Enter the Cosmos

[FoolsErin]

King Dedede

"Wait! Don't leave me here!" Dedede frantically cried, following the squid and the green and black goo to the vent, only to see them disappear down wherever it led. Giving the vent a few pitiful shakes before slumping over and pouting, the king lay there like a lump, sitting there like a child who'd received a time out. "I ain't neva gonna get outta here...." He moaned in despair, before hearing the woman's suggestion to use the fire flowers. Perking up a little, the king pulled the power-up from beneath his robe and held it eagerly up. "Haha! Almost forgot I had this here little thing!" He cried, then confusingly looked it over. "Uhh...how do I do what I did with that good for nothin' bee mushroom?"

thatguyinthestore Nightwisher Crow BoltBeam​

 

[DerpyCarp]

Midgardsormr looks around the group, being amused by their efforts to escape. So lively, these mortals were! The Dragon's body glows, shifting back to his tiny, Dragonet form to save room and energy. "Thou hast been having an admirable time investigating this place, but I fear that thine hast but one recourse. To wait."
@EveryandAnybody
thatguyinthestore

 

[Crow]

Upgrade
Location: Air Duct
Interactions: Nightwisher GearBlade654
Surroundings: BoltBeam PolikShadowbliss darkred GearBlade654
GM Interactions: thatguyinthestore


"My Fire Flower huh?" Upgrade took it out from his supposed pockets.

"Not the time I expected to use it. I should use another alien if I want to make this look radical. Maybe Heatblast. A fire user getting a boosts from this thing would be pretty sweet..."

He looks towards Praetorian.

"... unless, of course..."

During this, Upgrade would cross his arms and relax his body to the point where if the wooden flooring had tiny gaps, he would accidentally slip through them, as if he was sinking through quicksand.

Laffey
Location: Strange Room
Interactions: Nightwisher SpaceRavens03 QizPizza CocoaMarshmallow Sir Skrubbins ElenaIsCool
Surroundings: N/A
GM Interactions: thatguyinthestore


"Understood, probably..."

Laffey didn't add any more words beyond that, and continued looking out of the window.​

 

[FactionGuerrilla]

• Frank Woods
• Claptrap

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  Status: Pissed off
  Direct Mentions: Shilo Nightwisher , Jason Todd thatguyinthestore , Laffey Crow , Tanya 2Bornot2B , Odessa PolikShadowbliss
  Indirect Mentions: Alexis QizPizza
  Part of Reunited Group
  Acquired Equipment: 200 Points, Bee Suit
  ​
  Just how Frank missed his God-damn turtle shell was unbelievable. Maybe it was the fact that it was a giant shell, or maybe it was the fact that he was in space. But the fact that Shilo dropped the ball at the same time... That was absolutely ridiculous. The American just stared in disbelief as both shells veered off into the corners of the arena before shaking his head as the match finally ended. When she smirked at him, Woods merely shrugged his shoulders with a shake of his head, as if to say I don't know how that happened, and we're not speaking of that any time soon. With that, he left the ruined shells in the arena and walked back through the oversized pipe he came in through.
  
  The American was not impressed by the man in green's "magic tricks". In fact, Woods actually found himself agreeing with Jason Todd- he was just as irritated with the plumber as Football Boy, though those "Point Games" piqued his interest. The American only took one look over the inventory before realizing he was still wearing that stupid bee suit. If he had a way to take the damn costume off, he would have immediately done so- but for now, he guessed those wings would be an okayish addition to his arsenal... ish.
  
  After he left the shop early (having not bought anything), Woods and the rest of the team was confronted with another of those flying ships. The American scowled as he unslung his M16A1, pointing it at the little brat that was apparently Bowser's son. He would have fired off a few shots, but Shilo and Todd already did that for him; watching their bullets fly off discouraged him from firing his assault rifle. Sure, he could throw off a M203 grenade, but if that somehow magically bounced off he'd endanger the whole damn group. So his trigger discipline took priority over his trigger finger... even when their stupid paper machine caught everyone off guard and hurled them into a wood prison.
  
  Unfortunately, he couldn't even get his bearings before some flying moron began spraying bullets and rockets alike, causing it to ricochet off and hit a fox-woman. The CIA agent stomped over, scowling at the robot thing.
  
  "Listen up, you dumbass- The last thing we need here is getting other people killed due to your incompetence!" He was going to continue scolding Laffey, but was interrupted by yet another idiot shooting at the fucking door.
  
  "I swear, if one more person tries to shoot-" One more time, a dumbass bitch decided she was going to be the one exception to the "can't shoot the door" rule. At this point, his patience was absolutely gone- unlike his partner's cool demeanor, the CIA agent's anger flared up enough for him to get physical and really emphasize his point. If these girls were too stupid to realize what was going on, then he was going to make an example out of one of these idiots and discourage anyone else from doing something stupid. He stomped over to the woman before grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the magic wood walls.
  
  
  
  
  "From this point on, you don't even FUCKING BREATHE unless we say it's okay! No shooting people up, no NOTHING." He tossed Odessa onto the floor before pointing an accusatory finger at the two other women who had come up with the equally-bright idea to recklessly fire away in a small room filled with friendlies.
  
  "The same damn thing goes for you two, too! Neither of you are off the hook, so if you manage to get one more person shot I will personally strangle you!" He snarled, then stomped off to rejoin Shilo with a furious look on his face, though his rage was obviously not directed towards his companion. Either way, he remained silent before shaking his head when she asked if anyone had any questions. What else was he to say? Besides, if he began speaking he'd probably just shit on the three girls.
  
  
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  Status: "Helpful"
  Direct Mentions: Tanya 2Bornot2B , NPCs thatguyinthestore
  Part of Reunited Group
  Current Subroutine: Shotguns
  Acquired Equipment: 200 Points​
  
  Unfortunately, it turns out that Claptrap's "throwing-turtle-shells" skill was about as good as his "making-friends" ability. To put it in layman's terms, his aim was absolute dog shit. Thankfully for him, it turned out that his victim was equally-bad at the game; Tanya flat-out whiffed her shell, causing both to fly askew into nothingness. The robot, however, apparently won. Well, the team won, but he was a part of the team, so he must have won this for himself too!
  
