Chronology: Ultimate

[BoltBeam]

Agent 3

"Oh..." Bobby said in response. He'd have shrugged at this point... but the lack of arms made that pretty hard. Instead, he merely looked up at Agent 3 and said, "Well, I'm sure that it's nothing!" And began continuing onward without a care in the world.

"I don't know if I can trust that, but we can at least hope..." Agent 3 thought aloud, shifting her glance to behind her every so often just in case she can catch a sight this time - but stopping in case she can listen out for any sounds of interest.

"Guys, there's a door here." He said rather bluntly. Link held the lantern up high, allowing the majority of you without your own sources of light to see what exactly this door was. The door in question was tall - much taller than any of you - and black. Two gigantic, presumably fake skeleton hands were attached to it, as well as what seemed to be cobwebs hanging off of it from almost every corner.

"Oooo~ Spooooky~'" Kendall chimed from the back with a smirk. There didn't appear to be any locks of any sort on the doors, which presumably meant they were unlocked. The theory was proven correct when Jason placed his palm against the door and pushed it open ever so slightly.

"Alright..." He said, before turning to face the group over his shoulder. "You guys ready?"

Well... this is grim, but it at least seems to fit the scene...! Agent 3 nodded and bared a smile without much thought later. "...Alright, let's go!" She said confidently, gripping her weapon tightly in one hand while preparing a Splat Bomb to grip in the other, just in case it is needed.
Character Information

Link to CS: Here!​

Hex Code: #61BD6D​

Status (physically): Fine​

Status (mentally/emotionally): Positive/On alert​

Powers: Inkling (species abilities and traits)​

Items: Hero Shot, Splat Bombs, Splashdown​

Skills/Abilities: Highly mobile, leadership skills​

Course of action: "Oh, hell."​

RP Information

Location: Hell​

Interactions: thatguyinthestore​

Mentions: None​

Nearby/In Group: @YoureInHellNow​

 

[BarrenThin2]

Geralt of Rivia

The group barely had time to celebrate their victory before they were confronted by a black-armored figure wielding a sword made of light. The Witcher didn't even get to consider a course of action before things just continued to spiral from there. Everything here was too much, too beyond him. The ceiling collapsed, and their assailant vanished. Maybe in much the same way the man who took Willow did. It would have to have been some sort of portal for him to leave that quickly. Just as he turned to ask questions of the leaders of the group, hoping they would have at least some idea what happened, his eyes settled on something that had his jaw on the floor. Was that a planet made of steel? It was impossibly huge, but covered in what almost looked like little buildings. "What the Hell?" It fired some sort of beam at them. As a reflex, he threw up a shield with Quen, but it was almost immediately annihilated as the ship was pretty much turned to dust.

The Witcher didn't come to for some time. When he did, he briefly realized that they were most certainly not on the Axiom anymore. His hand came up to his forehead with a groan. Physically, he was surprisingly unharmed, given that in the moment of his death, he definitely found out what being instantly melted felt like. His head hurt like someone had taken an axe to it, though. Probably a side effect of experiencing the terror at the instant of death. As with many here, this wasn't his first death, but it still certainly didn't sit right with him. He wasn't even sure if what had happened before counted. Slowly, he stood up away from Ciri. "What's happening here?" He frowned, taking in his surroundings. Rocks, craggy and dark, surrounded them on all sides, and in front of them was a door covered in bones. Now, there was no equivalent of Hell in his world; the Eternal Flame didn't dwell on any afterlife. The existence of wraiths and other specters certainly implied something after death, sure, but only if you looked at it that way. Everyone was still carrying all their things, and the entire group seemed to be present. Were they even dead? "How are we all still alive?"

TheElenaFisher thatguyinthestore

Frank Castle

So Atreus had been to Hell before. Maybe. It certainly didn't sound like any idea of Hell he had ever heard about. Had they died to go there, and then fought their way out? It seemed the boy and his father had been through quite a lot together. Frank wasn't sure that made him feel any better about how Kratos had treated his son in their brief interaction, or how Atreus had spoken about his father when backed into a corner on the subject. The boy actually seemed pretty calm about it, though, more worried about what was happening around them than what was in their past. "If you got out of a place like this before, then I'm sure we're in good hands, kiddo." Frank felt Atreus, bow in hand, rest his hands on top of the old man's head. For his part, Frank kept the Passport in hand. Never knew what could be around the corner, let alone through a giant fuck-off skeleton door. He raised the weapon slightly, then nodded to Jason to show he was ready.

