was as common as some might think anyway.

“And here I thought the place I come from was big…”, Weavile said between two bites, overhearing Samael’s tale. “I can’t say I’ve ever been in space before, er, today. Didn’t think it was so vast.”

Interaction: Thepotatogod Mirai-chan themagnoliaofutah darkred Specialist Goonfire Funnier President Bixir

 

[Melody or Mark Inkwell]

Liz Britney (An oc from jjba (Aka me irl (Having her be from irl me before transferring to Jjba universe))) And her stand: Feather Fox
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All Liz could remember before the world crumbled apart, she was having struggles with high school work and writing stories all the same time. As she finished, she got outside and walked around before the ground crumbled right before her. And she knew it was her enemy, Michelle. Michelle stole her friends, her crush, everything. So she looked around and saw no one, not even Michelle. So she fell into the crack that was under her. No. This wasn't how she would let it end.
She jolted up, awake. Jumping up and bringing out Feather Fox. As Feather Fox threw sharp feathers at the bed, destroying it. A loud crash sounded as she was on high alert, now. She looked to where she was at. She knew who sent her here, so she yelled the name out. (Sorry for having a song in it-)

"MICHELLE!! MICHELLE!! YOU ARE A MONSTER FROM HELL!!!"​

 

[Count Gensokyo]

To the people currently in the medbay, they would have seen Weavile disappear in a blur and reappear near the exit in a fraction of a second, a small cloud of dust in his wake. “Whew, I thought I would’ve been slower after that power nap…”, he mumbled, briefly shaking his head before stretching his claws outward.

"Uwah!"
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Such fearsome speed! Wasn't this runt just at the back of the room earlier?! The only time Makina had witnessed such an effervescent display of agility was the episode when TUNAFISH MAN! swam across the Pacific in thirty seconds in pursuit of General Spareribs!

Before Makina could emerge from the underside of the bed closest to the door, she stopped dead in her tracks when faced with the mean-looking black-and-red creature. His claws were bigger than her entire hand...that in itself was giving her plenty of second thoughts. She instead began to scoot back toward the head of the bed, which was placed up against the wall.

Noticing the younger-looking human attempting to run away, he took a step to the side to let her through -if that little display of speed didn’t scare her, at least.

Makina let out a little squeak of disbelief, her loud mouth from earlier now completely clamped shut.

Was he...was he letting her through?

Still, she was a little hesitant. Who was to say the fuzzy guy wasn't going to just trip her on the way out? If he were anywhere on the same wavelength as her, that'd probably be what he was setting himself up to do.

A flash of white appeared in the corner of her vision, and as Makina saw Jack Frost rush towards the exit ahead of her, she saw an opportunity. Makina finally got up from her prone position, and with as much force as she could put into her sleepy legs, she ran behind Jack Frost through the gap Weavile had made.



Makina ran out into the cold chrome hallway—was that the ship's AC, or was it just Jack Frost's, well, frost? Her jaw shifted from side to side all on its own...her uniform didn't exactly provide the best insulation.

She had overheard the li'l spaceman bean talking about the cafeteria. Considering that the direction of the room in question was spelled out right in front of her—CAFETERIA—in bright orange lettering, it couldn't have been any easier to find where to get s'm grub in this place.


Makina looked over to her left. The devious imp was hustling at an even pace away from what he thought was going to turn into an arena pretty soon, same as her. She had to wonder if that girl with the orange hair made it out okay...

"Say, what's your name, ho? If we're gonna be partners in crime, we'd better get acquainted!"

". . ."​

Makina's only response, at least at first, was a look of concern and a voiced exhale.

He reached up with a hand for Makina to shake, having that same, static, bright-eyed expression that he had had when he so rudely awakened her barely two minutes ago.

...What was she looking at right now, exactly? With those beady blacks and static smile, he looked kinda like one of the capsule prizes she'd won back at the supermarket in Mishima Cape...

...Would she ever go back there? Ama-nee...wasn't here to go with her to the store anymore...or cook her food...or hold her hand, huh?

Sure, it might have been a while since Amane last did something that doting—if anything, she was more on the receiving end of some particularly cruel and unusual punishment for her misbehaviour nowadays—but she was even starting to miss that side of her, too.

