Fandom Transgressions -- A Multifandom RP *roleplay thread*

[Stricken Steel]

Eight

Eight takes a seat in the bar and sits his rifle beside him. Basilio had asked him a question and Eight quickly turned to him. "Mercenaries in my world are feared for their ruthlessness and their ability to have a higher chance of completing something than a simple raider. Also, It's how we survive in that horrible Irradiated wasteland we still somehow call Earth. First of all, My nickname is Eight, I don't...really have a name. Secondly, What year is it? Third, How in the hell is Liberty Prime here!?" He asked Basilio quickly.

Logan Walker

Logan chuckled a bit at Garrus's remark and said, "Okay, But we gotta go through the vents. As for..." He stopped as he remembered Rorke killing his father Elias with a gunshot to his head as he and his brother hesh were forced to watch. "...Rorke...He'll get blown to hell. But, We gotta take the vents out, Then steal one of their CV-Twenty-Two Ospreys from out the courtyard. These vents lead up to the roof where we can jump down, Try to go for lethality. We don't want anyone noticing us. Here, I'll give you a boost." Logan's voice seemed to darken after mentioning Rorke's name.

Gabriel Rorke

Rorke walked back to the supply room where he grabbed a PVC pipe and a knife. "Oh, He'll speak after I'm done with him." Rorke said as he picked up what he needed and headed out the supply closet. "Fuckin' smart-ass is what he is..." Rorke grumbled as he carried all his 'tools' to the Interrogation room.

Nanosuit 2.0

Alcatraz had found a way to 'Utopia' and was being careful with every step he walked. First of all, He needed answers to what In the hell is happening or happened. Secondly, He was very pissed and could be easily angered if you messed with him. Many stared at him as he walked, Taking note of the clearly modified Super-Soldier. These so-called 'Taskforce members' reminded him of the CELL people from his world, Always wanting the upper hand in combat whilst trying to take the suit from Alcatraz, Which was close to Impossible.

 

[Potatodude_12]

The Excutioner​

Out of nowhere the executioner would land out of nowhere falling into the ground he was unknown and un-award of the situation that was at stake currently at the moment. He took a second to look around his surroundings. He would groan with a deep voice getting up as his enormous knife helped him up. At the distance he could see a few cars coming his way.

 

[gwenpool]

"Clarice Ferguson," Blink says with a smile, meeting his handshake, "um, a lot of people here like calling me Blink, though." She settled back in the stool, and thought about what he said, picturing the amount of battles and such he must face on a world like that. It was certainly troubling for her to think about... she had faced dire battles on her world, but it always seemed... escapable, in the end.
"Well, looking on the positives like that is a good way to go, I'd imagine, Sergeant," she figured, a sort of sobered, contemplative tone in her voice, "Glad you're getting refuge out of the situation. For some people, that really is the case, finding a better world here than the one they left. To them, leaving behind the sorrows or responsibilities of their old world is worth leaving behind all the good -- personally, I still haven't decided which I like more."

"Well, Eight," Basilio started, momentarily being reminded of when radiation was harrowingly explained to him, by another from a land like that, "er, I think someone said it was 2021 or something like that. I dunno, I get the number confused sometimes. Lot of history I had to catch up on, not to mention crazy new technological advances. As for your friend, he's been here for a good bit of time, a sort of beloved treasure and guardian for Utopia." At that moment a shot of whiskey was delivered silently to him by a bartender -- he didn't ask for it, but the people there knew him well enough. He picked up the glass, and enunciated with the other hand on the table. "We... don't know exactly how it works, but we think the people that appear here, like you did, come from different times, as well as different places. That could explain how your buddy is here as well as you. Hell, there's this girl here, from my world, that lived and died hundreds of years before I was born! It's a damn wildcard."

Garrus could tell Logan was troubled by whoever this Rorke guy was -- this was important to him. He nodded solemnly. "Whatever you need, friend, I've got your back." He was luckily still wearing his armor, the same armor he wore on his stand on Omega where he was blasted to all hell. Hadn't bothered fixing it up, so it still had a huge chunk missing around the chest from where the blast hit. The gun magnetically locked to his side, so he could free up both hands to get up into the vents. Damn Turian armor fashion -- the clunkiness around the torso made it slightly more cramped up here than he'd like. But he twisted back around, poking his head out and holding a hand down to help Logan up. "Say, if you're really wanting to make his day worse, I found a buddy from my universe in here. He's a krogan, an alien that's basically an indestructible, violence-loving planet of crazy brutes. Might be fun."

Urdnot Wrex was indeed in the prison, in the commonplace of the detention center, in a far secluded corner. He stood around, short arms crossed, looking around for anything interesting. Banging his head against a wall or tossing around... really just anyone, got boring after a few days. The other prisoners seemed to avoid him, especially after that last part. Probably smart, most people here probably hadn't seen something like a krogan before. The guards too now seemed to keep an extra eye out on him, getting a little too close if he starts to make a move towards anyone. Wrex was itching for his next fight though, the rage charging up exponentially. Even if he couldn't make it out of here, he could continue to make them suffer for their stupid decision of keeping him. That Turian, Garrus, chirped about escape plans ever since he saw him. Kinda a relief he's being tortured now, that should shut him up for a bit.

A man who seemed particularly ordinary, save for the snow leopard following him around, was checking the marketplace before he would decide to call Ms. Ferguson for the portal back. To work so hard for knowledge, and to be suddenly gifted with a bizarre overload of information that confirmed everything he believed in... was still strange to this day. But now that it was true that other worlds exist, which such a diverse slew of citizens -- his task of helping others find Utopia was the best way to survey this ever-growing variety of otherworldly beings for himself. "Asriel," the snow leopard called to him from his side, "I wouldn't want to remain here much longer. I have overheard whispers about Resistance activities in this area. We should be wise to stay out of the trouble they bring with them." Not wanting to give attention to himself by talking to a leopard, he remained silent, continuing to peruse the outdoor street market as dusk started to settle.

