FactionGuerrilla
I'll do what I can.
Status: Suspicious
Location: Rec Room
Text Formatting: FF8000 HEX, Trebuchet MS Font
Inventory: E-11 Blaster, Thundergun, M1911 x2, Thermal Detonator, Machete, "Them" phone
Direct Mentions: GM Benedict Cucumberpatch
Indirect Mentions: All in the Rec Room (Eric/Grey CocoaMarshmallow , Lana Sayo-Nara , Sonic Laix_Lake )
Millennium City. Home. He wasn't even sure if "home" was what described the weird new place he resided in, but "Tank" Dempsey sure as hell thought of it as one. Definitely beat running around from zombies, that was for sure. Besides, he had a lot of allies and friends there- A couple really close ones, too. He'd been talking to a few of them before heading back to his comrade J's safehouse to rest up there. Last thing he remembered was going to bed in the dapper god's digs...
...But when he woke up, Dempsey sure as shit knew he wasn't in the warehouse any more. Sure, the nice fancy-shmancy design seemed to be something that might appeal to J, but they weren't there when he went off to sleep. And that jazz music... Not anything that he vaguely associated with J. The Marine slowly pulled himself out of bed, glancing over to a nearby card with writing on it before reading it. He blinked a couple times before muttering to himself.
"'Agent'..? The hell? You aren't behind this, are you J?" The American suspiciously remarked aloud, though quickly dismissed the thought once again the moment he saw a fancy futuristic (at least for World War II) phone marked with "Them" on it. Yeah, J wasn't going to call himself that. Sounded so dumb, anyways. He snatched the phone up before staggering into the bathroom only to find it lined with a lot of gold. Waaaaay too gaudy- Any final expectations that this was J's doing was quashed the moment he saw that, though he scowled when he looked himself in the mirror. Whoever brought him here probably knew what he looked like; maybe it would be smart for him to change appearances, throw his captors off on first glance. It only took him a quick thought of what to change back into before his face morphed into his original look- Ultimis.
"Good to see ya, Tank." He grinned to himself before backing out of the bathroom and seeing something interesting- his old equipment. They were just lying around in the hotel room, waiting for their owner to pick them up. The supersoldier immediately obliged, checking all his weapons to make sure they were fine and not sabotaged. Surprisingly enough, none of them looked damaged one bit; this was, of course, good especially when considering damage to his nuclear-powered E-11 could literally create a giant explosion in his face. The last thing he wanted was his own gun to backfire, after all.
Either way, after being fully loaded and armed to the teeth the Marine was ready to go. He took the weird phone with him before heading out and over to some sort of Rec Room, where a bunch of people and things alike were mingling about- In particular, a trio of furry animals were approached by some ninja-looking guy with super speed. Not one bit of that statement surprised him at all; Millennium had all sorts of people and "freaks" alike, so seeing anyone non-human wasn't a big deal at this point. Besides, if it wasn't snapping at him and trying to eat him, who really gave a damn about what it was?
The soldier frowned before thinking a bit about that dumb phone he was given, leaning back against the wall nearby Eric, Lana, Grey and Sonic as he pulled the phone out. The dumb thing was handed to him (almost literally) on a golden platter; might as well exploit it while he could.
"Let's see what you've got, little guy..." He mused to himself before turning the phone on. The very first thing offered to him were two functions- a "Bank" and a "Scan" feature. The first part was self-explanatory, but the latter caught his interest right off the bat. He instinctively tapped on the Scan button before being prompted to "scan" something in the room.
"You got something to tell me?" He commented to the handheld device before scanning everyone in the Rec Room (including himself!) just so he knew what the hell it was for. And if he had enough time, he'd also make sure to try and sneak in a scan on those agent-looking guards. It was probably a long shot from actually gleaning info on them, but it was still worth something. Besides, if this Scan function turned out to be just some dumb camera, at least he had photos for when he eventually came back to Millennium to show to his buddies. Well, hopefully eventually.