. . . . . . . .

Sachi wasn't here to wake her up this time.

Michiru wasn't here to horse around and play the fool for her.

Yumiko wasn't here to tease and run away from.


And as Makina continued to stare into this stout white creature's eyes, she felt her body being frozen solid. Not by his wintery aura, but though her own inaction. Now, she had returned to being that frightened lamb who was staring up at a strange man who had just come downstairs.

Makina's eyes drifted to his outstretched hand. She certainly wasn't daydreaming, but something else was causing her to freeze up.

Amane had to prod her into talking back then. She remembered how uncomfortable and nervous the experience had been, and really, the only reason she had done it in the first place was because Amane was going to punish her otherwise.


Makina continued to look over the creature—his appearance. His posture. What it meant to her. What it symbolised.



Home.


For whatever reason, it reminded her of home. Perhaps it was her head trying to find an anchor in reality, but even if it was, that was the image that had come to her. It was the image that would stick with her—a photograph that she would always remember.



...And after a bit of hesitance, she spoke all on her own this time.

"...Makina. Irisu...Makina."​

Makina held out her hand and met the snowman's icy grip. Her handshake wasn't especially firm—Jack was clearly the one driving the motion. She seized up in shock at his cold touch and subsequently giggled at the absurd situation she'd found herself in. How much of her laugh was grounded in an attempt at being lighthearted and how much of it was the beginning of insanity, though, had yet to be seen.

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As Makina stepped into the spacious cafeteria, she found a seat in the top left that was pretty far removed from everyone else. She didn't want to be intrusive or obnoxious, so she decided to stay in inoffensive seclusion. The round table itself, however, was massive. Depending on how many people there were on the spaceship, it was all the more likely that a bunch of strangers would be sitting around her regardless soon enough. Jack Frost seemed attached to her at the moment, so she was expecting him not to be too far behind.

She listened passively to the others' conversations. Spacey stuff, the future...she didn't like alcohol, so that was deh-fun-atly bound to bore her.

“Whoa, nice place.”, the Pokemon commented as he entered the Cafeteria. He could feel his stomach gurgle at the sight of all the different types of food available; he was used to simple meals of meat, fruit and bread but what laid on the table surpassed anything he’s seen, even in an official explorers’ banquet!

Makina's ears perked up. Coming out from the hallway she had just left was the black-and-red fuzzball who had been blocking the doorway. Her eyes followed his gaze toward the room's central table, where she found a smorgasbord of delectable morsels: pastries, meats, veggies, and bread! Oh, and bread, too! Can't forget about bread!

Makina stared longingly from across the room at the tantalising food her eyes were feasting upon, and her dribble grew all the more intense when Weavile sat down on the opposite end of the table. The smell of savory pork and sweet apple filled her with a sense of bliss, and of course, that appetite brought her gaze down to Weavile's steaming plate. Her stare grew ever the longer as those shiny reds watched the creature's every bite.

It seemed like Makina was too busy ogling the meal to notice whom Weavile was talking to—if she had taken in the sight of the behemoth of a man then and there, that appetite might have been stifled.

“You, bring me your finest blood. And if you don’t have any… I suppose your own would suffice.”

That guy.

Makina's shoulders stiffened when DIO brought up his thirst for blood. Cultist, actual vampire, or just plain ol' creepy...it was hard to tell in a weird world like this. Regardless, Makina kept her head down and avoided any eye contact with the violent man. Looking at anyone's eyes was something she was hesitant to do, but his were just going to spell trouble for her, ab-soe-lootily.



Interactions: Bixir Tiguidi
Mentions: Vagabond Spectre Funnier President Specialist
In Cafeteria: Thepotatogod Goonfire themagnoliaofutah

 

[Blessthismess]

"No matter what happens next," The deafening roars.
What the hell was going on?
"Don't be too hard on yourself."
A heat found her face- no- her whole body.
Whose voice was that...?
Crashing of wood and splinter, and suddenly two green eyes shot open.
Sprawled across the ground with legs bent at an unnatural angle, the view before her was exactly as she'd remembered a second ago: devastation, wreaked with bullet holes. The distant sounds of rotor-blades finally seeming to fade off into the distance.
No other choice but to look up, the interior of the windmill above her was slowly crashing down- an inferno of wooden beams and bricks falling in agonizingly slow-motion around the teenager.
Why were they doing this?
Lurching movement overtook the entire structure. Gravity overturned itself, and in an instant she was slammed against the crumbling back wall of this circular, former-building.
A cry of pain was felt, but not heard.
Without any idea what was going on outside, Noodle had regained just enough sense to feel a sensation of falling.

