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

[Blessthismess]

For the better part of a moment, a coldness settled on Noodle's skin. In that split-second, she quickly realized that something was still very wrong- perhaps moreso than before she woke up.
And then, one of the doors off to the side opened.
Out of the sheer plethora of character and creature before her, the one that attracted her attention the most would be this short, stout and cylindrical silhouette. The same one behind those doors.
It would appear that most others' attention centered onto him as well.
As they entered the wide-open room with that telltale air of leadership, her posture seemed to perk up.
The blue figure began to speak above the crowd.
What exactly... was he? The floating hands weren't very human-like, but the non-descript astronaut suit he wore betrayed no detail.
Right. He was still speaking.
Sounded human enough. Noodle would dwell on it later.
Each passing word the captain spoke came as an extra morsel of sense in this... nonsensical situation.
It appeared nobody else here seemed to understand why they were here- just as she longed to know.
In that, Noodle found a bit of comfort.
Nevertheless, it wouldn't improve the situation at hand.
With a bit of pre-context, this captain both introduced this place as well as himself. That was one pressing question answered, atleast.
The ebbing and flowing soreness of her injury aside, the name this short little character introduced themselves as would almost force a laugh from her.
Captain Blue S'Clues.
If it weren't such an alien situation, it would have.
But too many burning questions stayed in her festering and confused mind.
How come these... crewmates found her first? Before her friends? Bandmates?
Did they also 'find' the others in the room as well?
It didn't seem like the worst possible bunch- more friendly faces than not- but why? This was clearly some sort of spaceship.
What were they doing at the scene of her crash? On Earth?
Closing statements from the captain ensued, and the teenager would perk up once more at the mention of any questions. This would be her chance to act first.
Just a few bootsteps over, and the short Noodle would find herself a few feet closer to the captain- just enough to gather his focus.
Those eyes of hers could be felt peering, but not seen.
"Excuse me,"
With a single hand raised, like a schoolchild, the girl finally speaks up with as well-kept of a voice as she could manage given the circumstance. "Where and how- uh- was I found, exactly?" Came her Osaka-ben accent.
She realized that Blue had most likely heard this same question before- a good reason as to why Noodle tried to speak quickly and without incident.

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Cafeteria.
Interactions: Thepotatogod
Mentioning: everybody en masse! again!

 

[Melody or Mark Inkwell]

Liz walked around to hide herself. She didn’t wanna be in a crowd yet. But she found the cafeteria. “Food!“ Liz said, running over to a table

 

[Mirai-chan]

Thomas (Tom) played his guitar like background music in the crowd humming to himself happily.

Hackmon sighed thinking that he had failed at the fact when he heard static, but when he heard a faint growling He seemed worried."Oh.... Yggdrasil."he said sounding worried. He detected his Claw tip and Headed into the Cafeteria not noticing his Hood fell off.

 

[Melody or Mark Inkwell]

“Woah!“ Liz said, Admiring everything in the cafeteria. She really loved food and she was really picky on what she ate

 

[Funnier President]

DIO Brando

As the yellow pill got him his blood (With a straw? What did they take him for, a child slurping juice?!) He simply grabbed the bag of blood. Fresh would have been a treat. But if he had to, this secondhand blood would do.​

"Ooh, can I have some too?" The blue cloaked child with a horn would ask with an excited glow in her eyes, as if wanting to have the same thing as the muscle tower near her. "It smells tasty!

Dio glared at the child who had asked for some of his blood. Removing the straw, he simply chopped down on the blood bag, releasing its contents inside of his mouth. Much too cold. This would only good for trash, not him, DIO!

At least he was rude to the child. That, would always be fun. Slowly removing the plastic from inside his mouth, DIO watched the inhabitants of this strange place mingle like the common folk they were.​

"She claims to be Nero Claudius. The Roman Emperor. Can you believe that?"

DIO had half a mind to laugh out loud. That girl, the Roman Emperor Nero? From what he distantly recalled from his education, Nero killed his own mother, and he highly doubted this girl could kill a stuffed animal. Perhaps she was “high”.[/ISPOILER]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."
As if he need permission to explore this paltry ship. Help the crew? As if he could do just a common task!
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Liz walked around to hide herself. She didn’t wanna be in a crowd yet. But she found the cafeteria. “Food!“ Liz said, running over to a table

DIOs eyes narrowed at this new person. There was a aura around them unlike anybody here…. They felt like…

“|AN ENEMY STANDO USER|”

Dio muttered this aloud as he looked at Liz. Humph. What to do, what to do. They were a danger, if they were truly a STAND user. Disposing of her would be easy, but DIO wanted to know more about her first. Sitting up, DIO began to walk (menacingly) towards Admin

Killing her could come later.