  "Hooray! What do I win?" The yellow robot asked aloud, glancing around for some kind of loot to appear. When that didn't happen, the robot dejectedly rolled into the pipe and back into the main observatory, where some giant-nosed green guy had apparently botched up a magic trick. Even Claptrap wasn't very impressed with this- the bot put his arms on his "hips" as he shook his body as though he were chiding Luigi.
  
  "Even an idiot could do that magic trick! I'm not tipping you for doing that!" Claptrap remarked, though was immediately intrigued when there was the mention of points and powerups that he could win. Unfortunately, he had his eye fixed on the yellow star- which he didn't even have half of the points required to buy it. The Hyperion robot dejectedly lowered his hands before wheeling himself off yet again.
  
  He couldn't get a break, though- That flying ship from the Mushroom Kingdom came along with Bowser and his son! Something was off about the former, though- he looked like he had changed a little since his last appearance. Claptrap was still trying to figure out what was different when he was promptly scooped up with everyone else and hauled off. He wasn't going to be taken away like this, though! He was going to react! He would fight back! He was going to...
  
  
  
  "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGH!"
  
  ...He was going to scream his robotic voice box off the whole way.​
  
  Thankfully for everyone else, their hearing wouldn't be assaulted by the yellow machine forever- Within what seemed to be seconds they were tossed into the wooden prison, where Claptrap finally stopped screaming. However, he tucked his arms into his box and lowered his stance, "hiding" as he quivered and watched things go on around him. It took the robot a good chunk of courage to finally get out of his fearful box and realize what was going on. People were actually starting to do things! He couldn't just sit there and be a useless hunk of junk! He had to do something!
  
  ...He looked up at the tubby, round yellow man before pointing at him.
  
  "Hey, sir! We may or may not have rudely awakened you from your sleep, but we need your help in escaping this giant wooden box! Would you be so kind as to forget that nose and help us out?"
  
  Needless to say, Claptrap was not the brightest robot of the bunch- unless you counted his paint. Then he was definitely brighter yellow than the red Loader Bots.
  
  

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Odessa
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What type of idiot attacks me while I am boosted?! Is he looking to get himself killed!? Luckily for the angry man, Odessa was not in the mood for confrontation so when he had assaulted and threw her face against the fucking wall, and then tossed her around like a rag doll, she was utterly unphased. As matter of fact, when he was finished with his tirade, she just let out a high laugh, not even bothering to get up. "I like you. You are not a puss -- pushover like most men. But next time don't bother ordering something that is impossible to do!" She smirked as she got up, knowing that the man would be too pissed to do anything. She then gave him a salute and walked off. Then she turned to the two girls. "I was just letting off steam, what's your excuses?" One was the intitator and the other an idiot. She then walked off fully.

She had to admit, she was a little aroused by the rough treatment. Still hurt. But yeah.

FactionGuerrilla 2Bornot2B Crow

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[Crow]

Laffey
Location: Strange Room
Interactions: Nightwisher @FactionGuerila PolikShadowbliss PolikShadowbliss
Surroundings: SpaceRavens03
GM Interactions: N/A


"Escape through any means neccessary," Laffey says to Odessa as the latter storms off, "now then, Laffey needs to sleep..."​

 

[Laix_Lake]

Vilgax, conqueror of ten worlds
Status: nearing the limits of his resilience against stupidity
Condition: normal
​

This was getting absolutely agreateing. What's there to say about the siutaion? that there are still fools thinking that brute force would work? That he wasn't the only one getting aggravated over this? That the only ones doing anything productive are Tennyson, that strange squid girl, and the tiny green alien known as Zim? And even that female canine hybrid was trying to allure some sort of field medic.

"FOOL! ZIM WAS GOING TO OPEN THE DOOR QUIET AND SNEAKY LIKE! YOUR SHOOTING WAS NOT ONLY STUPID BUT LOUD, LOUD AND STUPID IS THE WORST KIND OF STUPID!" Zim shouted particularly loud considering he really couldn't hear after the gun went off so close to him. "ALSO BELIEVING IN MAGIC IS ALSO STUPID, CLEARLY THE SHIP HAS A FORCEFIELD GENERATOR ON BOARD SOMEWHERE.... WHICH YOU WOULD KNOW IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH A FOOL!" Zim screeched as he dusted himself off.

With his anger over the ridiculousness going on, Zim's screeching has whent over the line. So Vilgax walks up to him.
"If you so certainly want to prove yourself as the *ahem* better warrior, the why don't you cease your screeching at once!" He shouted "or is the rest of your kind just as irritating as you?" Vilgax walks off, standing idly by as he watches the concentration between the medic and Alexis. Just what is she to begin with?
QizPizza Crow ManyFaces Sir Skrubbins thatguyinthestore @anyone_intrested

 

[Zerulu]

The clone started to watch some idiots attempt to blast open a door, but the sounds, the bullets richoeting, the cries of pain, he was sent back into another episode. He was back in Geonosia, just having cut off one of those bugs heads he was watching over the battle, plasma flying, clones dying and droids and Geonosians marching alike. It was a terrible sight, watching his brothers be gunned down by lifeless and hideous creatures, it boiled hod, filling him with rage.

Then he snapped out of it, his in suit HUD yet again making a new announcement, it seemed to be booting up but by it.

“Self diagnosis: Combat withdrawal.”

The robotic voice in his head spoke, diagnosing him with a common illness to clones, being taken away from what you were bred for, what your entire purpose of life was hurt. He had to get back into a fight, he had to pump some adrenaline.

So, Sev waltzed over to Woods, acting as his yes man in a way, standing by him as he told off the crew in the prison. Sev towered the CIA Agent, and in a way was jealous he got to get angry at someone. Why couldn’t a fight happen already? It had felt like days since he had pulled his trigger, and he urned for the feel of killing something, watching the life slowly slip from their body and basking in the glory of ending the blood of someone who’s bloodline has carried from the start of time, it filled him, and now he was empty.

He followed Woods back to Shilo by his side, a little behind almost simulating some sort of formation. When Shilo asked for questions he only had one, “When does the killing start” the clone was getting irrational, eventually he’d start to lose control. A keen eye would also note his trigger finger was twitching, and his gun primed.