Falling...?

No. She was plummeting. The whole damned island was plummeting out of the sky.
She wasn't gonna get out. Not when diving at three-hundred knots.

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Green eyes shot open, staring straight ahead at the ceiling.
Déjà vu.
What?
No matter how many pertinent questions were idly screaming in the back of her head, they'd been over-powered. Another sense invaded her mind, this one of a searing pain.
It came from her side- she could feel something elastic tighten around her whole waist with the girl's first attempts at movement.
It came clear to her that she was in a bed. The ceiling above was clean- and it smelled of chemicals.
Hospital- that much was clear. Noodle was in a hospital.
She... lived? But how?
Those wide eyes of hers darted around, albeit with a bit of effort.
A scan of her immediate surroundings revealed hospital beds- a couple of which were...hardly beds anymore.
And herself?
A glance down at her own body would reveal a new set of clothes- she didn't remember putting them on, but she knew they were hers. The ones she previously wore must've burnt up in the crash.
Tentative digits would pull up at the bottom of her shirt, revealing striations of pristine bandages wrapped around her mid-section. A bloody spot lay on her side, muffled by the white fabric.
Noodle would double-check the room. Nobody was in here with her- and importantly- she wasn't connected to any IV drips, fluids, or monitors.
In fact, the young girl was... literally just laying there. A dull pain echoed from her side, and Noodle recognized that she must have been put under painkillers of some sort.
With that thought, the same hand would come to gently feel at her face before pressing a palm against her forehead.
Was she thinking straight?

...In all honesty, probably not. The girl had no clue where she was. She didn't appreciate that.

There weren't any buttons or phones to call somebody with, and shouting for anybody didn't feel like much of an option with those heavy doors shut at the end of the room.
No, she needed to get upright and move.
It took effort, but Noodle wasted little time sitting upright. For the first time since before the windmill fell, she'd had a proper perspective on her surroundings.
This place didn't look like any regular hospital. It looked like a set off of one of 2-D's myriad "favorite TV shows." And that odd, machinery hum that came from all around didn't help matters.
Her boots hit the floor, and a rush of dizziness overcame her. Definitely not at a hundred percent here.
First steps taken, and the dizziness actually began to diminish. The soreness didn't.
Noting the odd state of the room, Noodle found herself striding towards the door without so much as a limp- though a hand would have kept prodding and caressing at her injured side.
The doors opened automatically before her, and the sounds of the next room over flooded in.
Lots of voices. Too many to really count- was she missing something?
Adjusting her hair as to conceal her eyes, she rounded the corner and prepared herself for whatever lie ahead.
The myriad of character, both unrecognizable and some very familiar, met her silently shocked gaze. This was clearly some sorta food court, but the people in it were the most varied bunch Noodle had ever seen.
Among them were a few figures she recognized from popular culture, and then there were... a few creatures, which simply didn't seem to be from Planet Earth!
The one window outside revealed a nighttime scene- or at the very least, she could tell it was dark outside. Noodle found that a bit more pertinent than most else.
Without much internal incident, the teenager would go through the very center of the room. Striding on over to the large glass pane, past many tables of figures both shorter and taller than her- and one very heavily armored man, who secretly intimidated the hell out of her.
All these people could be addressed in due time. Right now, Noodle found it most important to gather a sense of surroundings.
A sense of where she was.

What the girl got instead forced more confusion into her stomach- and for no more than two spans of a heartbeat, a lump formed in her throat.

It wasn't a nighttime scene at all.
A double-take forced her to put a hand on the glass.
No, it wasn't anything. Not even a starry sky.
Noodle atleast expected to see a distant skyline- some sort of landmark. But it seemed to be all just... a sky without stars.
Endless depths peered back, and formed an even bigger lump in her throat.
Turning her back to the window, and again towards the room. Intent to scan a few faces once more.
But nobody else seemed to be as outwardly concerned.


