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

[Thepotatogod]

This is it.

The world has ended. And so suddenly too. Hailed by an aurora that can be seen all over the planet–no, all over the universe itself. What happened next is reality itself cracking along with the ground, and as it breaks apart, you find yourself floating in the void. Barely alive, nor close to death. For what felt like years you lay motionless in the void, paralyzed by the sudden end of everything until you start to lose consciousness at the sight of a starship getting closer and closer to your vision...

--{[Prologue]}--
After The End

Regaining consciousness, you find yourself within a metallic facility, followed by the humming of machines and the beeping of technology. You find yourself lying in a soft,blue mattress with a quaint white pillow your head resting on. Staring at the white, cracked ceiling of the facility, you would look around and find that there were other people in the same situation as you are, lying in the bed of some kind of rest room.

You find a circular platform on one side of the room, and a console terminal connected to it. A curious, capsule shaped
Figure in what appears to be an armless astronaut suit with floating hands typing away at the console. It seemed to notice you all waking up one by one.

--{[Pink Crewmate]}--
Not Sussy, but Sweety​

“Oh, hello there!” A sweet woman’s voice came from the astronaut, turning to the figures on the bed, “Thank goodness you’ve come to. I was worried we’re going to have to let Black turn you into rations!” She giggled, despite the horrifying image she just said. You seem to be free to walk around and talk though. "Are you alright though? We've found you all just floating in the void of space!" She asked, informing you of your predicament.

What do you do now...?

--{[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
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
Tiguidi as A Weavile​

 

[R U S T]

The Pyramid Head
Interactions:
Thepotatogod (Pinky the impostor)

Pyramid head arose from the bed, slightly patting it metal pyramid head, then looking at the pink astronaut suit with an intense stare, immediately sending the 'fear' effect to the sussy crewmate as it made everyone picture an image of another astronaut eating them, though if it did try to attack the beast, it would be incredibly hard.


Not only that, but pyramid head himslef semmed to be injured, but that wasn't the case but his daily appearanc, having his skin peeling off and scratched, even having barb wire connecting into his skin deeply,though not much barbwire was inside deeply in his skin, it appeared to be removed by the small astronauts around the new ship he would be in for a while.

He got up from the bed, looking at the wall and grabbed the great knife before dragging it in the floor, still using the spooky effect on others just to cause fesr, he could easily carry it with no difficulty at all. He then began to walk towards the pink astronaut, only taking a few seconds before he towered over the suspicions person.

Once he began to tower over the sussy crewmate, he slightly leaned in to look into her visor too try too see if he saw some sort of face belonging to it, once he saw now face, he grabbed the astronaut with it's free hand as he picked her up like she was some sort of toy for his curiosity and amusementm similar to children when they found fun toys to play with it. The man was definitely confused and didnt knoe where he was and how he got there. Apparently he was found? Huh, he would usauully be hunt down other monsters for his pure amusement, watching their life decay. Though it looked like this was some sort of thanks for removing his hundreds of barbwire material in his back, digging deep into his skin. As he played with the sussy crewmate he was using her like she was an airplane of sorts, the crewmate flying through the air as it was shook constantly.

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[themagnoliaofutah]

Welcoming to the stage... Buck Vernon!

The man blinked awake from his dream, almost immediately raising an arm to cover his eyes. Was - he in a hospital? Or hungover? Or both? His suit sleeve was a little damaged - not full of holes, at least. He imagined the rest of him was the same way. Where was Lee? Where was his guitar? As his eyes adjusted, the memory hit him. The lake - and the Emerald Star, looming over them both like an angry sun. Like an angry god, some Olympian sent to destroy all of creation. He let out a hopeless groan, letting his arm drop back to the bed. Lee had to be dead. Her mind was already a cosmos away when he had found her, she had no way to run or hide from that glow. Another wave of despair washed over him, as he closed his eyes and sat up. Buck ran his hands through his hair, trying in vain to give it some semblance of order, when his eyes fell on the giant monstrosity across the room. "...what the hell?"
R U S T

 

[Thepotatogod]

"Wow! You sure do recover quick! These records show that you wouldn't be walking for days!" The Pink Crewmate says as she stares up at Pyramid Head's Pyramid. Her body let out a squeaky noise as the hulking Pyramid Head grabbed her from the head. "Woah! You're strong, too!" She couldn't help but gigle as the Pyramid Head lifted her from the ground, and soon started to move her around in the air, acting as though the Pink Crewmate was a toy plane. "Wheeee~!" The Crewmate cheered, enjoying the experience.