Interactions: Thepotatogod
Mentions: Melody or Mark Inkwell ​

 

[Melody or Mark Inkwell]

“Darn it, no food I like!” She said, the. She saw a strange person walking somewhere so she followed her
Mentioned: Funnier President

 

[Thepotatogod]

Interaction: Blessthismess themagnoliaofutah Bixir Tiguidi Mirai-chan Goonfire Specialist Topless Vagabond Spectre Count Gensokyo darkred

"Like everything else we found in this void, we found everyone here just...Floating around." Captain Blue answered, "It was definitely a surprise that we saw literally anything after a while. Not even stars or asteroids. That's why whenever we see something, we just hoard it in Storage." He says, explaining the mess at the Storage.

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Interaction: Funnier President Melody or Mark Inkwell

The Admin Room was a turn just by the Storage Room. Fortunately for him, it's not heavily guarded. In fact, one could say there's no one there at all. The security camera at the hall near its entrance stared at both DIO and Liz as the yellow clad vampire waltzed fabulously into the room in a rather menacing vibe.

The Room was filled with various screens and consoles. The side panel by the entrance revealing that this place does have WiFi. Not that DIO would need any.

The more curious part of the room was the large table with a holographic map of the ship nearby...

 

[darkred]

Aloy

Thepotatogod

Once again, Aloy made her way back to the Storage looking around for a Tripcaster, a bow and arrow set, sets of seemingly normal looking arrows and a lot more.

Aloy looked up and raised an eyebrow "Anyone seen my weapons?"

She bent down by herself, turning her Focus on, hoping to find out where her weapons were located inside storage.​

 

[darkred]

Leonidas (Fate Version)


Leonidas got his fill on food and looked over at the Roman Empress, Nero and saw the blue crewmate came in.

He looked around at the strange "moving" doors.

He moved toward another door, taking in the view before walking toward the strange doorway Blue entered.

@Potatogod​

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Aurelia Flavius

Interaction: Thepotatogod (Speaking to Nero Claudius, visually searching for White crewmate)​

Seems she's not hard of hearing. The proud blonde acknowledges the fact that she did design it herself. This woman reminded her of a friend she had back in Beacon Academy, a teammate actually, although not an exact copy but the resemblance is somehow there. She frowned upon thought which became visible on her face for a brief moment. Keeping her chin up towards the blonde woman. "I, ughhh--" Before she could open her mouth to speak. She was suddenly interrupted by an announcement from one of the small creatures again. Introducing themselves as the head honcho of the crew. This was a big attention grabber to the girl. There is a leader/captain within these strange crew things, she made it her priority to gather the nerve to reach out and speak on this dwarfed captain. For now, she is chained socially to the blonde woman who assumes her to be some kind of Hometown hero.

"It's umm... A school standard for students to design their own weaponry." No further elaboration was made as she finds that the woman may not even be interested into the details and was only praising the skills she possesses that are the norm in her curiculum.

"Oh No! I'm not a hero! I umm... Just a Huntress, supposedly..." Her eyes stared down onto the floor again with a look of disappointment to herself. It was short-lived however when her eyes began to drift into the crowd. "Where is the egg white thing?" She asked herself losing contact with the white crewmate that she was originally asking earlier. She wanted to change the subject as to at least get a grip of the situation. Floated around in dead space? How in Remnant does that even make sense? She wanted to ask a lot of questions but the blue crewmate was sort of out of her reach and with that many faces asking away also she may have to fall in line.

"Excuse me... mmm-- Ma'am? Madam? Miss? I really thank you for finding my weapon but have you also seen two other boys in brown suits and a girl who wears the same thing I'm wearing? Is it really true we've been floating out in some sort... Void?" Given that the woman has found her belongings, she came to an assumption perhaps the red-dressed woman has at least have a little more knowledge of the place/situation than her, who just awakened with little to no Idea where she just wound up. One thing she can assure is that this is no wild fever dream despite the ridiculousness of it all. It feels real.