 

[Potatodude_12]

"Clarice Ferguson," Blink says with a smile, meeting his handshake, "um, a lot of people here like calling me Blink, though." She settled back in the stool, and thought about what he said, picturing the amount of battles and such he must face on a world like that. It was certainly troubling for her to think about... she had faced dire battles on her world, but it always seemed... escapable, in the end.
"Well, looking on the positives like that is a good way to go, I'd imagine, Sergeant," she figured, a sort of sobered, contemplative tone in her voice, "Glad you're getting refuge out of the situation. For some people, that really is the case, finding a better world here than the one they left. To them, leaving behind the sorrows or responsibilities of their old world is worth leaving behind all the good -- personally, I still haven't decided which I like more."

"Well, Eight," Basilio started, momentarily being reminded of when radiation was harrowingly explained to him, by another from a land like that, "er, I think someone said it was 2021 or something like that. I dunno, I get the number confused sometimes. Lot of history I had to catch up on, not to mention crazy new technological advances. As for your friend, he's been here for a good bit of time, a sort of beloved treasure and guardian for Utopia." At that moment a shot of whiskey was delivered silently to him by a bartender -- he didn't ask for it, but the people there knew him well enough. He picked up the glass, and enunciated with the other hand on the table. "We... don't know exactly how it works, but we think the people that appear here, like you did, come from different times, as well as different places. That could explain how your buddy is here as well as you. Hell, there's this girl here, from my world, that lived and died hundreds of years before I was born! It's a damn wildcard."

Garrus could tell Logan was troubled by whoever this Rorke guy was -- this was important to him. He nodded solemnly. "Whatever you need, friend, I've got your back." He was luckily still wearing his armor, the same armor he wore on his stand on Omega where he was blasted to all hell. Hadn't bothered fixing it up, so it still had a huge chunk missing around the chest from where the blast hit. The gun magnetically locked to his side, so he could free up both hands to get up into the vents. Damn Turian armor fashion -- the clunkiness around the torso made it slightly more cramped up here than he'd like. But he twisted back around, poking his head out and holding a hand down to help Logan up. "Say, if you're really wanting to make his day worse, I found a buddy from my universe in here. He's a krogan, an alien that's basically an indestructible, violence-loving planet of crazy brutes. Might be fun."

Urdnot Wrex was indeed in the prison, in the commonplace of the detention center, in a far secluded corner. He stood around, short arms crossed, looking around for anything interesting. Banging his head against a wall or tossing around... really just anyone, got boring after a few days. The other prisoners seemed to avoid him, especially after that last part. Probably smart, most people here probably hadn't seen something like a krogan before. The guards too now seemed to keep an extra eye out on him, getting a little too close if he starts to make a move towards anyone. Wrex was itching for his next fight though, the rage charging up exponentially. Even if he couldn't make it out of here, he could continue to make them suffer for their stupid decision of keeping him. That Turian, Garrus, chirped about escape plans ever since he saw him. Kinda a relief he's being tortured now, that should shut him up for a bit.

A man who seemed particularly ordinary, save for the snow leopard following him around, was checking the marketplace before he would decide to call Ms. Ferguson for the portal back. To work so hard for knowledge, and to be suddenly gifted with a bizarre overload of information that confirmed everything he believed in... was still strange to this day. But now that it was true that other worlds exist, which such a diverse slew of citizens -- his task of helping others find Utopia was the best way to survey this ever-growing variety of otherworldly beings for himself. "Asriel," the snow leopard called to him from his side, "I wouldn't want to remain here much longer. I have overheard whispers about Resistance activities in this area. We should be wise to stay out of the trouble they bring with them." Not wanting to give attention to himself by talking to a leopard, he remained silent, continuing to peruse the outdoor street market as dusk started to settle.

The executioner has been traveling for ages now confused as hell and unknown of the situation he was in, he couldn’t blend in with anything for being a 7’2” being with a giant knife dragging all over the place leaving marks on the ground. He would be walking around until he walked into someone he looked down not saying anything just staring.

 

[Scatterbrain]

Activation Wand

Active Sculpt:
None
Archived Sculptfiles:
Aquaman, Batman, Buck Rogers, Captain America, Flash Gordon, The Green Hornet, The Lone Ranger, The Phantom, Sgt. Fury, Spider Man, Steve Canyon, Superman, Tonto

Location: Taskforce Detention Facility
Interactions: Starflight ( gwenpool )
Mentions: Gabriel Rorke ( Stricken Steel )

"Whatever you have to do," Starflight said with a nod, holding a firm stare, "finding that base, and snuffing it out, is our highest priority. As you were." He watched Rorke go before continuing on his patrol. Playing this act would be the death of him, but he was lucky for a large amount of reasons. Lucky his brother and sisters made him play-act all of the history lessons they learned as kids, lucky that no one here could recognize he was still not a full adult, and just saw him as a scary dragon. He was supposed to help stop a war back in his world, be a hero -- here, he was arguably stopping a war, but this didn't feel right. A prophecy-bound hero, justifying torture? But he had to keep this up, for his own good. And maybe he could bring about good change, after all. It's not like any harm comes to those who accept this temporary solution. And they do want to send people back, when a way is found. After walking for some time, he decided to call this patrol short, and went back to his office, where he noticed Cole was also seemingly headed that way.
"Captain," Starflight greeted neutrally, "is there something I can help you with?"

"Just wanted to report a successful mission, sir. Superman has been successfully detained and is currently occupying one of our detention cells. There was an unexpected development, however, when we arrived at the site. It's nothing to worry about but you'll have all details once I write up my report.