Just where the hell was she?

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Cafeteria.
Mentioning: everybody en masse!
Interactions: to be determined!

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Aurelia Flavius

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Mentioned: Bixir Count Gensokyo
Interactions: Thepotatogod

Seems like everything has quieted down for now. Just utter relief for her, she held her breath anticipating the worst. She barely knows these strange people, let alone have the desire to fight them. Everyone was instructed to leave the med bay area which is where she stands in, including the rather tall man who just threw a ship crew staff at her. He brushed by her and she barely glanced over her shoulder to look back at him. She has no idea how she tangled up in this yarn ball of confusion but at least she could have a preparation with her weapon.

"My Emerald Butterfly!" Realizing and calling out the name of her weapon. She patted her waist to be greeted with cold metallic circular discs still belted to her. The pan magazines for her weapon is still with her but the weapon itself is out of sight. She looked around trying to look for the aforementioned weapon, frantically finding nothing. An extra worrying look is now displayed on her face. Luckily she found the white short space crew hopping out of the med bay. Before she could chase them, her eyes diverted back to the silly white clown thing and the frightened little girl. Checking back to the two she did not say a single word just trying to listen to the exchange which was short-lived as the squeamish girl just relocates herself to the assigned area. She stood behind the rather cold grinning fellow, long enough for them to notice she was standing behind her before leaving them with a disappointed yet merciful look in her eyes.

"Excuse me, umm... Ma'am! Can I ask you-- Or maybe any o-of those who you have worked with, have happened to see a gold-colored double-bladed axe? About twice my height? H-has this on its base? It has a tinge of green in some parts." She followed out with the white soft body creature, aligning her pace beside them. Describing an item along with the movement of her hands and showing one of the pan magazines hanging on her sides. It appears to be the standard pan magazine used in older guns but with a tinge of emerald green numbers (Which are 3, 6, 9, and 12) engraved in all four cardinal directions. Before she noticed she found herself in the cafeteria in just a turn on the right.

 

[Thepotatogod]

Interaction: themagnoliaofutah Goonfire Bixir darkred Funnier President Vagabond Spectre Crow Mirai-chan Topless Specialist

"And I, the Imperium." Kyria responded to Samael's condolences, realizing that even that they're both humans, both of them haven't exactly heard of each other. "I agree to that. There are a lot of humans to protect here after all." She said, observing the somewhat tame celebration that's occurring in front of them. Soon enough, she would notice a tiny little humanoid furball speaking to them. It bore black fur, two large claws and what she could describe as red highlights of feather-like fur arranged in a head dress like manner.

"You and me both, kitty." Kyria would crouch in an attempt to pat the creature's head, unsure of its origins. "You and me both." The fact that it's speaking didn't seem to bother Kyria. Phym was barely human, after all.

"Oh you mean this beauty of a tool?" Nero asked, pulling out the exact Axe Aurelia described from under the table, raising it with but one hand. "The craftsmanship on this is quite remarkable, I dare say! I couldn't help but bring it with me from the Storage." She said, placing the axe down beside her. "For a beautiful maiden such as yourself, you must be quite the capable warrior to wield this golden axe. Indeed, I approve of this!" She clapped, clearly impressed.

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Interaction: Melody or Mark Inkwell Blessthismess R U S T (gonna tag you one more time to see if you're still in this)

Hearing the screaming coming from the Medbay, it seems that two Crewmates decided to investigate the noise; the pink and the orange one, entering the medbay doors as they stepped in with their bean-like astronaut feet. The Pink one managed to elude the Pyramid Head's grasp.

"Oh, two more subjects woke up. How wonderful!" The Pink Crewmate spoke with glee. "I see you have broken the bed!" She turned to Liz, who had somehow managed to break the bed--using it as some sort of pincushion for sharp metal feathers that were definitely not in her person.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" The Orange crewmate spoke in a panic.

What Noodle makes of this, who knows.

 

[Tiguidi]

Fortunately, the atmosphere seemed to get more pleasant as time went. The little human seemed less afraid than before, too! Those talks of space were getting a bit boring, though. But on the other hand, considering he was in a spaceship, maybe he should keep listening in and get familiar with, well, space.