FactionGuerrilla Nightwisher @thedumfuckprisonerslol

 

[thatguyinthestore]

"You're not going to get past that wall," The grotesque fat man replied to those who attempted to break through it using various punches and guns and kicks and whatever other weapons they had at their own disposal. His gaze flattened as he watched them all continue shooting at the wall. He seemed to have gone from angry to just flat out annoyed in a matter of minutes. And, his words appeared to be correct as you all continued to fire and punch the walls and glass. It appeared that whatever you tried wasn't even connecting with the walls. Rather, whatever force was protecting them seemed to be overlapping them, almost like a coat of paint.

Meanwhile, as Julia attempted to search for the magic turtle who had teleported them all into space in the first place, she would be met with... well, some sort of blockage. She could still see, though as she used her power, it was as if she was seeing through its own eyes. In doing so, she was unable to communicate with it either. However, the sight she saw certainly gave some insight to the group's situation as a whole...

Julia would immediately see Bowser, the real one this time, who was sitting on a throne, face lazily resting against his fest as he giant, stubby leg crossed over the other.

"Man, this throne you gave me is the biz!" Bowser exclaimed towards... someone. He smirked and wiggled in it for a moment, before simply leaning back and smiling comfortably. "It hugs my butt like a new pillow, and these arm rests ain't half-bad either!"

"Indeed," Replied a voice, whose face was nothing but a blur thanks to the mage's poor vision. "I presume you have fulfilled your end of the bargain as well?"

"Mhmm..." Bowser replied with a slow nod. "Them wimps you tricked into invitin' to that party were easier to beat up than a Goomba without legs." Bowser chuckled to himself lightly. "Word is Junior caught 'em and they're being delivered here as we speak."

"Excellent," Replied the voice again, his tone of voice making it clear even he was smirking slightly. "You have done well, Bowser. The fruits of your efforts shall be rewarded greatly in due time."

"Yeah, yeah. Just make it quick," Bowser replied impatiently, waving off the other's words with his gigantic, clawed hand. "Once Peach sees my awesome new galaxy in the center of the universe, there's no way she won't wanna marry me!" He shouted, before balling up his fist and pumping his arm into the air.

"Hm?" The voice inquired. Julia's vision could see the blurred outline of the figure look around for a moment, as if it was confused. "Someone is watching us..."

"Huh?" Bowser perked up as he glanced around for a moment. His brows eventually furrowed and he looked towards the other angrily, before shouting, "Well get rid of 'em!"

"Very well." The figure said, and before Julia's eyes, it turned to directly face the Koopa. And, although its vision was blurred, Julia could practically feel its piercing gaze dawning on her. Suddenly, a very vague outline of what seemed like its hand was held out, and the top of it began to glow a bright, golden shade of yellow. Before long, Julia's gaze would become clouded, as if she was being banished from the turtle's mind. The last thing she would see was Bowser smirking towards her, smugly waving his giant hand in her direction, before her entire vision turned black. With the force equivalent to that of a bullet, Julia was suddenly shot back towards the wall, where she bounced off the magic barrier and harshly landed against the floor with a loud SMACK!!

"Woah..." The fat man said in confusion as he watched Julia get smacked around like a rag doll. "What just happened?" He asked, though his tone made it clear it wasn't out of concern, but moreso just genuine confusion. His thoughts were soon interrupted, however, as Benedict soon shot the stain on the floor with his pistol. The resulting shots culminated in a hole in the floor, a hole which appeared big enough for some of you to escape through. The fat man was the first of you to notice this, as his face beamed with joy. "Finally! A way out!" He shouted, though as he attempted to make his way towards said hole... he found that he was still stuck in Odessa's grasp. The man attempted to shake his way out of her grip, screaming, "LET GO OF ME YOU TROGLODYTE!!" As he struggled within her grasp. He found his escape through Ben's shot as Upgrade, who managed to not only shoot the fat man's cap off, but knock him over entirely, thus releasing him from her vice grip. He stood back up, his hat and hair singed from the assault.

"...I genuinely hate all of you."

With that, the man quickly picked up his hat and made his way over to the hole Benedict had made with his gun and promptly jumped inside of it, ignoring Benedict's request for ice and Claptrap's... whatever it was he was doing, as he did so. However, instead of falling through the hole... He was stuck! The fat man let out an ear piercing screech as he attempted to make his way down the hole, his entire body desperately turning as he attempted to get out of the situation he had put himself in. "Someone get me out of here!!" He shouted angrily as he attempted to do so himself, though to no avail.

With the man blocking your, as of right now, only means of escape, it appeared that you had to find some way to get him out of the predicament he put you all in.

Crow FactionGuerrilla LilacMonarch L3n Sir Skrubbins Benedict Cucumberpatch Sayo-Nara Sir Skrubbins FactionParadox ElenaIsCool PolikShadowbliss Zerulu Laix_Lake ManyFaces 2Bornot2B QizPizza CocoaMarshmallow SpaceRavens03 DerpyCarp Birb​

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Odessa
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Odessa rolled her eyes, of course, they had to shoot the bloody ground. Turns out out the posh cartoonish man was usefully after all, unintentionally, he was still pretty much useless. She grabbed her blaster rifle and shot carefully around Wario, without actually hitting him, giving him more room to move. Though she was unphased by Wood's rough treatment, she wasn't stupid, the threat was clear. Unfortunately she was never one for obedience or indeed listening in general.

thatguyinthestore​

 

[Caffeine Freak]

Location: Guantanamo Bay(?)

CS: Fandom - Enter the Cosmos (Multi-Fandom Crossover RP)

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The large prisoner Pink Guy had been trying to wake up moments before had managed to plug up the only hope of escape they had. Drastic measures needed to be taken.

And so Pink Guy took it upon himself to remove Wario from the hole.

Pink Guy walked calmly over to the far end of the room. Once he reached the wall, Pink Guy pulled a 180 and charged toward the fat yellow man in the floor, screeching a crescendo the whole way to his target. At the end of his sprint, Pink Guy leapt into the air and spun several somersaults before unleashing a two-foot kick downwards into Wario's chub. With any luck, the force might be enough to dislodge Wario from the gap.