I also confiscated this from the target." Cole held up strange device resembling a projector for Starflight to see. "I'm not sure what it is exactly but I'll make it's logged and placed in storage for safekeeping until one of the science boys can take a look at it."

Cole pointed his thumb behind him. "I also passed Rorke on my way here and I couldn't help but notice he didn't look in the best of moods. Is everything okay with him?"

 

[jump.]

NUMBER FIVE

mood

contemplative, tipsy

outfit

here

location

The bar

tags

gwenpool

He didn't respond to the question asked of him. Didn't need to. Chances were, he was the oldest person in this room. And besides, the bartender guy -Dave?- didn't seem to care about how old (or young) he looked.

Five sipped at the vodka he'd borrowed, letting one arm rest on the table in front of him, leaning forward ever so slightly to get a better angle of the place. A couple more people had filed in, chatting amongst themselves. Part of him was tempted to tune in on the conversation, but his ears had picked up on something far more interesting.

The year.

2021.

He was in the future, again. But not his future.

"Thanks for the drink, Dave." The bartender hadn't even set his margarita down on the bar before the teenager had blinked over in a flash of blue, snatching the drink from the guy (insect?)'s hand. He didn't return to his previous seat at the table, instead opting to hop up on one of the barstools.

Mainly so he could tune into the conversations easier.

"I used to eat insects at one point," He commented aloud, eyes flicking up briefly to look at the assortment of alcohol behind the bar. "Cockroaches. I don't recommended eating them, they taste like shit."

He took a sip of his margarita.

"Well, that's good for you." Honestly? Five didn't care that he was butting in on someone else's conversation. This Blink lady seemed to know a fair bit, and he needed information. Might as well ask some questions of his own. "But some of us want to get home." Another sip of margarita. His body felt warm. "Got any ideas? I don't want to return to a third apocalypse, and you seem to know more about this hellhole than most of us." Pause, Five stared into his glass, vision fuzzy.

Christ... His thirteen year old self was such a lightweight.

"'Course I could be mistaken. It wouldn't surprise me if you turned out to be a total idiot, most people are. Gotta-" Shit... When did he get hiccups? Shouldn't have drank so damn fast... "-Take my chances though."

coded by reveriee.

CONNOR

mood

intimidated

outfit

here

location

Utopia

tags

gwenpool

The last thing Connor had been expecting to see was, well, whatever he was looking at. It looked almost like a dog. But it wasn't a dog, because dogs weren't that big. He'd met big dogs before. Sumo, was a big dog. Sumo, wasn't that size.

His LED flashed yellow-red at his temple, eyes fixated upon that animal that was approaching. He didn't know whether to bolt it, or stay.

Curiosity won.

"Yes?" Someone had spoken, it took the android a second to realise it was a person sitting atop the dog, rather than the dog itself. He felt himself reach into the pocket of his jacket, seeking the familiar edges of his coin, fingers ghosting over the edges of the cool metal.

"Yes. Yes, this is Utopia." His attention returned to Korra, eyes occasionally flicking back to Naga out of caution. The more he stared at the animal, the more he realized it was actually... Cute? He hoped that was the correct word to use. "I like your... Dog?"

coded by reveriee.

 

[KaigerGalaxy]

The executioner has been traveling for ages now confused as hell and unknown of the situation he was in, he couldn’t blend in with anything for being a 7’2” being with a giant knife dragging all over the place leaving marks on the ground. He would be walking around until he walked into someone he looked down not saying anything just staring.

Dag had noticed yet another being come to this far-from-peaceful world. Thanking the market owner, he gave them extra and put the fruit he had bought in his bag. The human-disguised Irken began a trek to the new visitor.

The walk was long and the newcomer kept moving. And he was tall, much taller than he was by at least two feet. Dag decided to tag behind the much taller, and scarier, man instead of approach. So now he was spying..

 

[Potatodude_12]

Dag had noticed yet another being come to this far-from-peaceful world. Thanking the market owner, he gave them extra and put the fruit he had bought in his bag. The human-disguised Irken began a trek to the new visitor.

The walk was long and the newcomer kept moving. And he was tall, much taller than he was by at least two feet. Dag decided to tag behind the much taller, and scarier, man instead of approach. So now he was spying..

As the executioner would be walking alongside he would have enough he would life his knife and would cut two people in half like they were pieces of paper, people would go in panic as they watched the horrorfried creature kill more people.

 

[Stricken Steel]

"Clarice Ferguson," Blink says with a smile, meeting his handshake, "um, a lot of people here like calling me Blink, though." She settled back in the stool, and thought about what he said, picturing the amount of battles and such he must face on a world like that. It was certainly troubling for her to think about... she had faced dire battles on her world, but it always seemed... escapable, in the end.
"Well, looking on the positives like that is a good way to go, I'd imagine, Sergeant," she figured, a sort of sobered, contemplative tone in her voice, "Glad you're getting refuge out of the situation. For some people, that really is the case, finding a better world here than the one they left. To them, leaving behind the sorrows or responsibilities of their old world is worth leaving behind all the good -- personally, I still haven't decided which I like more."

"Well, Eight," Basilio started, momentarily being reminded of when radiation was harrowingly explained to him, by another from a land like that, "er, I think someone said it was 2021 or something like that. I dunno, I get the number confused sometimes. Lot of history I had to catch up on, not to mention crazy new technological advances. As for your friend, he's been here for a good bit of time, a sort of beloved treasure and guardian for Utopia." At that moment a shot of whiskey was delivered silently to him by a bartender -- he didn't ask for it, but the people there knew him well enough. He picked up the glass, and enunciated with the other hand on the table. "We... don't know exactly how it works, but we think the people that appear here, like you did, come from different times, as well as different places. That could explain how your buddy is here as well as you. Hell, there's this girl here, from my world, that lived and died hundreds of years before I was born! It's a damn wildcard."