 

[Thepotatogod]

Interaction: Blessthismess themagnoliaofutah Bixir Tiguidi Mirai-chan Goonfire Specialist Topless Vagabond Spectre Count Gensokyo Crow

"I'm afraid you were the first woman I've seen wearing such an outfit." Nero answered, shaking her head. "And given that I woke up before you did--I had the chance of taking a good look at everyone--yet alas! There was none."

"Hey, hey. You should be asking that to me, dude." The Blue Captain said, overhearing what Aurelia and Nero were talking about. "Yeah, you lot were floating in space. But no, you were the only one we saw out there." He added onto Nero's answer, "I'm afraid you might be the only one left.

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Interaction: darkred

The doorway that Leonidas walked on through immediately led to a room with a chair on it. This chair appeared to be atop of a pedestal--like a throne, but instead of a good view, it had some peculiar looking devices mounted in front of said throne--and a floating screen to boot.

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Interaction: darkred

Down at the storage, Aloy's weapons would be found at the very top of the pile of junk in the middle of the room. Problem was--said pile was huge. Might take a bit of a parkour to get to that bow.

 

[Specialist]

Interacting with: Thepotatogod Mentions: Funnier President

Location: Dining Hall > Administratorium

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The Astartes looked once more at Kyria, speaking up over the cluster of voices and movement; vox-grill adjusting with a thought as his voice raised comfortably over the noise of the room. “I will be at the ship’s helm. The sooner I may obtain a map of this area of Realspace, we may find a way off this starship. You are welcome to accompany.” Samael concluded; lowering his vox to its default value as he at once began to head to the Admin room from his position in the Dining Hall. He mentally noted the unexplored passage, yet it wasn’t a primary concern. He saw the yellow humanoid head this way, and his index finger idled over the trigger guard of the massive rifle he carried. Out of all the individuals he noted, this being was among the most dangerous.

 

[darkred]

Down at the storage, Aloy's weapons would be found at the very top of the pile of junk in the middle of the room. Problem was--said pile was huge. Might take a bit of a parkour to get to that bow.

Aloy
Medbay


The Nora didn't hesitate and looked up at the pile of junk. She would be so interested in this stuff if she didn't have her own weapons to find in this pile.

Aloy started to climb the pile of junk and started to dig for her crossbow and pile of arrows.

Thepotatogod

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Leonidas the First (Fate Version)
Cafeteria>>??? Door


The former king eyed the seat perched on top where several floating boxes (screens) were blinking on and off. He had no idea what the boxes did or what they typed and all.

He looked up at the floating screen.

Thepotatogod





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[Blessthismess]

Right.
That answer wasn't what she was looking for- but it did clear some things up.
Just as Noodle suspected, they were all as clueless as her- even the ones in charge here.
A moment to dwell on Blue's choice of words; namely that of a certain 'Void'.
So then it would appear the window behind her wasn't defective. It really was empty out there, completely and utterly.
It didn't take long for her mind to come to a couple conclusions- one namely mentioning Purgatory.
Was this it?
Was she dead? Along with all these poor souls?
They could all just be in limbo.
For a second, a cold-sweat worked its way up the teenager's spine, and a nervous lump in her throat had to be swallowed.
This was bad.
Before any more thought could be spared, yet another voice came above the hum and buzz of the crowd- this time, it sounded as though vo-coded.
Idly resting a palm at her injured side, the young girl's head turned to fixate on the source.
It was the hulking, armored man- a skull on the helmet, and ornate roundels decorated his metallic wardrobe.
Noodle silently noted how not even a sliver of skin was visible, yet the being appeared human otherwise.
His movements weren't robotic, and neither was his voice despite the distortion.
Easily the most intimidating figure in the room, and yet Noodle wanted to stay closeby.
Words he spoke convinced her that this one knew most of what to do in a situation like this. The fact that he invited others to accompany him would reinforce her choice- even if it wasn't directed at her in particular.
As he made his way to the far doorway, Noodle evaded and weaved throughout settled crowd and round-tables.
She ended up hot on his heels, though careful to respect personal space of him and those else who may be coming along as well.
The objective was to map out their location in a so-called 'Realspace', and Noodle wanted to be among the first to know.
Perhaps at the helm of this ship, she could figure out a way to send out a signal.
A sign.
A radio message.
An S.O.S.
Anything, honestly. She had to do something to let her friends know about this damned place.