Whatever the result, as soon as Pink Guy jammed his feet into Wario's squidgy mass, he was shot back up from the sheer elasticity and lost consciousness as his head made contact with the ceiling. Luckily, Pink Guy was already brain damaged and wouldn't have to worry about any long term effects.


thatguyinthestore @wariogang

 

[Crow]

Upgrade
Location: Strange Room
Interactions: Nightwisher GearBlade654
Surroundings: BoltBeam PolikShadowbliss darkred GearBlade654
GM Interactions: thatguyinthestore


"OK, now he just needs a little nudge..."

After Odessa's action, Upgrade starts jumping up and down on Wario's head, hoping that the impact would push Wario down.

Laffey
Location: Strange Room
Interactions: Nightwisher SpaceRavens03 QizPizza CocoaMarshmallow Sir Skrubbins ElenaIsCool
Surroundings: N/A
GM Interactions: thatguyinthestore


Laffey just up and tosses a Depth Charge into Wario's gaping mouth.

"This option makes the most sense... probably...​

 

[GearBlade654]

SPARK-001, designation Praetorian​

Status: Attempting Escape​

Actions: Aiding the Prisoner ( thatguyinthestore )​

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"Acknowledged, operative Shilo ( Nightwisher )."
Praetorian was well aware of the chaos unfolding around it. First everyone trying to wreck the door, and now... it would seem there may be a way out as that cartoony agent ( Benedict Cucumberpatch ) shot a hole into the floor.
And Praetorian would have attempted to aid Wario if it weren't for the fact his team was already on it-
Was that an explosive one of his companions (Laffey/ Crow ) tossed into the man's mouth?
Praetorian wasted no time dashing into action, attempting to yank the depth charge out. Praetorian's CPU continued calculating, as it would seem the man may or may not know more about the ship.
40% of not knowing anything else to 60% of knowing something else. Worth a chance.
"Warning, explosive detected, explosive detected, attempting to remove and disarm."
"Requesting aid ASAP, chance of fatality if ignored is ninety percent!"​

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Batman

Interesting it would seem the posh catoonish man actually did something useful for once but now the fat man got stuck. Batman pondered, watching the others try to pry the poor man out. Now that the posh man proved himself to be useful in some way, abeit accediently, Batman himself began to feel more and more like a man in a costume. He looked through his arsenal, looking for anything that could help in this situation. Batarangs are out. They won't do anything. Shrinking ray?? Did he even have a shrinking ray?? That would seem weird for Batman to have but hey he's Batman, he can have anything!

thatguyinthestore @thewariogang​

 

[Benedict Cucumberpatch]

Sir Benedict Cucumberpatch

Benedict merely nodded as his previous actions resulted in the groups freedom. But the big fat mans greed got the best of him as he was now stuck in the hole that should have freed him. Benedict walked up to the fat man and stared him in the eyes, “Ah......you are now.......stuck, this is what happens.......when I don’t get my ice, ah.........I know how to free you.” Benedict said as Josh threw a stick of celery at the stuck man, “Eat precisely one thousand eight hundred and fifty two of these, and you shall......be free, indeed.”

thatguyinthestore​

 

[Birb]

Karako Pierot

"Woah..." The fat man said in confusion as he watched Julia get smacked around like a rag doll. "What just happened?" He asked, though his tone made it clear it wasn't out of concern, but moreso just genuine confusion. His thoughts were soon interrupted, however, as Benedict soon shot the stain on the floor with his pistol. The resulting shots culminated in a hole in the floor, a hole which appeared big enough for some of you to escape through. The fat man was the first of you to notice this, as his face beamed with joy. "Finally! A way out!" He shouted, though as he attempted to make his way towards said hole... he found that he was still stuck in Odessa's grasp. The man attempted to shake his way out of her grip, screaming, "LET GO OF ME YOU TROGLODYTE!!" As he struggled within her grasp. He found his escape through Ben's shot as Upgrade, who managed to not only shoot the fat man's cap off, but knock him over entirely, thus releasing him from her vice grip. He stood back up, his hat and hair singed from the assault.

"...I genuinely hate all of you."

With that, the man quickly picked up his hat and made his way over to the hole Benedict had made with his gun and promptly jumped inside of it, ignoring Benedict's request for ice and Claptrap's... whatever it was he was doing, as he did so. However, instead of falling through the hole... He was stuck! The fat man let out an ear piercing screech as he attempted to make his way down the hole, his entire body desperately turning as he attempted to get out of the situation he had put himself in. "Someone get me out of here!!" He shouted angrily as he attempted to do so himself, though to no avail.

With the man blocking your, as of right now, only means of escape, it appeared that you had to find some way to get him out of the predicament he put you all in.

Karako looked over, shakily, as a NEW exit had formed. He quickly took Dib's hand, and TRIED to rush over, to escape both the room and the enormous highblood, but someone else had completely clogged up the exit... great... Karako looked back over at the massive clown, terrified enough to appear uncomfortable.

"Honk...."

Karako gulped, not knowing what to do... honestly, there didn't seem to be any way out at this point...



Sayo-Nara ManyFaces thatguyinthestore ​

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Sans

With everything that was going on, Sans just watched. That is until some people decided to wake up the big guy, who ended up stuck on a wall and Julia got thrown like a rag doll. Sans sighed and teleported to Julia and offered her a hot cat with one hand, while using turning the yellow Mario’s soul blue and moved it away from the hole.

LilacMonarch thatguyinthestore @anyoneelse

 

[BoltBeam]

Agent 3|Exit Strategy

His thoughts were soon interrupted, however, as Benedict soon shot the stain on the floor with his pistol. The resulting shots culminated in a hole in the floor, a hole which appeared big enough for some of you to escape through. The fat man was the first of you to notice this, as his face beamed with joy. "Finally! A way out!" He shouted, though as he attempted to make his way towards said hole... he found that he was still stuck in Odessa's grasp. The man attempted to shake his way out of her grip, screaming, "LET GO OF ME YOU TROGLODYTE!!" As he struggled within her grasp. He found his escape through Ben's shot as Upgrade, who managed to not only shoot the fat man's cap off, but knock him over entirely, thus releasing him from her vice grip. He stood back up, his hat and hair singed from the assault.

"...I genuinely hate all of you."

With that, the man quickly picked up his hat and made his way over to the hole Benedict had made with his gun and promptly jumped inside of it, ignoring Benedict's request for ice and Claptrap's... whatever it was he was doing, as he did so. However, instead of falling through the hole... He was stuck! The fat man let out an ear piercing screech as he attempted to make his way down the hole, his entire body desperately turning as he attempted to get out of the situation he had put himself in. "Someone get me out of here!!" He shouted angrily as he attempted to do so himself, though to no avail.