Garrus could tell Logan was troubled by whoever this Rorke guy was -- this was important to him. He nodded solemnly. "Whatever you need, friend, I've got your back." He was luckily still wearing his armor, the same armor he wore on his stand on Omega where he was blasted to all hell. Hadn't bothered fixing it up, so it still had a huge chunk missing around the chest from where the blast hit. The gun magnetically locked to his side, so he could free up both hands to get up into the vents. Damn Turian armor fashion -- the clunkiness around the torso made it slightly more cramped up here than he'd like. But he twisted back around, poking his head out and holding a hand down to help Logan up. "Say, if you're really wanting to make his day worse, I found a buddy from my universe in here. He's a krogan, an alien that's basically an indestructible, violence-loving planet of crazy brutes. Might be fun."

Urdnot Wrex was indeed in the prison, in the commonplace of the detention center, in a far secluded corner. He stood around, short arms crossed, looking around for anything interesting. Banging his head against a wall or tossing around... really just anyone, got boring after a few days. The other prisoners seemed to avoid him, especially after that last part. Probably smart, most people here probably hadn't seen something like a krogan before. The guards too now seemed to keep an extra eye out on him, getting a little too close if he starts to make a move towards anyone. Wrex was itching for his next fight though, the rage charging up exponentially. Even if he couldn't make it out of here, he could continue to make them suffer for their stupid decision of keeping him. That Turian, Garrus, chirped about escape plans ever since he saw him. Kinda a relief he's being tortured now, that should shut him up for a bit.

A man who seemed particularly ordinary, save for the snow leopard following him around, was checking the marketplace before he would decide to call Ms. Ferguson for the portal back. To work so hard for knowledge, and to be suddenly gifted with a bizarre overload of information that confirmed everything he believed in... was still strange to this day. But now that it was true that other worlds exist, which such a diverse slew of citizens -- his task of helping others find Utopia was the best way to survey this ever-growing variety of otherworldly beings for himself. "Asriel," the snow leopard called to him from his side, "I wouldn't want to remain here much longer. I have overheard whispers about Resistance activities in this area. We should be wise to stay out of the trouble they bring with them." Not wanting to give attention to himself by talking to a leopard, he remained silent, continuing to peruse the outdoor street market as dusk started to settle.

Eight

Although Nobody could tell, Eight's eyes were red from stress. "20-2021!? It is fucking 2287 where I'm from. Bombs dropped almost 210 years ago. I need a drink. A whole bottle of vodka If possible." He said as he pulled his hands to the bottom of his helmet. There were a hissing sound and the release of what sounded like a latch or lock. He pulled off his helmet slowly and sat it on the table with a clang.
A large burn scar was on the right side of his face, From when the Enclave officer had shot him in the face with a Plasma Pistol and thought he was dead. Thing is, He was alive and well.

(Reference of Eight, Yes I made it myself.)​

Logan Walker

Logan grabbed Garrus's hand with his own gloved hand and pulled himself up into the vent with Garrus. After Garrus telling him something about an enprisoned friend he asked, "Soo...He's a free meat-shield? Nah, Just joking. Where is he?" The ghost closed the grate back up silently and motioned for the two of them to go forward.

Gabriel Rorke

Rorke put a hand on the lock and unlocked it then opened the door. There was a small pin-like thing that had fallen off the other side of the door. Rorke instantly jumped back...as the Five-second delay quickly passed in the grenade-rig. "Intruders! WE have Intruders!" Rorke shouted as the blast threw him back into a wall, As well as shrapnel everywhere.

Nanosuit 2.0

Alcatraz had found his way to the local bar and opened the door, And not kicked it open. You could see his heavy breathing as his chest expanded and sized back down. His visor locked onto a nearby Television and absorbed all of the Information in an Instant. "Year is 2021, Only 2 years behind." The suit spoke as he walked towards the counter.
He was listening to a conversation not far from him. Something about the technology here being more advanced and such. Actually, Now that Alcatraz was here, His suit was now one of the most advanced things on this world.

 

[KaigerGalaxy]

As the executioner would be walking alongside he would have enough he would life his knife and would cut two people in half like they were pieces of paper, people would go in panic as they watched the horrorfried creature kill more people.

Dag was glad that he had stayed back. This was horrifying and that was the best way to put it. He felt like he needed to leave, to run away and get back to the resistance base, but at the same time, he couldn't move. Then it hit him; This guy would give them the upper hand in this war.

And how was he supposed to even engage the murderer? Dag was a scientist, an engineer, not a soldier or peacemaker! He groaned, trying to think of the best possible way to try and get him on the side of the Resistance.

 

[Potatodude_12]

Dag was glad that he had stayed back. This was horrifying and that was the best way to put it. He felt like he needed to leave, to run away and get back to the resistance base, but at the same time, he couldn't move. Then it hit him; This guy would give them the upper hand in this war.

And how was he supposed to even engage the murderer? Dag was a scientist, an engineer, not a soldier or peacemaker! He groaned, trying to think of the best possible way to try and get him on the side of the Resistance.

As the executioner turned his body he would see the man. He would walk close to the man looking down at him he would lift his knife and stab the ground. He grunted as he spoke quitely,”Bring me to your base human...” he would demand an answer from the small human.

 

[gwenpool]

Starflight curiously cocked his head, observing the object from his distance. "Hm. The interrogation," he referenced after the comment about Rorke, "I didn't expect it to be easy, interrogating a Resistance member. Without that base they would be good as finished, after all. I'll expect we'll both be hearing results soon. ...Regardless, good work today. I look forward to seeing the report." 'Unexpected development' was not usually a good thing, but Starflight felt reassured by the captain's disregard for it. At that exact moment, the dragon heard the sound of the explosion. Shit! "Check that out!" Starflight commanded, and would be following close behind.