Bearing witness to this was Buck Vernom, whom the Pink Crewmate noticed, waving a floating hand at the guitarist as if to signify that yes, she is paying attention that someone else is awake.

R U S T themagnoliaofutah

 

[themagnoliaofutah]

"Damn. This really ain't California." Buck's tensed up posture did relax a little bit at this, seeing as the little astronaut lady didn't seem to be in immediate danger. God, he needed a drink. Or food. Or something. A corpse was grabbing onto his arm - he blinked away the memory. Get yourself together, Buck. What are you gonna do next?
"...uh, I don't - do y'all have any coffee 'round here? Hard to think straight without it, y'know."
R U S T
Thepotatogod

 

[Goonfire]

It felt like an eternity, drifting in the endless void with seemingly no sensation. To most, this would be the end—or at least insanity. Ada was intact, and it was the metallic dragging sound that brought her to consciousness. She rolled out of the bed and drew her handgun, expecting some sight not for mundane folk’s eyes. She wasn’t disappointed; a monster with a bizarre metal helmet and a giant sword was the first thing she saw, followed by a giggling pink... thing. Finally, she noticed some man complaining that he needed coffee. His insipid whining, paired with the other strange people and creatures sleeping peacefully on the adjacent beds, implied this was neither a fever dream nor an immediately dangerous situation. “Well this is a stroke of good luck,” she remarked while holstering the gun.

Once the adrenaline wore off, Ada slumped back onto the bed with a groan. The maneuver to defend herself was draining for someone who had been on the brink of death for an indeterminate amount of time. How long had she been adrift, anyway?

Thepotatogod R U S T themagnoliaofutah

 

[Specialist]

Interacting with: N/A [Intro Post] Mentions: Thepotatogod R U S T Goonfire

'Allfather, protect them.'​

It was the only thing he could think before the glass broke against the violet cascading energies of the Warp portal. Where metal should have frozen, it began to corrode and warp as the purple arcs streaked across the bridge where he stood. With reflexes toggling his greave magnets, he rotated with the bridge as the entire ship was seemingly being pulled into the void. Peering down, it was then that his focus shifted to the electric arcs that appeared to be congregating in a slight pattern as they advanced further up the bridge. With an unpredictable gait like hellspawn arachnid legs, he realized they were deliberately heading right toward him. Within the next second, the atmosphere had vented as his suit's EVA system engaged; ignoring the sudden tightening in his chest as his multi-lung activated. There was no time to turn and run, and no time to even lift a foot to step back before the electrical tendrils touched his feet. Immediately, the Marine was hit with a powerful, unholy jolt of electricity that forced his greaves to disengage as his body began to spasm; fighting for control. Yet, the tendrils only tightened their grip as he was pulled into the portal. What should have been silence was not- a horrible bellow of a cackle resonated loudly within his head seeming to echo in the very center of the portal itself. Yet as quickly as he drifted past the event horizon and into the very Warp, a bright flash of light seemed to overcome his vision suddenly; the intensity so sudden it managed to permeate the interior of the helmet before his photo lenses could react. With his consciousness fading, his target-finder formulated a circular lock around a large object moving toward him. With the fleeting thought that, perhaps the Allfather had heard his plea, it was only a blink before darkness overtook him completely.

A flash of light dazzled across his vision momentarily as his photo lenses kicked in and his multi-lung disengaged; instantly the recollection of the prior events shot the Astartes upright from the bed he was on with his titanic frame somehow not outright buckling the bed he found himself in. Swinging his legs to the side and standing up, his gaze darted around the room to observe a variety of figures all seeming to arrive on beds of their own. He should be dead and lost to the Immaterium. Somehow, he was pulled back to Realspace but it wasn't the same. Clearly, this was some strange Apothicarium- devoid of Imperial signals and littanies- and entirely bone white. That was when his gaze landed on the assembly of beings around the room. Most of them were Human, with one of them dressed (as he assumed) to be some covert-type member of the Ordo Assassinorium. His respirator-vox grill, as menacing as it looked, finally reflected the status of his state as his head darted toward the direction of the voice- only to be greeted by what looked like a sentient pink humanoid standing no higher than his knee- before being promptly picked up by a very masculine figure that wore a strange, Ruinous looking pyramid shape for a head. The pill-thing spoke Basic, much to his dismay. Ah, well.. at least it would make conversing easier. He just stared at both of these newfound abominations from his standing position on the farther bed in the room, his mind racing with any possible rationale for why in the Allfather's name he arrived here when he should be quite dead.