With the man blocking your, as of right now, only means of escape, it appeared that you had to find some way to get him out of the predicament he put you all in.

"...You have got to be squidding me." Agent 3 said in disbelief, facepalming herself with her weapon, her expression on her face afterwards along the lines of 'I'm losing my will to live'. She shook her head and growled. "So, we finally get an exit out of here, then several of you figure it's a good idea to trigger 'this'?" She sighed heavily. And of all things, most suspects who partook in angering this fatass seemed to be humans or similar. 'So 'this' is why they became extinct,' Agent 3 thought to herself, 'because they're dumb beyond belief!' She added to her thoughts, looking at the hole.

"Now... About this hole..." Agent 3 seemed confused - she could only assume it was made from wood, like the walls are in here. However, this wood in itself seems far tougher than several boxes she has broken in the past. She shook her head and backed off, unsure if she can do anything. "OK; who can expand this damn hole?" She snapped, not seeming too pleased at all, disregarding her own capabilities as not only ineffective, but will probably make the situation even worse and not to mention messier, even if colour is welcomed (still not too appropriate at the moment).

Then an idea crossed her mind... What if it won't be useless? She looked to her weapon and to her full ink tank. She gets an idea and re-approached the hole. "...This may not work, but..." She said, droning out and then circling the edges of the hole with ink from her weapon, trying to fire it in small bursts as she went around, soon making a full circle of ink around the hole. Her intention, or plan, is to use the ink as some kind of method to loosen the grip of the hole around the fat bastard. Agent 3 seemed to be questioning the success of it herself, but... She can only hope.
Details

Link to CS: Here!
Hex Code: #61BD6D
Status (physically): Fine
Status (mentally/emotionally): Angered, losing faith
Location: Prison Cell
Powers: Inkling (species abilities and traits)
Items: Hero Shot, Splat Bombs, X1 Super Mushroom
Active buffs/power-ups: None
Course of action: Try to loosen the hole's grip with a ring of ink around it

Interactions: thatguyinthestore (GM)
Mentions: @AnyoneWhoTriggeredWario
Nearby:

In group: (Anyone?)​

Actually nearby: (Anyone?)​

 

[2Bornot2B]

Tanya

Tanya cackled as Odessa was thrown like a used wrapper this truly brought Tanya sadistic joy. Tanya continued to laugh as the man was shouting at her. Perhaps that would curb the blonde's massive ego. The stupid inferior blonde had it coming. The man looked really pissed at Tanya but Tanya didn't care and only let off a light shrug. Besides Tanya probably outranked him anyways. No need to get bothered by Untermensch who earn half of what she earns. She swiftly turned to the renegade blonde who looked all smug trying to justify her hubris.

"You let off steam by shooting doors huh. That's an...Interesting coping method" Tanya stifled a chuckle "If you see two people shooting the walls and doors you decide to join in on the fun. Now that is the definition of insanity. Doing the same thing over and over expecting change" Tanya smiled a very smug smile and turned away from the dysfunctional blondie. Speaking of dysfunctional blondies she was at it again! Tanya stared in horror as she lifted the fatass that was once laying down asleep into the air. "Being X must be testing me right now.." Tanya sighed but laughed out loudly again as the blonde dropped the fat man as some laser shot off the cap of the fat man and he escaped only to get stuck. Tanya stopped laughing immediately.

"You have got to be kidding me. Of course this fat oaf gets caught here. Of course. Why wouldn't he get stuck in such a tiny hole."

Tanya rants for a short while before returning to the blonde who dropped the fat man

"Shooting around the fat man is a pretty good idea but your weapon appears to lack...Firepower"

"So allow me" Tanya fires a burst of weakened magic Artillery shells around the fat man. before flying up a little and forcing herself down hoping to push him through trying to use the squid's ink as lubricant.

PolikShadowbliss
BoltBeam

 

[thatguyinthestore]

The shots Odessa delivered to the ground were enough to free the man from the ground's clutches, which caused him to fall through the floor and land upon the ground with a quiet thud. "Okay guys... I'm free. So you don't have to--" But it was too little, too late. One by one, everyone unleashed an attack upon poor Wario. First, the man clad in Pink Spandex made a point to outright stomp on the man's stomach, which sent the poor man reeling back. "O-ow...!" He exclaimed as he held his stomach in pain. "Oh... oh.. I think I'm gonna throw up..." He said as he held his stomach with both of his gloved hands. It was then that Upgrade decided it would be a good idea to jump on his head like Mario did to goombas, much to the fat man's chagrin. "Get off of me!!" He shouted as he swat him away. As he was screaming at Ben, this left his mouth open long enough for Laffey to shove a fucking bomb up there, which Wario ended up swallowing out of habit. He stopped for a moment and looked up, eyes widened in horror.

"Uh... oh..."

toot.

The resulting explosion that erupted from the man in yellow's backside was so massive that it knocked all the further attacks on him back, as well as those launching the attacks on the fattie in the first place. The smell was downright putrid as well, so much so that even the strongest of all of you would have had their eyes water from the outright toxic gas that escaped from his butt. Hell, it was probable that the entire ship could smell it as well. But(t), eventually, the gas cleared as did the smell, and the obese man was just left there in the epicenter, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

"Uh... sorry..." He said as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. Well, with that out of the way, you all proceeded to hop down into the now giant hole left in the floor, where you would make your swift escape into the depths of the ship.

***

The lower ship itself was dark, which made it hard to see. A few of you probably got splinters from the stray wood that hung from the floors right below you, and it certainly didn't help that you had to crouch down due to just how little room there was between the aforementioned floor and your own bodies. After a good few minutes of crawling down in the lower areas of the ship alongside your new smelly companion, you all eventually reached a split path.

One area led upwards into the ship. Light could be seen coming from this area, and it definitely seemed less cramped, so that was a plus. Not only that, but it was more than likely you would find Jason as well as Bowser Junior up here. However, there was a strong possibility you would be ambushed by guards here, so that was an issue.

The other path simply led forwards under the floors. You couldn't really make out what was ahead, and it didn't help that a cold breeze blew in from that direction, which probably didn't bode well for those of you not wearing sleeves. But, it was definitely the more covert of the two, which would allow for a possible sneak attack on Junior and his forces.