Blink found herself confused and a little perturbed by the sight of a 13-year-old in a bar. "I've tried creating portals to locations from my old world, it only took me to this world's version of it," she said somewhat defensively, turning to face the kid while still having Tequila in her periphery, "look, sometimes we just have to accept things for the way they are. Everyone's lives have changed. I, and the others here, are just trying to make the best of it." Maybe she would have that drink now. She held out two fingers to signal Dave, who knew her usual. Blink had come to peace with her new situation for a while -- she could recognize that others may not be as happy, but it's better to give them her believed, harsh truth, rather than any false hope. More brilliant minds have tried to find a solution, after all.

The polar bear dog, as if on cue, bounded forward like a behemoth puppy, stopping only a few feet away from Connor, tail wagging. "Whoa!" Korra exclaimed, almost falling forward as Naga bended down towards the android, tail up in the air and flying about excitedly, "easy, girl!" She settled back in the large saddle, designed back home in the Water Tribe specifically for Korra and Naga's odd pairing. "I think Naga likes you, too." Naga waited patiently for a pet, panting quickly between small whimpers. "We were on our way to check it out for ourselves. I dunno if we'll end up staying, but it would be a nice vacation, that's for sure. I'm Korra." She gave a small torso bow from atop the polar bear dog.

Basilio was silently surprised by the appearance of his heavily-scarred face. "Yea, you need a drink." Dave, as if magically alert, was pretty quick to bring the request drink in its fullest form. "Well, uh, on the bright side, doesn't look like any bombs have hit here yet. No irr-a-di-ation of any sorts, that I'm aware. Just uh... lots of miscellaneous monsters and people with crazy powerful weapons. And me. With a damn axe." He stopped remarking when he saw the armored figure walk in the bar. He kept his cheery demeanor, despite his instant heightened nerves. "Why yes, newcomer, that's our current time we all find ourselves in. Welcome to Utopia."

"Eh. He probably wouldn't mind getting shot at. I think he finds it fun -- Wrex should be somewhere in the commonplace of the prison, with the other prisoners," Garrus spoke as he started his way through the vent. He didn't like the idea of delving deeper into the base, potentially releasing others who may not share their intentions, but if Logan liked the idea of having a wild Wrex running around, seemed good to him.

 

[KaigerGalaxy]

As the executioner turned his body he would see the man. He would walk close to the man looking down at him he would lift his knife and stab the ground. He grunted as he spoke quitely,”Bring me to your base human...” he would demand an answer from the small human.

Dag stood up straight, giving them a salute out of habit. Dag turned on his heel and began to lead the other back to the Resistance. 'This is a bad idea bad idea bad idea-' His thought repeated over and over but he couldn't let them take over.

It was a semi-long walk but Dag did make it back to the base he was stationed. "This is the Resistance base, one of many around the world." He was only a scientist/engineer meaning he wasn't able to let a random new person in. "You will have to wait here while I find the Leader." Dag then entered his passcode before heading through the thick metal doors.

He wandered around the base looking for the leader but to no avail. Instead, he went to look for the next best option Quartz.

 

[Leopard_dragon_Love]

Sebastian Michaelis
At Taskforce base

Sebastian shifted his gaze over everyone in the room. Most didn't pay him any mind. A few curious heads poking up but otherwise nothing. "My, this seems… incredibly boring." The demon muttered. He didn't think he saw a single face genuinely happy to be there. Still, he was not inclined to follow the orders of anyone who was not his young master. So the more military option was out of the question. Besides, he had information to gather.

His gaze settled on a beast on his own. Not a single person seemed willing to approach. Even the guards around him seemed wary, and it intrigued him. He was an ugly beast (not that he was one to talk. But who needs to know that?) like a humanoid toad. In heavy armour. The creature was fascinating, as the demon had never seen anything like it. Or, at least anything like it that was not one of his Kin. He could tell this was no demon by his scent.

He, for one, was not afraid of the beast as everyone else seemed to be. There seemed to be no Grim Reapers about this strange place so he thought he had nothing to worry about. He approached the being, not in the slightest cautious. Curiosity was really the only thing visible on his face. "Pardon me, sir. But if you'll excuse this incredibly rude question. What *are* you?" He didn't know if the beast spoke any languages he knew. Or spoke at all. But he knew pretty much all the languages known to man- old and new.

Mentions: gwenpool -Wrex

 

[Stricken Steel]

Eight

Eight grabbed the bottle of Vodka and said, "Basilio, It's called Radiation. When something is affected by Radiation It's Irradiated. Specifically Nuclear Radiation." The Ranger opened up the bottle and chugged It down like It was water, Then stared at the armored being who walked into the bar.
The Ranger slowly reached for the .357 on his waist as he watched the super-soldier. He was going to be careful in this place, Even If it was supposed to be safe.

Logan Walker

Logan continued to move forward as the grenade trap had gone off when the door was opened. "I wish Hesh were here. He would have fun mowing down these Taskforce basterds with a Minigun and a suit of Juggernaut armor. But If we did that, That would make this world worse than It was already." He looked through a grate into a room of prisoners. "Hey, Garrus! Is this the room?" The ghost asked the Vakarian.

Nanosuit 2.0

Alcatraz had seen the one called 'Dave' give a Ranger a whole bottle of Vodka. He watched the Ranger closely as he reached for his Revolver slowly. Before the Ranger could react he was lifted into the air by his neck. "Don't. Do. That." Alcatraz said with an almost Synthetic sounding but deep metallic voice. The Ranger hit the Nanosuit's hand but to no avail.
The Ranger quickly pointed his Magnum at Man's visor and choked out, "Let...Go...Of...Me." The Ranger could see his own reflection in the red-tinted visor as he choked.