 

[Crow]

"Wait, wait, did you just imply you were gonna eat us?" Ben Tennyson raised an eyebrow as he woke up, glad he escaped a tragic fate.

He shook his head for a bit as he looked at the pink crewmate.

"I think I'll be alright," Ben rushed towards the windows, "uh... how far are we from Earth? Or any planet in the Milky Way for that matter?"

Meanwhile, the purple pony princess woke from her slumber in shock. Apparently, she was too excited to pay attention to Pink's words.

"I'm alive! That must means... Girls! We-"

She swiftly looked about.

"Where is everypony?"

She began to teleport all over the place.

"Pinkie Pie? Fluttershy? Applejack? Rainbow Dash? Rarity?"

And before long, she was back in the room she started in as she telekinetically lifted some unoccupied beds.

"SPIKE?"

This excitement morphed into sorrow.

Thepotatogod​

 

[Mirai-chan]

Hackmon had momentarily awoken with a Sorta loud groan and The Quadruple Draconic-like App Digimon Gotten up. He looked around through his hood looking for his fellow other Digimon allies and His partner Rei."Gatchmon? Dokamon? musimon? Where are you guys?"He asked. The hackmon soon noticed a Pyramid-shaped Human picking up a Capsule-shaped Creature, they're probably some sort of new kind of Digimon and then he turned to the tall human who swore and sighed."Where am i?"He asked sounding a bit concerned. He leaped off of the bed and sees an Equine Purple horse Which is a bit odd for him seriously odd and brown-haired human."i am not on the human world."He muttered.

mentions: Crow R U S T Thepotatogod Goonfire themagnoliaofutah

 

[Thepotatogod]

Interaction: themagnoliaofutah Crow Mirai-chan

"Oh, we do have some at the Cafeteria!" Pink says as the Pyramid Head continued to play with the Pink Crewmate, "Protocol says that I shouldn't let anyone out of here without an escort, buuut someone's already there, so it should be fine~" She says, giving Buck permission to move around the ship. "Oh, just make sure you don't wander off too much--Red doesn't like it if you do that~"

"Well, our rations are almost out so..." The Pink Crewmate raised her floating hands in a shrug like manner before Ben rushed towards the immediate windows, asking how far they are from any planet. Ben would only see the darkness of the void, with the notable absence of any stars, galaxies, or even nearby planets. "I'm afraid our navigation systems are on the fritz that, quite frankly, we didn't know if there even are anymore planets!"

"Um, I'm sorry, but we didn't see--or know, anyone with those names that we've picked up." The Crewmate informed the telekinetic pony, who started lifting some of the beds. "And we'd certainly not put them under the beds! Every patient needs to be treated properly."

As the curious looking blue clad creature awoken, pondering where it was, Pink was more than happy to answer his queries. "You're currently at the StarShip Skeld--our current destination, literally nowhere!" She spoke with such cheerfulness that one might think she doesn't have a care in the world. Her hands clapped in joy, "It's amazing how everyone recovers quickly, right, Mr. Triangle Head?" She glanced at Pyramid Head, incorrectly guessing his name.

Interaction: Specialist

As Samael stared at some of the other patients in the Medbay, he would find a curious one horned creature staring back at the even more curious armored menace. A little girl, no older than 10 by the looks of it. Her outfit appears to be made out of an exoskeleton of sorts, a blue cloak layering it.

The girl stared back, tilting her head in curiosity.

Staring alongside her was a woman wearing a similar cloak, but red. Though her stare was more of concern over what the child was staring at rather than a child's general curiosity.

"...They didn't take off your armor?" Finally, the woman spoke, a finger pointed at the obvious mechanical soldier.

 

[themagnoliaofutah]

Thepotatogod

Buck gave a tired but genuine grin, giving the astronaut a thumbs up as he awkwardly stood. "Thank you ma'am - oof." He winced a little at the ache in one knee. Must've hit it or something. He stretched, rolling his shoulders, then loped out towards the cafeteria. He paused for a moment by the door, doing what he hoped was a casual lean against the frame. "And, by the way - y'all wouldn't happen to have a guitar 'round here? Brown, gold detailin' on some of it? I ain't materialistic, but - I've spent a long time with that thing."