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Cafeteria, entering Administration.
Mentioning: Specialist Thepotatogod
Interactions: Specialist

 

[Thepotatogod]

Interaction: darkred

Climbing on two of the larges boxes in the Storage room, she eventually found the top of the pile where it seems that there were some weapons stored. Aside from her bow and arrows, there's also what seems to be a hilt, and advanced looking handgun, and...A Medieval sword. Huh.

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Interaction: darkred

The screen displayed nothing but a crosshair. Almost like someone was aiming down a crossbow or a scope--something or the other.

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Interaction: Specialist

"In that case, I'll patrol the area past the Medbay." Kyria told Samael moments before the two of them splitted off. Phym, who was a bit distraught at the blonde vampire's action of not sharing his meal, decided to go along with her mother, who was pouting because she didn't get to eat anything tasty at the feast.

But like a good kid, Phym didn't make a scene.

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Interaction: Blessthismess Specialist Funnier President

(not an accurate map of where everyone is)​

Samael would immediately find the map he was looking for moments upon entering the Admin Room. It was projected on the table, as well as the amount of people in the other parts of the ship. There seems to be some people in Reactor, Security, and the Upper Engine, as well as the Weapons area.

Noodle would find several terminals within the Admin. 3 of them in fact, but most of them were just showing the ship's status and whatnot. One of them must be able to send something, right?

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Aurelia Flavius​

Interaction: Thepotatogod (Speaking to Nero Claudius and Blue’s clues)

She felt a sinking feeling in her chest. Her face mortified yet trying so hard not to appear distressed from the fact that she has been isolated from her teammates, that what she called friends. It was first the woman’s confirming that she was alone and there was no one else she described came close. Even with all these colorful cast of strangers surely they would stick out like sore thumbs.

She placed her gloved hand onto her mouth after the blue colored Captain reinforced the woman’s confirmation that she really is alone. For a moment everything around her became deaf in her ears. Surely, by now, they could have found each other. “He told me to stay close to the team...” she murmured to herself. Her breathing became heavier as she grips tighter into her own weapon serving as a staff. With one deep breath she looks back into the blue captian, returning to her serene demeanor albeit with hint of stern in her voice. “May I a-ask? Captain? Sir? “ Taking another deep breath before resuming. “When you found everyone... In this... Space? Were we all just in one area? Or is someone found and brought in every now and then?” Despite the soft spoken demanding questions. She still sounded somehow lacks confidence. The captain came in from earshot. Might as well ask a few questions.

“How— Long have you been here? Who are you working for?” A more personal question in regards to the blue void faring captain. She was going to ask more only to find herself piped down from the realization of how she thinks her questions are uncomfortable to answer.

 

[Goonfire]

Veso looked up from his datapad and cocked an eyebrow when his new companion left the room worriedly. “Hackmon...?” he called after the creature. He was already gone.

Veso stood and paced out into the hall, but lost Hackmon’s trail at storage. There were others present, namely a girl climbing a pile of junk. “Hey, that’s not safe!” he called out. With his datapad, he could see a Corpus shield osprey was present in the room. He activated it, and it emerged from a shallower pile of junk and rose to hover just above Veso’s head. “Here, this proxy can push something down. See anything you want?” His osprey’s feed picked up the familiar Plinx, which relieved him.

Mirai-chan darkred
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After finishing her meal, Ada set aside her dishes and slipped out of the cafeteria without a word, headed for the engine rooms. She was no engineer, but the EMF visualizer in her bag made her more qualified than some.

Using the device, she traced the wiring going to the upper engine, then looked around the room. Someone was in here; she could hear them moving around and working over the hum of the engine. Surely, they also spotted her, with her clacking high heels and light show against the walls.

Thepotatogod

 

[Specialist]

Mentions: Funnier President Melody or Mark Inkwell

Location: Administratorium

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Samael thudded his way into the Administration room of the ship; his eyes instantly drawn to the projection of the star map. Moving over toward it, he took in the separate panel of information that appeared to be displaying everyone else's locations throughout the ship. With a thought, his Auto-Senses immediately scanned and deployed a copy of the map on the upper right side of his helmet's HUD. It was crude, but the live updates from the map would serve as an effective GPS for now. He took a moment to look around the room and spotted the potentially Chaos-humanoid entity along with the smaller frame of a Human female. Bolter still in hand, he wasn't about to report his findings back to Kyria just yet. Something about the yellow-clad man furthered that uneasy disdain inside him the more he continued to observe. Add the young woman into the mix, who all he knew was a Civilian, and it vexed him enough to stay where he was; diverting his attention to the map on the table and keeping the two in his peripheral vision.