“I… what are you doing?”, Weavile spoke with a deadpan expression as he felt one of the humans put her hand on his head, fingers lightly scratching his fur. He didn’t quite resist the motion but the slowly risen eyebrow on his face showed a bit of confusion. “And I’m no kitty, I’m a Weavile. Don’t you have any Pokemon where you’re from.” A pause. “... Er, stupid question. Good to know I’m not the only one bound to a single planet, though.”, he added with a slight chuckle. It should be noted that the Ice-type didn’t step away from the hand petting him. Only to gain the human’s trust. Yeah, that’s it.

Mentions: Count Gensokyo
Interactions: Thepotatogod

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Aurelia Flavius​

Interaction: Thepotatogod

As If on cue, she turned her head back into the crowded cafeteria as a particular woman’s voice raised over with an answer to the whereabouts on her belongings. It was a woman’s voice to be specific. Her eyes quickly scans over the tables and many figures and there it is. Single handedly wielding her one true Emerald butterfly in their hands. It was a young woman in a red dress, appears to be of high position. Is this a huntress? She didn’t appear to be a faunus either. Either way this doesn’t seem to be the average citizen.

“Y-yes that is—“ Quickly walking towards the red dressed woman without finishing her sentence. Who was this woman? How in Remnant did she get her hands on her weapon? Following the the logic of the establishment’s staff. She doubts that this is not a space crew member but another mysterious face along the strangely shaped crowd. “May I?” She reached out for her weapon.

Emerald Butterfly​

Aurelia took the axe into her gloved hands, gently inspecting the golden colored weapon in a proper and thorough examination. Glancing from the actual emerald gem at the bottom, to the textured handle, and to the butterfly patterned blades. Emerald butterfly was in pristine condition. Having no rounds fired judging from the default full load postion that is stuck to number 6. Lastly she stepped back and distanced herself to perform a few fast twirls with the battle axe. Her muscle memory with the weapon confirms that this is no doubt her weapon.

“This is my weapon, emerald butterfly. I’ve been looking f-for this. How did you have this?” Finally letting it stand beside her like a staff. The weapon seems to appear quite larger as if it was designed to be used against bigger things to chop. She couldn’t say anything else as to not be rude to the woman’s presence. They seem to have praised the weapon which gave a shy look to the ground, obviously not used to being praised. “T-thank you... I built it myself...” mumbling the last part.

 

[themagnoliaofutah]

@ everyone in the cafeteria
Buck continued to sip his coffee, taking in just how odd of a group this was. Tall, short, young, old - even what appeared to be a talking animal or two. He pondered on just what the Emerald Star could've done to - change reality like this. Or maybe he was just seeing some things. The doctor's visits had helped, sure, but sometimes he still thought he saw the shadow of the forest witch Louisa in some corner, or in his peripheral vision. But hey, things could be much worse. Any day he wasn't bleeding or black brained was a good one. He finally sat down, picking up his guitar and messing with it a little to pass the time, quietly strumming through chords. Never hurt to keep his hands in good shape.

 

[Mirai-chan]

Tom took the Cup of wine and started Drnking."Aye this wine isn't bad."he said. HE decided to play his guitar for a quick second and took out Susan out of his hoodie pocket.

Hackmon nodded at the captin and he should keep an eye out on the captain, because he seems a bit off to him. He headed to the console and his claw tips extended robotic arms and they went into the system, as he was trying to receive a signal."Come in! anyone, Can you hear me?"He called out through the microphone.

 

[Specialist]

Interacting with: Thepotatogod Mentions:

Location: Dining Hall​

“Gratitude.” Samael said, resuming his stoic, trailing gaze as more people found their way into the dining hall. A fire in his hearts burned brighter than a Battle Barge’s engines; brighter than the stars breaking light though the polarized glass of the capital Fortress ship he was once on. He fumed at himself; irritated that he’d allow himself to slip up and sympathize to a Xenos on behalf of their conflict. Yet, he was quick to remind himself that the Imperium did, if very rarely, find itself in temporary cooperation against a greater evil; namely the Tau and the Necrons in their fight against the Tyranids. Closing his eyes, his vision was immediately struck with the agonizing pain of recovering from his recent implantation; sitting among his fellow brothers in training as the Chaplain towered over them; clad in towering powered armor and speaking with a booming voice that reached all of them equally in the confines of the room.