The Doom Slayer

The Slayer continued watching the small place known as 'Utopia'. A place for man and Off-landers alike where they could usually stay in peace, If fights didn't break out. "I am keeping tabs on the empty space around the Fortress. Watching for Hostiles." VEGA said to the Slayer. By Hostiles, He meant Resistance and Taskforce alike, He liked neither of them, But also somewhat like the place known as Utopia.

 

[Lazaro1505]

Quartz the Wayseer

It had been yet another peaceful walk throughout the resistance base... nothing of note occurring during the past few minutes since he has been walking.... and honestly, Quartz enjoyed the peace... it reminded him of home, of his people, of.... now he couldn’t get carried away with nostalgia, he had a new purpose on Earth. This world was like his old, filled with individuals of many other beliefs and shapes... but what he truly hated was how people not born of this world were treated, as mere pests that needed to be controlled as soon as they arrive. While yes, there were some dangerous and hostile individuals out there... it wasn’t their right to judge all of them under guilt and either forced to return to their realm, be locked up behind bars with limited freedom, or forcibly join a militant that was also focusing on capturing and limiting the freedom of these individuals just because of a few misdeeds of some arrivals.

Quartz understood that many civilizations won’t be the one to give up some rather bad memories towards a certain individual or other civilization that had done some wrong towards them, but to be both forcing these people to stay off their own planet was well as making others join them so that they can maintain the advantage against others is something that should be eradicated, not encouraged. Even then, no matter their efforts, they would be labeled as ‘Terrorists’ in the end, and while yes.... some high ranking members of the movement had come to do some rather drastic things and not think of the consequences... he had tried to balance it out with instead of forcing in individuals to join, to merely tell them the truth and allow them to make the choice of whether or not to fight for freedom... as well as calming down situations that would have lead up to a fight otherwise.

Hopefully, with some time and effort, his actions would have a lasting effect upon the world of tomorrow, and he will make sure to bring judgement against those who committed sins against the people of this world while also trying to fight for freedom, because in his eyes, everyone and everything will be judge equally under the eyes of the ‘Elder ones’, but now, he had a much more important task... as a familiar individual came back roaming the halls, as if looking for someone... Dag if he recalled.

He will provide aid to his fellow brother in arms, as he walked forward towards the alien, the tapping of both his feet and staff marking his arrival, and finally said to Dag:


“Brother Dag... what seems to be disturbing you.... as you appear to be searching for something or someone? I will provide my aid if needed, but I must about what you are searching for in order to aid in your efforts as well.”

As the man did a small bow when talking to the alien, as he awaited a response from the Engineer.

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[Leopard_dragon_Love]

Raistlin and Tasslehoff
Somewhere else in the world

Raistlin and Tas set off after the mage finished his tea and put out the fire. Tas occasionally running ahead to 'scout' for danger. Raistlin sometimes would catch up after the Kender would get distracted, and even once the Mage had to stop and wait for the Kender to find him again. After a harsh scolding, Tas skipped and whistled alongside Raistlin.

The young Wizard sighed thinking someone must truly hate him to leave him stuck with Tas. He supposed it was better than being alone. He would be helpless if a group of Draconian soldiers revealed themselves. At the very worst case scenario, Tas would provide a means of escape.

"Say, dont you think those flowers are pretty?" The kender said suddenly, distracted by a small group of white flowers.

Raistlin was quick, though, swinging his staff and hitting the back of Tas' hand. The kender releasing a yelp of pain as he jumped back, shaking his hand. "Do not touch that, you fool!" He snapped, the usual volume to his voice making him cough. When the fit ended, he spoke more gently. "That's stinging nettle. Who knows how long you've had been in pain before we found an herb or people to help." Really, it would have made Tas useless as a fighter, and probably more annoying.

"Wow! Thanks Raistlin! I didn't know!" The kender said cheerily. He got off the ground, seemingly forgetting about the fact his hand now had a light bruise.

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[KaigerGalaxy]

Dag smiled as he came upon the other. "I could not find the leader, so I decided to search for you instead. I require your guidance with another from beyond this world. He could be either friend or foe, but I don't know."

Dag motioned for Quartz to come with him, the human disguise he was wearing being removed and stored in his pak. "The newcomer will be wanted by the Taskforce, no doubt, for he had slaughtered a fair amount of humans before approaching me." The alien wiggled his antennae for a moment, glad to finally be able to move them again.

When Dag reached the door, he hesitated. "Perhaps you should open it.."

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[Lazaro1505]

Quartz the Wayseer

“Another strange individual not from this world? Well, it seems you were wise in seeking me out in order to speak with an potential ally.... now, let us commence our travels.”

The Wayseer spent little time to wait around, heading out as soon as Dag motioned him to follow the Irken to the new arrival. An new potential recruit is not a possibility to pass up at all, considering it would be another person to aid them in their efforts to save the innocents jailed under the watch of the task force and government. But, it was a certain set of words from Dag that caused him to stop in his tracks... as he heard word that the newcomer must have slain some humans before coming across the individual. This...... this was unacceptable... this.... it was like being a deer in the headlights of a car. While sometimes people have to be killed due to certain circumstances.... the way the alien said it, it was like the newcomer had slain civilians before coming across his comrade. No, while of course some people would do things in the resistance that had caught his attention, and he would eventually bring judgement to them... he has never accepted a murder among their ranks, especially one who just killed people in what he guessed was bright day light. The man merely clenched his right fist, as he said to the Irken....