 

[darkred]

Veso looked up from his datapad and cocked an eyebrow when his new companion left the room worriedly. “Hackmon...?” he called after the creature. He was already gone.

Veso stood and paced out into the hall, but lost Hackmon’s trail at storage. There were others present, namely a girl climbing a pile of junk. “Hey, that’s not safe!” he called out. With his datapad, he could see a Corpus shield osprey was present in the room. He activated it, and it emerged from a shallower pile of junk and rose to hover just above Veso’s head. “Here, this proxy can push something down. See anything you want?” His osprey’s feed picked up the familiar Plinx, which relieved him.

Mirai-chan darkred
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After finishing her meal, Ada set aside her dishes and slipped out of the cafeteria without a word, headed for the engine rooms. She was no engineer, but the EMF visualizer in her bag made her more qualified than some.

Using the device, she traced the wiring going to the upper engine, then looked around the room. Someone was in here; she could hear them moving around and working over the hum of the engine. Surely, they also spotted her, with her clacking high heels and light show against the walls.

Thepotatogod

Aloy turned when Veso spoke "I'm looking for a bow and arrow up there on top of that junk pile!" The Nora looked back at Veso and nodded "I can see it with my Focus but not sure how far it is up there.

Goonfire

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King Leonadias (Fate Version)
Unexplored door
Thepotatogod

There were these weird markings on the computer, and he didn't understand what it meant. Whatever that meant, it somehow couldn't mean something good right?

 

[Bixir]

• Jack Frost - Cafeteria
• The One Free Man - Cafeteria -> Upper Engines

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  Count Gensokyo
  
  Mentions
  Funnier President Thepotatogod​
  
  
  
  
  Once Makina locked hands with Jack, he vigorously shook her hand, to the point that it felt like she had made contact with a buzzer that gave her a chill instead of an electric shock. He maintained his static smile, though given how the rest of Jack was reacting, that expression was definitely sincere.
  
  Once he finally relaxed his grip, Jack's face took on a thinking look, rubbing his chin with his other hand. "Makina, huh? Mmm... that's a little, uh, boring, ho. Heeee..." That thinking hand snapped its fingers, and his expression quickly followed with an "a-ha!" "Maki-ho! You're Maki-ho, get hee? It's perfect!" Jack let out a raucous laughter, which again reminded the girl that despite its adorable looks, this was a demon.
  
  He pulled her over to an empty table, where they could get a view of everything that played out among the hee-ligans gathered here. As enthusiastic as Jack had seemed upon meeting Makina and every interaction afterwards, now he looked... bored. Dreadfully bored. Most of these people were fatally lame. There was no style here, no flair, ho!... that is, until he spotted the golden tower of flesh and cloth that was impossible to ignore. And just like that, Jack was smiling again, especially when he noticed that Maki-ho was actively trying to avoid looking at him.
  
  He elbowed Makina sharply, like an irritable little brother. "Ehhhh~? Is Tall, Dark, and Golden Boy spookin' ya, ho? He's one-a the only hee-hooligans here worth a damn! Listen, Maki-ho: if you're gonna roll with this cold Jack, you're gonna have to get real cool about a lot of things real quickly, ho!" Before Maki-ho could even give a response, Jack cackled like a bad cartoon villain.
  
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  Goonfire
  
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  themagnoliaofutah Thepotatogod​
  
  
  
  
  Gordon stood by Buck while he continued sipping his coffee. It was good. Really good, actually. Barney had always struggled with the coffeemaker at Black Mesa, and so many years later, not that much had changed. Here, though, he had time to relax with a cuppa joe. It may be among strangers, though Gordon was more than familiar with that feeling. That said, Buck seemed like a good man, and a decent musician at that. Gordon allowed himself to smile.
  