 

[Specialist]

Interacting with: Thepotatogod
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Samael's gaze trailed toward the pair, and his eyes lingered on the child. Ensuring not to frighten her, he slowly raised his hands to his head and pulled off his helmet with a hiss of depressurized air, the visor's lenses dimming in deactivation as he tucked it underneath his arm. The Marine's face gave off the impression of being no older than his mid-fourties; a fair skinned and weathered complexion set against a head of short, black tapered hair and light hazel eyes. Up above his right brow seemed to be two golden studs implanted into his head, being the only remarkable features at present. The man spoke up in a calm, composed Imperial accented voice as he addressed the woman with a stoic expression. "This armor does not come off easily, Civilian. Where are you two from? What is on her head?" His eyes darted uneasily back over to the small girl as he looked back to the woman.

 

[Topless]

Spongebob woke up with a loud yawn and a scratch on the back. The first thing he will notice is that he is no longer his bedroom when the world had ended...while he was asleep. "Huh? Where am I? This isn't my bedroom." He asked as he looked around and noticed that there are a lot of big people around. "Am I dreaming right now? Maybe if I pinch myself then I'll surely wake up." He spoke to himself and then he pinches his side with a loud scream of pain.

It did not work.

But then comes a pink jellybean like person who is glad that everyone who had woke up are okay. She also mentioned that they found them floating in space, something SpongeBob has no recollection about. Either way, he started listening to every detail...unless he is bothered to.

Thepotatogod​

 

[R U S T]

Pyramid Head
interactions: Thepotatogod (Sussy pinky)

As the others began to wake and panic from the terrgying appearance and vibes that the total beast of a monster gave off, though who wouldn't be panicked from his appearance, it would be odd if someone didn't think he was scary or at least creepy none the less. Though did not stop him from using the suspicious pink crewmate as some sort of airplane as he continued making nosies, not even paying attention to everyon's conversation, all of his short attention span going into the crewmate he was playing with.

Though he abruptly stopped when she called him triangle head, slightly aggrievated as some small steam came out of his helmet, alongside a grunt saying,'NUH UH!' Like a child would when they got into an argument, crossing his arms as he turned his head shaking it, acting like he was mad at his playmate.


"Hmph."

He protested to the bright crewmate, though his attention returned to her when she mentioned more astronaut, violently grabbing her and shaking her in a fast motion like some sort of instrumen, not caring what the others, as he pounted to outside the ship and started to walk out the room, pointing to where the other crewmates were, wanting her to show him, as he held her and ragged the knife with him, she looked like one of those dogs in purses.

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[Crow]

"Well, I don't want to end up in an eat-or-be-eaten scenario," Ben says, "no more planets, what do you mean no more planets? Then that means- no, I can't give up hope."

Ben looks towards Pink, a bit less cheerful as he raises his watch, "I might be able to help with repairs. We'll find a star system somewhere, somehow."

"My friends aren't here?" Twilight asks as she looked towards the windows, placing a hoof on the glass, "then... where could they be? And where exactly did you 'pick me up' from? I'm perfectly satisfied with staying in Ponyville."

Thepotatogod​

 

[Thepotatogod]

interaction: themagnoliaofutah Crow Mirai-chan Goonfire

"Oh it should be by Storage!" The Pink Crewmate Says, "We just stash whatever we find out there that's useful over there!" She told Buck before turning to Ben, who's willing to help with the repairs. "That's great, but are you sure you're feeling good enough to help?" She asked with concern. "I mean, you just woke up and all. I advise some more rest--if you need some." She then turned to the horse, who asked where they're picked up.

"Just outside the ship--the vast emptiness~" Pink explained her answer, "Every so often we'd find some stuff just floating there. Sometimes even creatures! I'm tasked in making sure that you're all in good health--this is the MedBay, after all." She said before she was rudely tossed to the ground by the Pyramid Head, who seemed to let out a grunt as he crossed his arms before practically dragging her out of the Medbay, preventing anyone from asking anymore questions as the Pyramid Head shook her, dragging his oversized blade along.