“As much as a potential ally to our cause would be valuable to our efforts.... a murderer is not someone I would accept to our ranks, especially one who has killed humans already. There is no knowing of what they would do next.... and accepting them would make us no different to terrorists, and people would then place the blame onto us instead, which would poison our bond between future recruits, other humans, and also make the government we are fighting against work even more to stopping us. And that is something I don’t want to happen. So, I will politely deny any attempt of hiring the individual to our ranks... while you gather up a security force and keep watchful eye outside. If you see signs of trouble, you are free to commence lethal force against the person. Now, let us continue.”

the man had finished, as he mentally prepared himself to talk to this.... ‘sinner’ about their deeds. While he would want to execute the man right then and there, they had much more frustrating efforts, and he doesn’t want another threat on their hands with their leader out of commission. For now, he will let them live with their sins, and once the leader has returned... he will personally deliver his justice for the innocent souls slain by it. Now feeling as if he was prepared, he inputted the code to the door, as the metal doors open, and saw the first sight of the so caller ‘Sinner’ that Dag had described about during their walk here. A man wearing a large pyramid like helmet was the first noticeable trait of the man, as well as the freakishly long blade that seemed to be covered in fresh blood he wielded... a threat to be sure, and for now, the seer maintained his distance away from the man, just standing outside the door. While his mind was telling him of how to deal with this man, his exterior showed a much more calm and collective person, as he spoke in a calm yet loud enough tone to the ‘thing’.

“So you appear to be the stranger that Dag has been talking about... well, you seem to be such a sight to be sure. And excuse us for the lack of manners... we weren’t expecting a stranger such as you to arrive at our base.... but I do have a question to ask, what purpose do you have seeking out our base? Is it perhaps you have a goal in mind.?”

The man had questioned, making sure to keep both alert and ready to deal with the threat in case they responded back with hostility, and while his ballade may be a threat to be sure, encasing the individual in stone or disabling him with either removing his weapon or freezing him in his tracks. He just made sure to remain as calm as possible when facing this man.... perhaps they were willing to talk more.

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[darkred]

Tech-Com Commander John Connor

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The year was unknown, but he was somehow on another Earth, Modern-Day in fact, but this Earth was extremely strange. This side was involved in some conflict of unknown origin at the moment.
He had to keep moving. Keeping his plasma gun near him hopefully would keep him safe.. for now, he had hoped.

The year was unknown, but he was somehow on another Earth, Modern-Day in fact, but this Earth was extremely strange. This side was involved in some conflict of unknown origin at the moment.
He had to keep moving. Keeping his plasma gun near him hopefully would keep him safe.. for now, he had hoped.

Connor had prepped some fake ids and other things in case others wanted to know who he was. There were no terminators or Skynet in this world yet, he had hoped and yet he still had that fear hanging over his head here.
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[screaming armadillo]

Between adjusting to a new Earth -let alone all the outlandish things happening on it-, her rather secretive work, making acquaintance with a fifty foot robot, trying to dodge imprisonment and even more work, things were a bit hectic for Karoline. Two months since her warp and she was finally both confident and able to test out her homebrew transformative drug. Some might question her willingness to shorten her lifespan -perhaps drastically- out of curiosity, but they weren’t on a planet with warring factions with absurd members that almost make two meter tall humanoid roaches sensible. So you could call this an act of amputating a finger to save the hand.

Unless this batch turned out wrong of course. That would be bad. Really bad actually but Karoline was fairly certain she wasn’t going to die horribly as she injected the transmortive drug into her neck.

The results were instant. Eyes once steel grey now were a vibrant emerald green, enhanced further by the rather odd greying of her sclera that were divided by a number of black lines meeting at the iris. A pair of thick antennae sprouted from her forehead as her jawline was strengthened with a notable layer of hardened exoskeleton. The very same material that now covered her extremities, predominately her forearms which now worked as quite convenient shields. Her hands likewise were covered in an all natural mailed fist while her palms had sealed opening for her secret weapons. All that added weight would be incredibly taxing if not for the enhanced capabilities of her operation. Capabilities now increased if her pronounced musculature was any indication.

With all that going on it only made since for Karoline to be hesitant of the other beings on this planet. Bug folk don't seem to be as popular as the cat people on this Earth after all. So when she accidentally leaped into the path of a pair of fantastical beings she was torn on how to react. Running sounded good, very good actually. Yet these two could be looking for Utopia.

Damn it sucks being a decent person.

Sounding like somebody dissatisfied that she may have just jumped into a boss fight she asked the pair, “Any chance we can talk before you two try to kill me?”

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[gwenpool]

Wrex took a few steps forward, at a pretty quick pace, lurching his head forward at the man that spoke to him. "What," his voice was deep and scowling, not necessarily because of his tone, but due to the shared qualities of krogan vocals, "you got a problem with krogan?" His small red eyes darted up and down quickly, observing this....squishy, that so casually approached what most would avoid. It looked like a human. Humans were annoying. But not necessarily a human? The eyes were kinda freaking him out -- maybe cybernetics or some shit. He knew humans liked to fuck up their faces with it. Whatever it was, he knew it was probably not something he'd encountered before -- lots of impossible things had been thrown at him lately.

"Oh," said Basilio to Eight's comment, completely out of his area, speaking absent-mindedly as he focused on the seven-foot-tall suited figure, "radiation. Got it." The look of the Nanosuit was very off-putting to Basilio, it took him a minute of dwelling before he realized the similarities between this man and the droves of horrifying undead warriors called Risen, which threw his continent into chaos. Yea, damn.... the piercing red about the eyes, muscle-like, greyed detail... it really brought him back to some buried memories of battle. Basilio was mapping out any sort of way this could go as the Nanosuit came closer to them. When Eight was grabbed, Basilio instinctively, and in lieu of any other ways of attack, dove in to tackle it, if anything to try and stave off the death by choking.
"Someone find me my damn axe!" Basilio shouted to any Utopians, knowing full fucking well he had no chance, even probably with his axe, but he wasn't going to let this newcomer Eight take the pain on his own.

"Heh, a little worse would be kind of fun," Garrus remarked, holding one arm against the side of the vent while stopping to scout at what Logan was referring. "Yea, I think this is right," he agreed, "prisoners are let out down here." Garrus only had a few lasting moments in this and the surrounding areas, as it wasn't long before the Taskforce got a little jumpy about a Resistance guy being here. Garrus couldn't see Wrex yet, but they only could see so much from up here.
"What are the chances you think they're already onto us?"