  That smile did not last for long. The arrival of the captain prompted the man to resort to a neutral expression, perhaps even a frown as he furrowed his brow in concentration. He had been with the crew for some time, and their names were still very strange to him. It was one thing to be unfamiliar with the naming conventions of different universes, but Gordon couldn't shake a feeling about the Captain, or the rest of the Skeld's crew. He quickly finished his coffee and placed the empty mug on a nearby table. Already the gears were turning. It wasn't long before the large group began to split up, all without much coordination with one another. That didn't surprise Gordon, though it made him wonder what all of this would lead to. He had been in situations like this before. There was practically a formula to these things.
  
  As much as Gordon enjoyed engaging in these thought experiments, he needed to act, too. He decided to take after the woman in red. She struck attention in more ways than one, and she was heading to the same part of the ship that he was planning on checking. The engines and life support systems were often the first targets in an incident. Given that she seemed to have things in hand, Gordon kept his distance. There was someone else in there with her; one would presume it to be one of the crewmates, but Gordon knew better than to make that conclusion just yet. He gripped his crowbar, ready to move in if she needed his help.
  

 

[Funnier President]

DIO Brando.

As DIO entered the room, his eye was caught on a small panel. Stopping downward, he read aloud

“No…. Wee-Fee?”

A foreign term to him, DIO. Eyes glancing about however, he caught side of a see-through green map. He experimentally swiped a hand through it, and nothing happened. How mundane. Other people seems to have entered the room however, and he, DIO, took note of each one. A presumable man that wore metal armor like knights of old, but with a futuristic touch to them. Of course though, THE WORLD would likely destroy him in seconds. The metal man seemed to be wary of him however, which he should be.

There was another person here however. Another girl, who seemed to be poking around the little glass screens. She insignificant though. He could kill her as easy as a glutinous man shoves food down his throat.

Suddenly, he felt it again. The presence, of a stand user. Perhaps they were the one causing this elaborate illusion. He could see it now how their STAND most likely operated. Like Death Thirteen, seemingly. It placed one inside of an illusion, but it operates while the Stand User is wide awake.

Which meant that killing the STAND USER would most likely free him from here.

Exiting Admin, DIO headed upwards once more in an attempt to find the stand user

Hunting: Melody or Mark Inkwell

Mentioned: Thepotatogod , Specialist , Blessthismess ​

 

[Specialist]

Mentions: Funnier President Interactions: Blessthismess

Location: Administratorium

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All the while, the Astartes tracked the humanoid. When their gazes met, the Space Marine dipped his helmet. Not in a nod, but a challenge as his finger rested idly by the trigger guard of his Bolter. The man seemed entirely oblivious to him as he proceeded to leave the Administratorium; heading a deck above as the minimap began to trace the 'contact' moving North. He didn't exactly know if anyone else here had a vox-communicae device similar to his own- if they would ever recognize what that was for the matter. However, something caught his hearing. He'd heard a distinct sound previously- a pattern of footfalls that almost escaped his audio receptors as they were fairly muted in comparison to the thudding of his boots on the steel floor. He took a few steps forward, turning back slightly and scanning the room until he saw a young girl. Even the map did not have the names of those present; only the icons of the Pill-Xenos were used as placeholders. At the sight of the lithe figure, the Space Marine near-instantly lowered his Bolter to point to the floor as he took his right hand to the grip of the weapon. He spoke up; lowering his vox volume. "'Ave, child. I did not see you follow me in passing. Is there something you require?" He asked, trying to make his voice sound reassuring behind the metallic grumble of the vox-grill. He could at least afford a bit more time to meet the others and perhaps find a way off this barge.

 

[Thepotatogod]

Interaction: Vagabond Spectre Count Gensokyo Bixir Tiguidi Mirai-chan Topless Crow

"Good question." The Blue Captain says, snapping his floating hand's fingers at the blonde's question. "The time we found you lot were spaced out. Which is why the roman blondie over here woke up before you." He says, which earned a glare from Nero. "In every situation though, we found some debris surrounding them which, when we discovered them, appeared to be in some sort of stasis. As in, they're standing on something that wasn't even there kind of stasis." He says, after which, the Blue Captain was asked about how long they've been travelling.

The Captain let out a heavy sigh before speaking, "As I stated before, we work for Mira Space Innovations. Our Vision Mission is to ensure the habitation of other planets and the commodification of space faring cruise ships such as the Skeld for the good and glory of mankind." He explained, "Our current goal is to return to Mira HQ on Earth after the expedition on Polus which was supposed to take 7 days to accomplish." He glanced over at the Cafeteria windows, gazing out onto the void. "It's been 666 Days since our departure from Polus. It's a miracle we survived for this long."