Interaction: R U S T

--{[Orange Crewmate]}--
A little less Sus than Red.​

"Wha--" The Orange Crewmate was walking down the hall just outside the Medbay when he spotted the Pyramid Head carrying the Pink Crewmate. "What in tarnation's going on here?!" It sounded like a fake western accent. Like some kid pretending to be a cowboy.

"Oh hi Orange!" Pink waved her floating hand at Orange, greeting her fellow crewmate. "The creatures in the MedBay woke up!"

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Interaction: Specialist

"...Europe, The Ashlands." The woman answered with a nod, hearing that the armor may as well be permanent. "It's a horn." She answered as the child went and held the woman's side in a cautious hug, as if being wary of the armored, middle aged man. "She's not human, but she's my child nonetheless." She answered, though realizing that she doesn't have her weapon with her...She'd just have to protect her child on her own.

 

[Tiguidi]

The Pokemon’s eyelids twitched. The last few minutes… hours… days?, were blurry, yet he clearly remembered the image of the world itself cracking and turning into nothingness. He and other explorers have managed to correct time-space shenanigans in the past but this time, it felt… ominously different.

Weavile had been awake for a few minutes now and nearly got up after he felt himself lay on a bed -which definitely didn’t feel like his regular sleeping environment. Hearing unknown voices all around him, however, changed his mind. He’d stay still for now and listen in. Hostile Pokemon would sometimes attempt to capture explorers for whatever reasons so maybe he’d obtain some information if he kept faking his unconsciousness.

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… So they were in space…? And from what he heard, everyone around him seemed confused -not hostile, at least.

Letting out a soft sigh, he opened his eyes, briefly squinting as he adapted to the light after seeing dark for who-knows how long. Opting to keep laying on his back, he raised his claws behind his head to give it some additional leverage. Keeping quiet for the moment, he took the time to observe the other people in the room. The myriad of creatures were very intriguing, though one particular kind greatly surprised him. ’Humans…!? I thought they were just a myth…’

A sudden sense of loneliness washed over Weavile; sure, there seemed to be a few other Pokemon here (although he couldn’t say he recognized their species) but the presence of humans -mere myths, legends, distressed him. Did… Did everything actually get wiped? There was no way… right?

Interactions: N/A, just observing

 

[Count Gensokyo]

A strawberry.

The fruit had been left to rot.

A gardener came to the plant, and noticing that it was thirsty, he began to water it.

The gardener came back day after day, filling the fruit with new life.

But one day, the gardener never returned.

The strawberry quickly withered, and it fell from the vine from which it had been borne.​

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"Yes! Grab it by the horns, Maki-chan!"

Makina saddled up onto her steel steed: a bicycle with crude cardboard "armour" duct-taped on either side. She held an iron pipe in one hand, its tip wrapped up heavily in layers of cloth. A metal wok was fastened to her chest with bungee cord, set up to protect her body from...something.

Mihama Academy, you see, has only six students. When even one of these students grows bored, it runs the risk of upsetting the entire campus' social balance.

Komine Sachi, the pink-haired maid now cheering Makina on, had made all the arrangements for this peculiar event, from the bicycle decorations to the safety measures on the two other girls' weapons. She'd even gone as far as having a horse prepared within five minutes of hearing this very idea being suggested. She hadn't managed to snag the two horses necessary to make this a proper jousting match, but the fact that she had the connections and precision to have even one ready on such short notice was commendable nonetheless.

Earlier that day, Matsushima Michiru, the same blonde scratching her neck under the sweltering summer heat, had been brainstorming extracurricular activities the school could adopt that weren't too "big" for a six-person class. After an embarrassing (and painful) match of "locker kendo" with Sachi, an activity Michiru herself suggested, a more viable alternative in the form of a "jousting club" was suggested by their reserved classmate, Sakaki Yumiko. It might have been better to skip over the part where Sachi practiced hypnotism on Yumiko first...that's an entire tale of its own.


"Hey, Sachi, what's this super smelly stuff on the end of our spears?"

"Oh, that? That is a trap that was typically used in 'Nam...ah, I mean, the Vietnam War."

"Soo, what does that mean?" the airhead asked.

"While it won't kill your enemy, it is meant to stop their wounds from healing naturally."

"That's nic--what?! No! I'm asking why you're putting it on the spears!"