 

[screaming armadillo]

“Indeed it does friend.” The level of confidence did not match Jack’s odds yet he presumed being panicky would not do either of them any good.

No gear. No weapons. No powers. A grumpy tree thing holding hostage a Santa’s sack worth of people and semi-human alien as backup. Yep, things weren’t looking good for anybody unless his partner had something up its sleeve. Luckily the tree thing wasn’t in any rush to dismember him so Jack had a few extra seconds to come up with a brilliant idea. A folly that would have been tree thing’s undoing had Jack been the kind for last second heroics. Taking the bullet for useful people? Jack’s the guy you want. But uh…this wasn’t that at the moment so he was drawing a blank. Better buy more time.

“Well hold on now. You are an ent, isn’t that right?” He only knew this thanks to intel and was pretty desperate that they weren’t wrong, “What if you let those people go and we…uhm…we put up signs asking people to leave your swamp alone?” That confidence he had earlier? It wasn’t present for that last part.

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[Stricken Steel]

Eight

Eight had been dropped down by the Nanosuit wearing man and picked up his Anti-Material Rifle as Basilio Lunged at the creature. The Nanosuit simply lifted Basilio into the air, And seemed to stare at him from behind his visor.
Eight raised the rifle at Alcatraz and pulled the trigger. The .50 Caliber bullet simply shattered against the visor of the Nanosuit. The Nanosuit threw Basilio across the room into a wall, and turned his gaze to the Ranger. Eight got up slowly and put on his helmet. "Hold On...Can we take this...outside?" The Ranger asked as he ran to Basilio's side.

Logan Walker

Logan stared through the grate as Garrus spoke to him. "Chances are...If that grenade is blown, Then they're onto our asses like a hunter chasing a turkey on Thanksgiving." The ghost lifted the grate up slowly and quietly. Logan stared down at the room below and said, "We get 'em, Then we're out. Easy as pie."

Nanosuit 2.0

Alcatraz had seemed to understand. He didn't want to cause any extra casualties so he slightly nodded and walked outside onto the street. But, Due to the Ranger touching his magnum, This had triggered his suit to go into combat mode.
So in a sense, This wasn't really his fault, But the suit forced him to.

 

[Lazaro1505]

Rescue Specialist:
Tequila

Welp... looks like all of his tequila was finished, as the ‘Sergeant’ continued drinking the rest of the golden liquid left within the cup, before putting it back down onto the table and being collected a few seconds later by the Ladybug insectoid Dave. He then removed the arm after the woman, now named Blink had said both her name and her nickname, as he maintained a neutral face throughout the conversation. Well, he kinda felt awful about lying that he wasn’t in the disguise of both an enemy soldier as well as not saying his rank, but hey, at least if someone comes by from his own world asking about someone, they wouldn’t probably recognize him at first unless they know his code name Tequila. So he was safe from others back from his own world, and gets to continue acting as a sort of spy as well... so a win win in his head.

“If I only focused on the negatives in life, I wouldn’t be sitting ‘ere talking to you about it. And yeah, sorta good that I’m out of the situation like that, but leaving my friends and fellow comrades in the Regular Army back in my version of Earth still kinda feels wrong. But there are also some chances of them popping up again since I was brought here by some sort of teleporter, although it was malfunctioning a bit after some damage. Eh, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He answers back in truth this time. He was worried of what’s going back on his Earth, and he would be passing up on not only missions much more but never seeing his friends faces again unless they made a portal. But with people like Marco on their side, he was sure that they could handle themselves if they are missing a single member, no matter how good he is. It just meant that a little bit less prisoners would be found and brought back to safe lines..... yeah, that didn’t sit well for him, so he quickly thought of something else. Thankfully, some sort of ‘kid?’ come up to Blink who seems like he shouldn’t even be drinking at all, but if he recalled some of those weird quote on quote ‘manga’ that one of his Regular army Infantry reads all the time, he might actually be older in both mind and soul, but body..... eh, he doubt that something from a manga would exist, but since it was a different Earth, might as well think about it as a backup idea on who this kid is. But before he could continue thinking about it, some guy in advance armor in a design he never seen, not saying that he had never seen advance armor in person before, but an unknown design had entered the bar.

And that’s when things went for the turn to the worst, as some sort of man was about to take out a revolver, and then with some speed that people back at home had, more than regular old infantry, now out the man in a choke hold by grabbing them by the throat, and the whole bar spurred into action. Tequila instinctively got off the stool and reach for his holster, which was currently holding his Murder.50AE, and was prepared to pull the gun out in case things went badly. Maybe some dissuading would help the situation, as he calmly said out loud to the armored man:

“Woah woah.... just hold up there, don’t want to start a fight. Look, maybe you may have perceived the man in the duster as a threat ma-“

Before seeing Basilio get thrown across the room like some sort of poor enemy soldier in the presence of one of his friends named ‘Ralf’ back home.... he was such a tough cookie that can kill average joes just by throwing them into the air with his martial arts technique. Good thing Basilio is possibly still alive.... and now we’re gonna ‘take it outside’ in the words of the man in the duster. Son of a bitch.... looks like it didn’t work at all, but the ‘Sergeant’ merely gave a sigh, and turned towards Blink, before saying:

“I’m going outside to make sure none of those idiots kill each other when they are finish butting heads. Probably gonna intervene if things go too far... but just watch my back or something, I’m not liking the looks of this..”

As he removed his hand from his holster, now making a sigh as he began to walk outside, forgetting to pay the Bill for the cup of tequila he had but eh, Dave would probably let the first one be free for now. Tequila now waited outside the door, leaning against the wall and waiting for the situation to continue on.


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