The Mad Queen
Memento Mori. Unus Anus
Markiplier: Rush Valley
"In your terms, the best way I could describe it would be..." He paused. He was dealing with a man from the past, after all and any talk of magic could cause trouble even as they stood in a nation like Xing. He'd listened as Findryt had talked about their targets, and mentioned how that while Alchemy and magic were somewhat similar, there were vast differences between the two. "Another form of Alchemy. From my Earth." Stein said "However, that girl who just passed us."
He took a step forwards and started to whisper "She was on Findryt's list. People to avoid as that dreadful woman had plans for them."
He took a step back and smiled "Mark is in capable hands now."
Three minutes passed before Mark stumbled out of the hospital room, leaning on a makeshift cane. Mei walked beside him, allowing him to lean on her despite her much smaller height.
"That's it." She smiled "Just a few more steps."
Mark had a tired look on his face, but wore a smile as he began to walk away from the healer and stand on his own. Chica ran to his side and he scratched behind her ears.
"Good puppo."
His eyes were drawn to the group, his smile fading "Now does somebody want to tell me what the..."
He noticed Mei in the corner of his eyes "...Heck is going on?"
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Venkman: The Wasteland
"Just credits, mostly. Only places I know different are here...Where they use bottlecaps. And one or two places on Gladius-II." Venkman explained. He reached into one of his pockets and threw Cortova a credit chip "The first of many, I hope."
A Mage stepped up behind Venkman and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Yep?"
"Soon as that Wasteland girl's finished with your stitches, we're going. Council's bound to be pissed off with us as it is, so the longer we wait here..."
"The more bullshitting I need to do?" Venkman asked with a grin
"You?"
Venkman stood to his feet "I'm not letting you folks take the fall for this one. I'm the one who spoke to Vortex and I'm the one who made us go North. And also...I'm the one who's been ordering Brian around." He smirked "So say you were only following me and The Council will, well."
"You're doing this for a reason." The Mage shook her head "I know you, there's..."
He threw up his hands "Alright. Those two come South with us." He pointed at Cortova and Abigail "And we bring her ship. Do we have a deal?"
"Fine. But we leave in five." The Mage scowled "If they're not with you, we're leaving them behind."
Venkman looked over his shoulder at Cortova and winked as the Mage walked away.
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Preston glared at Dallas and holstered his rifle. He wasn't sure if he could trust somebody who enjoyed violence that much in the Minutemen, but then again he had formed an alliance with Raiders and mercenaries of all people.
He brushed it off, but decided to keep an eye on Dallas.
"We're moving out soon."
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The Indian Commander raised an eyebrow "Oh? Well. Any treaty would need to be made with the Indian Empire..."
Listen to him before you bring his Lordship into this
"But I'll hear you out. What sort of treaty did you have in mind?"
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Harley Quinn: Tatsumi-Port Island Train Station
"Yes!" Harleen replied "I'm in the mood for bustin' some heads right now. And of all the ways to get home...This outta be the most fun." A grin crept across her face "Just take us where we needa' sign and I promise to go easy on ya during the gladiator fights." Thepotatogod
Minity: Skyrim
Minity cursed under her breath when Lydia and the Nord woman by her side walked up to her group. Despite her efforts to hide, and get her two Companion friends out without causing a scene they had been discovered.She gripped the sword attached to her waist and started directly into the Nord woman's eyes through her helmet. Sigmund had likely told people to look out for her, but there was a chance that she wouldn't be recognised underneath her armour.
Wanting to avoid a fight, she chose her next words carefully.
"We are on urgent business with the Companions. Move aside. Please."
Magnus Burnsides: Gladius-II
There were still spots on the ceiling, left unpainted in the case of a new nation joining. It caught Magnus' attention for a few moments, especially as he noticed a familiar sight. Neverwinter.
He sighed, telling himself that all he needed to do was make sure that nobody killed Reed during the meeting and then he would get to go home, at least for a while.
There was still a whole planet of people who needed him, and he had to find the people responsible for so much bloodshed.
He looked down, focusing on Reed.
The halls were covered in art, representing each Council nation with statues, portraits and what appeared to be a purple pine tree sitting in a bucket of sand. Magnus could only raise an eyebrow.
"Gravityvale." Ward gave a slight chuckle "It would be easier on you if you didn't question it."
Magnus nodded and walked back to Reed's side, seeing two large doors at the end of the hallway. There were a dozen guards outside, each one covered in head to toe with sleek armour similar in design to medieval knights.
"The Council is in session. You're going to have to wait."
Reed took a few steps forwards and raised a hand, signalling for the group to hold back.
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Karla En-Route to India
"We're gonna need to make a stop first." The pilot said "We have a bunch of wounded onboard that I need to transfer to Diamond City. After that, we're heading straight for Indian airspace."Karla crossed her legs and looked up as the other mercs as the plane took off.
"I'll be in my bunk." She stood to her feet "If any of you want to join me, or something actually important comes up just yell."
She gave the other mercenaries a sly smile, curling her tail slightly as she made her way to the bedroom, shutting the door. She needed space, or something to take her mind off of Vortex.
Flicking through a tablet, she looked at a list of contacts and put it under her pillow with a heavy sigh.
"Gunther, are you there?"
"Obviously."
"What was that thing?"
"I know what you're thinking and trust me, that thing wasn't a child. Not anymore. Might have looked like one but..."
"We've been proven wrong before."
"You mean, you have."
Karla rolled over, curling up into a ball as she tried to fall asleep.
"Shut up, Gunther."
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