Sachi smiled in blissful ignorance as she continued her explanation. "If one's wounds can't heal naturally, then that means they will need to be hospitalised. A lot of injured soldiers will place strains on the hospitals, wearing the army's resources thi--"

"Nonono, not that! Why would you apply something to the weapons that makes injuries worse, after wrapping them up in cloth to keep us from getting injured?!"

Sachi's eyes widened as she let out a bewildered gasp.

"Very true! My apologies! I was just acting out of habit. I'll take it off right now!

"What kind of a routine is that...? What are you doing with your free time?!" Michiru asked incredulously. Part of her really didn't want to know the answer.


"OK, OK, less just start th' fight already!" Makina whined from across the field.


Sachi quickly got to work at removing the outermost layers that were soaked in the waxy substance. The spears had been made more wholesome, but they were still deadly weapons. Not once had any of them considered the risks of pulling something like this off.


Sachi stood between the two competitors on either side of the field.

The maid raised her hand, waving a flag to signal the start of the fight.


"Charge!"

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"He-yaaaaah!"


Makina let out a sonorous war cry as her stubby legs grinded away at the pedals.

"Gweh!" Michiru squealed in surprise.

"Hu hu huu...prepare ta get knocked on yer keester, ChiruChiru," Makina huffed as she eyed her prey with hungry eyes.

Michiru picked her foot up, but she somehow overshot the pedal and nearly tilted the bike over in the process. Makina had more opportunity to pick up speed and close the distance by the time Michiru was ready to peddle. Although Michiru had no idea what she was doing, she sped up—she absolutely did not want to lose.

As the two girls drew ever closer, time began to slow down for Michiru. Makina had seemed like just a blurry dot on the horizon before, but she was growing larger with every passing second. Michiru leaned down into her handles as her legs pounded away at the pedals, her pink steed heating up in anticipation of the oncoming crash.

A single voice rang out inside the blonde's head as her bloodlusted eyes zeroed in on Makina's wok armour: 'Take her down in one shot.'


"HI-YAAAAAAAAHHH! YOUR LIFE IS MIIINE!!" Michiru screamed as she drew her arm back and prepared to thrust the spear. When she looked up, Makina was just a few meters away.


. . .


Suddenly, Makina veered off to the right, completely abandoning the charge.

"Ah! Doggy!"

Stopping dead in her tracks, the pint-sized girl hopped off her bike and started running towards a stray dog who had wandered into the courtyard.

"Wait—! Makina, don't do that—!! Aaaaaayyeeeeee?!"

Not only was Michiru an idiot, but she was also a positive thinker. Therefore, the thought of using the brakes had completely escaped her mind. In her carelessness, she rolled right over Makina's fallen bike and was flung off her own bike.

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"Oh my staaaaaaaaars!"

Like a cartoon villain speeding off a cliff, Michiru's panicked scream echoed out in a decrescendo, finally coming to an end once her hands and shins collided with the rocky ground.

"Habyu!" she squelched.


"Oh no! Michiru-sama, you just went flying seven metres through the air! Are you alright?!"


"Ooooooorrrgh....I....I......I dunno....."


"Alright. Please do not make any sudden movements...you may have broken a bone."

Sachi made her way over to the injured blonde, leaning down to check her injuries.

"Now then, let me check your right foot. Can you move your toes? OK, they're twitching...good. Next is your left foot...now your hands..."

"Hey, am I OK? Am I OK?!"

"I wouldn't say that you're OK in a general sense, but you're OK in the sense that you're physically not injured," Sachi said, giving her some backhanded good news.

"Good to hear..."

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"Please take a look, Michiru-sama. A stray dog has wandered into the courtyard!"

"Y-yeah..."


A blissful smile graced Sachi's face.

"Maki-chan is having so much fun over there, playing with the dog...humans are so foolish in comparison, fighting each other with spears like this. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I'm gonna gitcha, ya little punk!" Makina growled playfully. The stray dog and her ran in Sachi's direction, and once the dog had noticed another couple of people standing there, it stopped to sniff the strangers. Makina laughed loudly as she pounced on the dog, her arms laying across its back.

Sachi placed a firm hand on her chest as she gazed into Michiru's eyes.

"Yes. Fighting is wrong. I wonder why we didn't realise such a simple thing? Peace is best, as the little dog here taught us...if you two kept going and collided, you might have been severely injured. This dog was the one who saved you. If you think about it that way, our encounter with this dog may not have been coincidence, but a matter of necessity...or, in other words, fate."