Pick your poison.

PolikShadowbliss 2Bornot2B Sayo-Nara LilacMonarch BoltBeam GearBlade654 L3n FactionParadox FactionGuerrilla ElenaIsCool Nightwisher Benedict Cucumberpatch Sir Skrubbins ManyFaces darkred Caffeine Freak CocoaMarshmallow QizPizza SpaceRavens03 @AnyoneIMissed​

 

[GearBlade654]

Techmarine Martellus​	SPARK-001, designation Praetorian​
Status: Very annoyed​	Status: OK​
Actions: Opting for Option 2​	Actions: Checking on allies, opting for Option 1​
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The stench somehow made it's way through the Techmarine's helmet, causing Martellus to cough violently as he was rudely interrupted by the chaos. The Techmarine had been keeping watch on the door and making sure no one was investigating after briefly turning to see the escape route.
"What in the name of... it smells like a Plague Marine in here."
"No, even worse."
"There are no words to describe the horrid odor somehow able to assault my senses through my power armor."
Martellus had fought the servants of Nurgle before. They smelled horrid, yes.
But the stench that just came around... there were simply no words to describe what had just happened.
Martellus simply headed down to the lower decks, Melta gun ready and unwilling to talk about the incident that just happened. The Techmarine took a good look at both options, and made a quick choice.
"I suggest we go through the lower decks and launch an ambush from there. Stay behind me if that is the case, as my armor should be able to handle any threat thrown at it."

Praetorian, on the other hand, was actually fine due to being a robot. And unlike Martellus, it had seen all too clearly who was the one that threw a depth charge at Wario.
"Registering events..."
"Complete. One entry moved from "Friendly" to "Liability."
Praetorian, being Praetorian, did not outright state who it was. But the robot was quick to move on.
"Operative Shilo ( Nightwisher ), be advised. My onboard CPU is calculating that the chance of successfully executing a stealth maneuver is now below 2.5%. I request permission to subdue the entry I moved to "Liability" before our escape is further jeopardized."
Praetorian then turned around, and headed into the hole. It was time to head out.
Once the SPARK had touched down, the machine figured that the subject was, well, not likely to help if the crew kept stressing him out. Something had to be done. But what...
Well, this was a ship... it had food on it... and garlic could be categorized under-
Praetorian turned to the man ( thatguyinthestore ).
"I would like to apologize for the undue stress my group has caused you. However, I believe I overheard something-I hear you have a preference for garlic?"​

 

[Benedict Cucumberpatch]

Sir Benedict Cucumberpatch

As the fat man let out a ghastly blast of gas, Josh tried to fly, but was blown away, so was Benedict, but he didn’t care. “Ah......again, this would not have resulted, if you ate healthy.” As they all continued into the pathways underneath the ship, Josh carried Benedict, the savior of the group.....who should be praised for such heroic action in the line of duty, indeed. “Ah....Josh, I’ve been training for this day.” Benedict said as he put on a pair of white cloth gloves and opened an old wooden box, the word “Them” carved into the fine wood. Inside was a gold pin, in the shape of a star. Benedict carefully took it out and pinned it to his suit, “Ah....Josh......this momentous occasion will go down in history....take that you filthy stain, I am the star student now.” Josh approached a crossroads with the group, and after a careful strategic analysis and deep thought, Benedict reached his conclusion. “We must keep the element of surprise Josh.....therefore, go straight, onward.” Josh reluctantly carried Benedict into the dark cold that was ahead, fearful for what lied beyond

thatguyinthestore​

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Batman
It didn't take Batman long at all to decide his path, as a matter of fact, he immediately took off forward, taking the stealthy path.

Odessa

Odessa didn't respond to the arrogant blondie's comments because she was just like the rest, the blow everything up people. The stupid people, in other words. While she watched the floor crumble underneath the blasts of her blaster rifle, and not to kid's superior firepower. She rolled her eyes, all weapons, no actual brains. Some things need precison not firepower. Besides the kid clearly knew nothing about her weapon, if she actually thought it lacked firepower. Those were nonlethal rounds, strong enough to destroy wood but not strong enough to completely destroy. If she wanted real firepower, she could fly up, put the blaster on max and destroy the entire ship, shields and all. But she won't. There was no need to prove herself to this dimwit. Then to add to the fact that everyone here was damn stupid. They all piled on Wario like a horde of zombies, attacking him left and right, until he let out a giant fart that literally blew everyone away, amassing the entire cell with a putrid scent so horrid, it nearly caused her to actually vomit, would have if she didn't have a strong stomach. Trying to stay away from the fucking smell, she jumps through the hole immediately.
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Techmarine Martellus​	SPARK-001, designation Praetorian​
Status: Very annoyed​	Status: OK​
Actions: Opting for Option 2​	Actions: Checking on allies, opting for Option 1​
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The stench somehow made it's way through the Techmarine's helmet, causing Martellus to cough violently as he was rudely interrupted by the chaos. The Techmarine had been keeping watch on the door and making sure no one was investigating after briefly turning to see the escape route.
"What in the name of... it smells like a Plague Marine in here."
"No, even worse."
"There are no words to describe the horrid odor somehow able to assault my senses through my power armor."
Martellus had fought the servants of Nurgle before. They smelled horrid, yes.
But the stench that just came around... there were simply no words to describe what had just happened.
Martellus simply headed down to the lower decks, Melta gun ready and unwilling to talk about the incident that just happened. The Techmarine took a good look at both options, and made a quick choice.
"I suggest we go through the lower decks and launch an ambush from there. Stay behind me if that is the case, as my armor should be able to handle any threat thrown at it."