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Interaction: darkred Goonfire

Veso's Drone managed to be in just the right position that Aloy's Bow and Arrow is immediately knocked off of the pile of junk as it was switched on, landing in front of the Door to the Cafeteria with a loud clank--good thing that's a hard bow.

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Interaction: darkred

As Leonidas tapped a button, he would hear a faint beam go off somewhere in front of him and looking out the window supports this--a laser beam shooting off into the void. Perhaps this was an advanced version of a ballista. However, there's barely anything to shoot...

Except for what seems to be a giant rock floating in the screen, drifting slowly in front of the ship's path.

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Interaction: Bixir Goonfire

It seems there was nothing wrong with the engine itself. If anything, it kinda sounds like the hums of the engine is growing softer and softer. Is it running out of fuel? They would remember seeing a red Fuel Canister on Storage just in case.

Not to mention, the wires appear to be connected to a nearby console upon which the fuel is poured from.

 

[Blessthismess]

"Ave, child." Came the man's vo-coder, and suddenly Noodle felt a bit more at ease.
Clearly some sort of soldier- but the hostilities between him and others seemed to end when it came to anybody human.
That was good, atleast.
Well, anybody human except that other man- the one with the odd dress sense? He left the room just as quickly as he came- but not before this brief standoff between him and the armored one.
Almost letting it stop her in her tracks, the teenager still found herself scanning this much smaller room.
Enough to fit the chairs and terminals fit for those controlling this ship, it became very clear to her that they truly were in some sort of outer-space
Regardless, the same word kept repeating over and over in her thoughts: purgatory.
It wasn't more than a few seconds before Noodle had approached the nearest terminal- then Samael called out in his distorted voice.
Feeling safe enough to turn her back to him briefly, the young girl would pause her examination of the screen before her.
Peering at him from over her shoulder, Noodle acknowledged him- even with a bit of a courteous smile.
"Hallo," was her greeting without hesitation, though with a hint of stress behind it.
By the time he'd offered any help, she had already given the bright blue screen another glancing over.
"My intent is to find a- uh... radio? I have friends on Earth who I need to try contacting." Came her initially dismissive reply to his question. It didn't take her long to begin navigating throughout the different screens of a terminal quite effortlessly.
His offer had gotten her to think, however.
Noodle turned around again, this time fully facing the soldier and map that lie before the two of them. "...Actually- uh- did you ever get a full headcount?" She started. "It might be a good idea to know how many of us are stranded onboard."
It appeared to be a good amount- at least a dozen or more of them at a glance onscreen.
An addendum to her statement came in a hushed accent: "I don't get the most trustworthy feeling from that captain, among a few others."

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Admin room.
Mentioning: Funnier President Thepotatogod
Interacting: Specialist

 

[Specialist]

Interactions: Blessthismess Mentions: Thepotatogod

Location: Administratorium > Dining Hall

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Samael listened patiently; careful not to tread over her words as she spoke in between pauses of observation. Her accent was familiar to that of a Germanic decent; expressed by a handful of higher-ranking Imperial officials, both military and civilian from what he remembered. He waited until she finished speaking, and nodded once. “You seek a vox-communicae- a radio. I can help you locate one. As for headcount, the present signature of those who arrived and those Pill-Xenos is.. twenty eight, at least. Perhaps not everyone’s signature is updated to reflect what is on the map.”

He sighed internally. He gritted his teeth at the plight of the young woman, like Kyria and Phym in a way- ripped away from what they once knew, and thrust aboard a place where safety seemed only a false guarantee from their previous domains. When she voiced her hushed distrust, he nodded. “Indeed. There are those aboard this ship that I will watch carefully. No harm shall come to you, or the people of this vessel we can entrust.” Samael concluded, taking a moment to glance around the room. He knew wherever they were, the had to be in nullspace. Furthermore if there was a way to operate the barge, the Captain of the ship was the only one capable- and with that, he turned back to the door entrance leading down the hallway. “Stay close to me; we shall find the Captain and get you a radio. What do they call you, child? I am Samael Mendicles.”

The Astartes, awaiting her reply, already began moving out the room and down the hall to backtrack his path to the Captain. The thing shouldn’t have moved too far, seeing as most of the inhabitants were probably grilling it with questions.