Michiru's eyes were glazed over in both pain and bewilderment. Makina, meanwhile, was half-paying attention to Sachi's impromptu speech in-between vigorous belly rubs.

"Perhaps...it was God's final warning to us foolish humans, unable to cease fighting."

"Y-ya think?"

"All's well that ends well, eh, Michiru-sama?"

"Y-yeah..."

Makina stood up from her seat on the ground as the dog went over to Michiru and started licking her face. The blonde instinctively held onto the back of its neck for support, causing the dog to lean in and lick her cheeks even more.

"I get the feeling...that tomorrow we can be better people than we were today."

"Yeah, what Sacchin said! Th't sounds mighty nice!"

"Uh...uh-huh?"

"We can be better, yes, Michiru-sama?"

"Y...yeah..."

"I am most impressed that you're 100% satisfied with this conclusion, Michiru-sama. Now then, let's stop fighting and pet this dog, shall we?"



As Sachi leaned in to pet the dog herself, the earth began to rumble and crack.

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Earthquakes were explainable, but the chaotic gradient in the sky? That was another thing.

"Maki-chan!!!"​

Makina could only remember looking up into the great blue beyond before a spine-chilling field of white overtook all three of them.

"Sacchin...?"​

Makina mumbled a name from her open mouth. A stream of drool soaked up the pillow she was stuffed face-down in.

"....Hnnn....nyuuu...."​

Looking up from the pillow, Makina let out a wide yawn and wiped away at the sleepy tears in the corners of her eyes.

As the girl turned her head to the side, she was met with stark white. The same white she had seen before it all ended so suddenly...

Across from the bed she was lying in was a tall woman in red ( Goonfire ), who had shot up her head and pulled a gun out on something. Unbeknownst to her, a small black creature ( Tiguidi ) was resting in the bed behind her.

Seeing the quick unholstering of the weapon brought her back to the times Yuuji had shown her one himself...

But wait, that might have been a real one!

Makina's tiny frame was suddenly seized with panic, and as her line of sight traced the barrel of the gun to its target, that panic transformed into outright terror.

"Hee!"​

Makina could barely let out a squeak as she took in the sight of the horribly disfigured titan ( R U S T ) standing still a few metres away. Her pupils shrank to the size of moth balls, and she instantly covered her head underneath the covers. Her body trembled in abject terror, her mouth only capable of letting out wavering squeaks. She tried to fall out of the bed in an attempt at escape, but she was too overtaken by fear to act. She hadn't gotten the opportunity to see anyone else who was in the room with her, but her vibrating ears caught words of confusion from the others. It seemed like everyone else had been stripped from home, too...


...Where was Ama-nee?

...Sacchin?

...Big brother?

...Chiruchiru?

...Yumi-chan?


She couldn't hear any of their voices, and it filled the small girl with an unspeakable existential dread. Her private world of safety had been completely uprooted, and there was no guarantee that she would ever see any of them again...

It was all too much for Makina to handle at the moment. She sought solace inside the soft whites of the sheets, afraid to so much as peek her eyes out of the cocoon she had built for herself.

Hearing the loud scraping sounds of the butcher's oversized knife dragging across the ground slowly fade away, Makina sat still in her bed.


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[themagnoliaofutah]

Buck gave a small nod, and turned to walk down the hall. Well, he knew where he needed to go - he just had no clue how to get there. Unsure, he just started walking. This place was strange - but he had never been to space before, so he figured that was par for the course. He whistled softly to himself - huh, maybe he had some good songs left in him yet. And he wasn't even fully awake yet. He rounded the corner, hoping to find the storage room.
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[Mirai-chan]

Hackmon walked around a bit and then he looked at pink when she said hi to orange and sighed these odd creatures or Something are kinda weird and noticed a human girl awake he wanted to comfort her and He reminds her of the first time he met Rei, but his main objective is to get to the nearest computer right now. He started walking to Where the pyramid-shaped man and looked up at pink."I have a question where is your nearest computer?"He asked.

The main reason why he was asking because so that he could know about this ship and look on the internet if they have one that is, because this little guy also likes reading online, Whenever Rei isn't around for when he is home alone or something.