Praetorian, on the other hand, was actually fine due to being a robot. And unlike Martellus, it had seen all too clearly who was the one that threw a depth charge at Wario.
"Registering events..."
"Complete. One entry moved from "Friendly" to "Liability."
Praetorian, being Praetorian, did not outright state who it was. But the robot was quick to move on.
"Operative Shilo ( Nightwisher ), be advised. My onboard CPU is calculating that the chance of successfully executing a stealth maneuver is now below 2.5%. I request permission to subdue the entry I moved to "Liability" before our escape is further jeopardized."
Praetorian then turned around, and headed into the hole. It was time to head out.
Once the SPARK had touched down, the machine figured that the subject was, well, not likely to help if the crew kept stressing him out. Something had to be done. But what...
Well, this was a ship... it had food on it... and garlic could be categorized under-
Praetorian turned to the man ( thatguyinthestore ).
"I would like to apologize for the undue stress my group has caused you. However, I believe I overheard something-I hear you have a preference for garlic?"​

To Odessa the light looked inviting, but her caculated mind realized that a sneak attack would be more tactical. Then she stopped and listened to the machine rattle on how a sneak attack success is below 2.5 percent and didn't like his talk about entries, mostly because it was vague and could apply to her. But she had a feeling it didn't. She wasn't the blow everything up type though she had made some stupid decisons. So it had to be one of them. Maybe the annoying kid or the other kid. That's the problem with this mission.

Too many fucking kids.

She decided to wait to see what Shilo's group decides. She wasn't normally a follower, but unlike some people, this group seemed to know what it was doing, even if one of the men was a hothead.
thatguyinthestore Nightwisher FactionGuerrilla @ShiloSquad

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[SheepKing]

Ravio



"I'm so sorry!"
It was too late of course, by now the overweight had gone through enough and decided to just jump through the hole made by the gentleman. With his bulbous and incredibly plump size it was no wonder that he quickly got stuck in there. He almost felt a tad bit sorry for the guy. Ravio himself had been apart of the problem in the first place, well to be more accurate it was his bastard of a bird but there was no need to get into the specifics of the blame. On that note the Pink from earlier attempted to ram his head straight at him in an effort to push the guy out but unfortunately all that did was cause him to shoot back the other direction into the opposite wall with enough force that could cause a man to lose his wits. Thankfully it seemed the individual already had none so there wouldn't be much of a problem. Just in case Ravio took out his Ice rod and summoned a well sized chunk of ice for Pink guy to use as an ice pack. Gently placing it beside the man, Ravio soon joined back with the others to see just how they were going to get out of this predicament.

A woman had successfully released him but soon after others began to attack the already freed man The squid girl from earlier after chastising the humans in the group squirted her goo at the door while the still transformed Ben jumped on his tummy. All of this commotion caused the man's stomach to become upset but the final straw would be a bomb shoved into his gaping jaws. Rather than explode into a pile of chunks the man instead farted. The smell was absolutely ghastly. He had to spend a few minutes gagging on the toxic air before he could even think to get back up again. Ravio had never smelled anything as terrible as what just came out of the guy's large bottom. Hopefully once this all ended Ravio could find a way to remove his sense of smell because there was absolutely no way he was ever going to get the stench out of his painfully tortured nostrils.

"Oh Hylia, what do you even eat to get your farts to smell as horrible as they are!?" Ravio wailed as his nose failed in it's attempt to shrivel up and die. Finally Ravio slowly got used to the sheer toxicity of the air as the fart soon cleared out. Thankfully his hood had just barely blocked out a bit of the At least the hole was now free of any overweight men dressed in yellow and purple (which Ravio of course worse much better). Now they could all escape out of this hell hole and find a way out. Through all of the chaos he hadn't even noticed the awakening of his good friend Mami and Makoto as well. Quite like a rabbit he hopped on over there to change the duo into a trio. "Ah, I see that you too are already acquainted? I see, that saves me from having to introduce you to one another. Well I hope we can all get along quite well then!" Ravio chirped wither a chipper attitude alongside with it. He was thankful his two friends had already known each other so there'd be no worry of having to equally split his time between the two of them.

The trauma of being farted on had seemed to mostly fade away as he along with the others in the group got out of there. After a while of crawling on all fours they all reached a split in the path of their travels. there were two ways that a member of the team could go. one seemed more spacious while the other appeared to be a bit more chilly than the previous. Luckily, being garbed with his billowing robes and holding his fire rod would make sure he wouldn't freeze in the slightest if he were to choose the latter of the options. First Ravio wished for the opinion of his friends. He'd prefer to not choose the option that would split them up of course. If they were there behind them he would inquire, "Which way do you guys think we should head for?"
Caffeine Freak L3n Haz.
location:split path
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[Sir Skrubbins]

Medic
Interactions: Open
Mentions: QizPizza (Alexis) LilacMonarch (Julia) darkred (Marcus) Laix_Lake (Vilgax)
Font = Germania One


Though oddly reluctant at first, the multi-tailed woman accepted Medic's hand. Lifting her up, his keen medical eye noticed that she was, in technical terms, extremely dizzy and quivering like an old tumble dryer. She was clearly struggling to even remain conscious, let alone to stand up by herself. Despite this, he was satisfied that the medical attention she received was sufficient for the moment, and it was probably best for them to get out of this prison more than anything. He could sew her kidneys back in after they escaped. Heaving her up to her feet, she began to stagger, so Medic offered her a moment of genuine doctorly hospitality and allowed her to hold onto him. He decided to walk her away from the hatch, just in case anyone decided to blow it up again.

If there was a good thing that came from all of this nonsense, it was that Medic got to do his job! It was almost a pity that the wounds weren't more serious - those kinds of injuries were the real meat of his work, and always what he looked forward to patching up the most. For such an incredible show of firepower to deal such limited damage was admittedly disappointing, but he understood that wounded allies would make it significantly more difficult for them to escape. There’d be plenty of time for that, he was sure.

”I’m... I’m not hurt anywhere else... thanks to a mana shield... but right now, I can barely see... straight... I’m so... hungry...” The woman rasped, barely clinging onto the Medic as she stood on the brink of consciousness. Her condition began to alarm the doctor - he noted that in addition to her already being only just able to stand and stay awake, she was rapidly beginning to turn pale.

“Hungry, you say? Ah, verdammt... well, Fraülein, unless zhe hearts and minds inside my medical kit sound appetising to you, we’ll have to find some. Surely, zhere must be a cookhouse on zhis ship, ja?“ Medic offered, turning his head to reassure the woman with a rather frightening grin. He was rather caught off guard when he saw her desperately staring straight back, as if she was prepared to hound him for food right then and there.