“Trust in the All-Father’s calling, Neophytes. There may come a time where we may find ourselves in arms with Xenos for the goal of repelling a dangerous foe, or ensuring other missions in benefit of the Imperium. There is a reason we are scrutinized by the likes of the Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy. There is a reason the High Lords of Terra have barred our Chapter’s headquarters of a world, and have labeled us as Renegades. As Imperial Sentinels, we rend aid to Mankind first in any situation- even if it means cooperating with vile aliens to ensure the mission is done. Cooperation, and nothing more. Should you call any Xenos your ally, you will be punished, and if deemed so, executed at trial.”

Opening his eyes, Samael stayed his discontent for now, observing the new arrivals from the medical bay file into the dining hall. Already, there were a handful of individuals that he was going to keep an eye on.

 

[Thepotatogod]

"No." Kyria answered when the Kitty--er, the Weavile told her what it is, asking if there were Pokemon in her world. After which, it realized how stupid it's line of question is.

"I took it from the Storage area as we were gathering the tableware they had procured from my time." Nero answered honestly, handing her the weapon as she thanked her for the compliment, overhearing something about her building it. "Oh hoh, so you're a capable blacksmith as well? Quite the hero you must be!" She proclaimed, just as both Tom and Buck started playing their respective instruments.

Finally, this is starting to sound like an actual celebration.

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Hackmon would only receive empty static as he called out for literally anyone else through the radio. There doesn't seem to be anything out there, not even a stray signal.

Though oddly enough, Hackmon would hear faint growling...What could it be?

"Well, I'll have to leave you guys alone then." The Captain says with a sigh, "I have a crew to take care of. Don't do anything stupid, you two." He said, walking out of the Communications and leaving the two people to their devices.

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--{[Act 1]}--
The Survivors Among Us

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Minutes later, and everyone's finally gathered to the Cafeteria, except of course, the two at Communications, but especially the one who had just woke up and destroyed the bed. Once gathered, the Captain finally makes his entrance.

The Blue Crewmate. Also known as the Skeld's Captain.

"Yellow, when I said you should eat with little miss Red over here I didn't mean have a literal feast in the Cafeteria." The Blue Crewmate said as the Yellow Crewmate turned to the Blue Crewmate. Noting how similar they look--in fact, every crewmate does.

"Hey, not my idea." The Yellow Crewmate shrugged. "But I'm happy to report that everyone from the medbay's here though."

"I know. I just saw two of them in Comms a few minutes ago." The Blue Crewmate turned to the others. "Now then, I know you're all confused. Trust me, I am, too. We never expected to take every one of you in, let alone living beings." He spoke with authority as he glanced around the room. "Now then, everyone, welcome to the Skeld, property of Mira. I am Captain Blu S'Clues. I am honored to make everyone here temporary members of my crew." His hands were clasped behind his back, "If there's any questions, speak them now. If not, well, you can always explore the ship and maybe help our crew in constant maintenance."

You can now explore the ship, or maybe ask the Captain some questions.

The Cafeteria has 3 doors. One leading back to the Medbay's Corridor as well as to the Engines further back, one leading to Storage and Admin, and the unexplored doorway that the Blue Captain just entered from.

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--{[The Cast]}--
Thepotatogod as Kyria Pennyworth and Nero Claudius
themagnoliaofutah as Buck Vernon
Bixir as Gordon Freeman
R U S T as Pyramid Head
Crow as Benjamin Kirby "Ben 10" Tennyson and Twilight Sparkle
Goonfire as Ada Wong and Veso-R
Specialist as Samuel Medecles
Vagabond Spectre as Aurelia Flavius
Topless as Spongebob Squarepants
Count Gensokyo as Makina Irisu
Funnier President as DIO Brando
@Tiguid as A Weavile
Mirai-chan as Hackmon
darkred as Aloy and Leonidas I
Melody or Mark Inkwell as Liz Britney(Sheet PM'd)
Blessthismess as Noodle!​