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[Goonfire]

The chaos grew as others woke aboard the Skeld. What Ada assumed was a B.O.W. was dragging away that odd medical officer. If its intention was to murder her, the spy was indifferent to that. She simply wanted off the ship. Hijacking it was out of the question. In any case, Ada had no time for sitting around, feeling weak while things devolved around her and the food supply dwindled. She at least needed her bag.

"Storage...?" she mumbled before staggering to her feet again and willing her limbs to cooperate towards the common goal of a steady gait. As for certain others who were asking after lost friends or family... Well, friendship wasn't magic this time, given everyone was probably a lone survivor from their respective homeworlds. There was little she could do for those who made the mistake of getting close to others.

Ada eventually passed the uncertain man in the damaged suit. On her trip to storage, she noticed signs on the walls. Engine rooms were to the left of the med-bay, so she went right instead. The cafeteria walls had a similar sign, pointing towards the admin office and, to her relief, storage.

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At some point before the others had risen, Veso had slipped away and made his own foray into the bowels of the Skeld. Following the signs, he sneaked through storage and over to the communications room, sans his weaponry. He was working hard to sync his datapad with the systems, which seemed incredibly dated. The tech needed to code and install driver software, which may take a while. He stroked his chin, wondering if he could cut corners by modifying old programs for compatibility. Regardless, he felt a sense of urgency to get out a signal to any remaining Corpus units, so they could save him from this primitive, poverty-stricken hell full of odd characters and colorful creatures with floating hands.

 

[themagnoliaofutah]

Goonfire
The singer gave a small, polite wave, managing a smile. On actually seeing the storage room, Buck quickened his walk, half-jogging over to the door to open it for the woman - she didn't seem like she liked him all that much, but it was the nice thing to do, wasn't it? And it didn't hurt to be friendly - who knew how long they'd be in this place, and fool though he was, he knew better than to make too many enemies. Big Jim and his pals had taught him that much. "Here, miss-"

 

[Goonfire]

Goonfire
The singer gave a small, polite wave, managing a smile. On actually seeing the storage room, Buck quickened his walk, half-jogging over to the door to open it for the woman - she didn't seem like she liked him all that much, but it was the nice thing to do, wasn't it? And it didn't hurt to be friendly - who knew how long they'd be in this place, and fool though he was, he knew better than to make too many enemies. Big Jim and his pals had taught him that much. "Here, miss-"

This man who shared a common destination had rushed ahead to get the powered door for Ada. She gave a faint smirk and an entertained snort, her scrutinizing gaze lifting. “I guess chivalry isn’t dead yet,” she remarked before proceeding. His eagerness to help and naivety reminded her of someone she knew.

The storage space wasn’t entirely organized, with some out-of-place odds and ends strewn about. She browsed the contents of the room, taking note of the various items and guessing what belonged to whom. Her eyes landed on the gold-trimmed guitar—big mystery. “Is that one yours?” she pointed out before leaning in to grab her duffel bag, which was only a few feet from the instrument. Dangling from the zipper was a red butterfly charm, the key identifier for an otherwise nondescript black bag.

themagnoliaofutah

 

[themagnoliaofutah]

"Sure as the day's long, miss. This here -" he eagerly picked up the guitar, holding it gently in his arms. "-is my Rose. Ain't she somethin'? Got special made from a friend back in Appalachia, Claude Fox. Helluva player himself. Hope whatever's left of him is doin' okay." A small, sad smile crossed his tired face at seeing the butterfly. "Aw, shucks. Claude and Frankie Lou. She loved those things," he explained, nodding at the charm. "Used to say they were good luck. That thing brought you any luck?"
Goonfire

 

[Goonfire]

Ada listened as the musician reminisced about his guitar and spoke of its maker. “Maybe you’ll play us a song on it sometime,” she replied as she sifted through her bag. Hopefully, none of her gadgets were broken. She paused, considering the notion butterfly charms were good luck. “You could say it has...” She didn’t elaborate, but the mention of luck reminded her of an excerpt from an old report she made:

“Leon's been through worse and always comes up smelling like roses. His consistent luck is part of the reason why I have absolute and unshakable faith in my vision of what's in store for him.”​

Where was that curious agent now? Had that famous luck carried over and someone out there rescued him, as well? She may never know.

With her back turned just enough to keep him in her peripheral vision and the other contents of her bag obscured, Ada produced a compact tool that resembled a gun and activated it, pointing it at a wall. A projection of the wiring behind the wall came into focus on the surface. Perfect, it still worked...

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