“... Zhat was just a joke, Fraülein. I strongly advise against eating any kind of heart or brain.“ He began, sheathing his grin and raising a brow. “You would contract many serious, lethal diseases. And I am sure you agree zhat we do not have zhat kind of time, heh heh...“ Medic said, pausing briefly to adjust her grip so that, in the event that she did lose consciousness, she would not just wither and fall to the floor like a sheet of paper.

Thankfully, his skeleton friend was hiding some questionable things beneath his bones, as he wordlessly offered his patient one of his signature “hot cats”. That should keep her going!

“Ah! Danke, my rich-in-calcium friend!“ Medic exclaimed, taking the hot cat from him, as he was unsure whether his patient even had the strength to take it for herself. “Look at zhis! Ho ho! It has zhis little face of zhe Katze! How adorable! Here, zhis should help for now.“ He said, holding out the hot cat towards the woman and letting go, regardless of whether she had actually taken hold of it or not. If she didn’t, Medic would have just allowed it to drop to the floor.

He had been offered a much, much more appealing prize than a ribcage hot cat.

“I believe you wanted one of these?“

The mushroom.

Julia was offering him the Super Mushroom.

“Gott im Himmel...!“ Medic gasped, holding a hand over his mouth as he gawked at his beautiful sample, completely bewildered. He felt like he was about to start crying. “I-I cannot take zhis! It is too much...! Oh, vhat am I saying? Of course I can! It’s wonderful! It’s better zhan wonderful - it’s perfect! Ha ha ha ha! Zhank you!“ Medic cackled, swiping the mushroom from Julia’s grip and spinning around, holding it in the air, overjoyed. Imagine what he could do with a foreign item like this! The experiments he could run, the things he could create, what would become possible...!

“... Zhis is a surgical sample. My apologies. Zhis is not for eating.“ Medic said, quickly giving a glance back to his patient and hastily stuffing it inside of his coat. As much as he wanted to help, he was taking this one. If they found any more, then she could have some, but no field medic worth their bonesaw would give up an alien sample like this.

Composing himself after his giddy celebration, a dusty, grizzled-looking man looked over in his direction, seeking his support in formulating an escape plan.

“Anything happen with the weapons?”

Medic looked over towards the completely undamaged hatch and walls that were so brutally assaulted. “... Nein. No, it doesn’t look like it did anyzhing at all. So... I suppose learning vhat we can’t do is progress, at least, ja?“ He replied, giving the man an optimistic smile...

As he then began to rapidly beat the wall, punching it over and over and over again.

Baffled, he shook his head and rolled his eyes, having completely given up on understanding these people. And they say that he is the one going mad.

“Urgh... vell, you have fun with zhat. Fraülein, do you zhink zhat you can walk - ?!“

And then time seemed to come to a halt.

The Medic had been in some unexpected situations before, but he absolutely did not expect this. His patient hungrily reached up to his chest and stroked his chiselled jaw, completely out of nowhere. He began to break into a nervous sweat, and his face flushed red like his gloves. Having spent most of his life in a laboratory, an operating theatre or a battlefield, these moments of contact with women were far from common for the doctor. He was frozen in place, eyes wide and mouth gaping.

”Don’t get so worked up. We can deal with the child later.” Immediately, Medic could tell that this was not right. This was not the voice of his patient. He desperately wished to speak up, but the words choked themselves in the back of his throat, with near-inaudible stammers being all that came out of his mouth. “Right now, I just want to know how in the world did you get yourself so many souls...and...are you willing to part with a few for the time of your life?”

“My... my souls? You can see zhat...?“ Medic wheezed, having only just composed himself enough to speak those few words. Now he thought he understood. She wasn’t hungry for food.

She was hungry for his souls.

He understood why he was now a target.

Medic snapped back to reality. This wasn’t him. Shaking his head, he pulled himself from his patient’s grip, turning around to face her directly. “Vell, now I see what you mean by ‘hungry’!“ Medic seethed, feeling ever-so-slightly betrayed for some inexplicable reason. He just didn’t expect his little power move over the Devil to carry over to this extent.

Well, if she knew, he might as well tell her. He was completely numb to the happenings around him - the fat man, the escape attempt - this situation seemed a bit more pressing for him at the moment.

“... Vell, zhis is highly confidential information, but... zhere was a brief period in my life vhen my team was disbanded. During zhis period, to fund my experiments, I had joined up vith a separate team, and, aheh... I also sold my soul to zhe Devil.“ He began, awkwardly adjusting his glasses. If anyone was listening, this was going to sound insane.

“But only for a moment!“ Medic quickly clarified, raising one finger in the air. “I had a plan, you see. In our contract, it stated zhat it was only legally binding if zhe Devil had a majority stake in my soul. Zhis sounds obvious, ja? I sold it to him, he owns all of it! Oh, ho ho ho! Perhaps for other men, zhis would have been zhe case! But I made sure to exploit zhis little loophole...“ He continued, his voice beginning to grow more and more sinister - as if he was proud of how he did it.

“For you see, my new team had eight people, ja? Eight people... vith souls? Verstanden?“ He trailed, grinning wildly. He felt what he was getting at was clear. Turning his grin into a casual smile, he began to clean his glasses as he spoke again.

“Surgically attaching eight souls to myself was somezhing I had never attempted before, but I must admit, zhe procedure was not as complicated as I thought. One day, vhen my new team went rogue against my old one, zhey killed me. Ho-ho! It worked like a charm!“ He laughed, swinging his way over to the woman and happily putting an arm around her shoulder.

“I have zhe Devil dancing in zhe palm of my hand! He knows zhat zhe only chance he has of sending me to Hell is to trick me out of zhe remainder of my souls, so I sold him one more in exchange for a guaranteed extra fifty years of life.“ He sighed, placing his glasses carefully back onto his face. “You see, it is well worth it to play outside of zhe rules! If you ever go into medicine, I wholeheartedly recommend it!“

Stepping away from her once more, he began to pace around the room with his index finger laying on his chin. “... And zhis is why a better question would be; how many are you going to take? I currently have seven souls in my possession. I vill part with no more zhan four. I must maintain my majority stake, after all!“ Medic hissed, briefly raising an authoritative fist to make sure that she knew he was serious. If he found out that she took all of them, he would not be pleased. He would steal hers back!

“If zhose are terms you agree with, Fraülein, zhen I am, of course, willing to help you. You know vhat zhey say - zhere are plenty of souls in zhe sea!“​