To his right, Ellie did her best to hide the fact that she was afraid. He felt more relieved than anything. Some healthy fear when dealing with the unknown would hopefully keep her from making mistakes. At least this Jett person seemed a bit less problematic than Thorne when talking to Ellie. "I've been to Hell once. Briefly. It wasn't exactly like this." Frank left out the part where he got out by being turned into something from a Mary Shelley novel. The memory was blurry. Faded. Dark. Like someone else's poorly described fever dream. It was something probably best forgotten. "I don't remember it very well." As the door got ready to open, he glanced down to Ellie. She was armed, but had hardly demonstrated anything in the realm of classical training. Unsurprising, given her age. Most what she did know about fighting seemed to come from either instinct or experience. Better to ask now before she shot someone if things got very chaotic. "How well do you know how to use that pistol?"

Ellya thatguyinthestore AlexandraRoseLeclerc​

 

[CutieBoop]

Yoshi and Fuma

Yoshi nodded in response. Yoshi was ready to continue that journey, and to see Bobby have another chance at saving the world, it helped Yoshi feel happy. Mario must've had really great friends on his journies! And so, Yoshi was ready to begin with, he just needed the cue that it's good to follow along Bobby's group and be ready for the next area.

"Yoshi used to be scared, but Yoshisaurus resist these places now! Yoshi sure it won't be scawy for too long for friends!" It'll seem that way in Yoshi's optimism, but the others have different opinions than him. Mostly because of maturity levels, but oh well. The only reason he's used to it is because placing Yoshis in Bowser places were similar to Hell, but they weren't that frightening. Just challenging.




Fuma has preserved some information about Kyou + Kagutsuchi from second-hand by Mimaki already. His answers of it being like... a ritual, a blessing, bits of mythology, would be then stored in her 'encyclopedia'. It would be helpful for others if they needed to learn about Kyou's current status. It's strange to teammates like Sage and Orbeck for the first time, but they'll get used to it over time. ... Plus, the fact versions of Hell such as this made the homeland of many demons and devils alike, mostly evil ones. Fuma isn't a evil demon, so she shook her head. "No, Fuma and the Goetia have more good intentions at heart than the demons in most types of Hell. That should clarify which demons have better morals." Hopefully, it does not make Fuma too feared since they are in demon territory...

Of course the cheek kiss got Fuma blushing and smiling, with a side of a happy demoness holding a divine fox's hand. Geez, what a story. It would stutter her dialogue and explanations for a moment. "Y-yes, of c-course it is. It seems to be more the Christians' version of it, for Fuma's area of knowledge is useful. The Inferno's version of Hell had nine circles: Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Heresy, Violence, Fraud, and Treachery. These circles, in order, gradually increase their wickedness, and each soul is punished in the according fashion for the sins in the circles they're in. Dante, the character and author, goes through these circles before reaching an opportunity to escape at the end. It is part of the Divine Comedy epic poem. ... Speaking of, which one are we in? Suppose are we in Limbo... Or are we going to reach it?" Fuma raised a brow, before confirming with Jason, the one leading the groups, "Ready." This should answer Orbeck's question about the circles and of Dante. Besides that, they're just ready to follow along, walk through Hell, and figure out which version it was.

Tags: thatguyinthestore (Bobby, Leo, Jason) , Celestial Speck , Necessity4Fun , Laix_Lake , @ to others it may concern​

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Mood: Concerned, Inquisitive, Apprehensive
Tags:

thatguyinthestore

(Leo, GM)

Celestial Speck

(Mimaki),

CutieBoop

(Fuma),

Laix_Lake

(Orbeck)

-Art Credits--
Chiaki Morisawa Fanart [スタろぐ④] by ますぎ, minimally tweaked

Fire Flames Texture by arundel
Golden Floral Pattern from PNGkit,
original artist PaperElement?

Divider Set #02 by NorasFed, edited by me​

Leo had been quiet. Unusually so. The pyromancer's attempt to reassure the other had been met with no reaction, as he seemed to have closed up over the question of what 'Hell' meant. Fluster had melted in a mix of melancholy and frustration. He hated to see Leo like that, he hated the idea of this location bringing him way too many painful memories. Seeing him upset made Sage upset, and to want to do something about it. But what were even the options? They were definitely going to be here for a while...

The explanation of 'Hell' was a lot more straight-forward than the ones about demons. It was where bad people went when they died in other worlds. Now, such a thing would have had him wondering whether he was a bad person in a way, or if it was a side-effect of his ties to the Entity. Would, since as they had established they were probably not actually dead, he hadn't dwelled into it too much. Turns out, this was the concept that he had been missing during the 'demon' explanation. It put into perspective that they were seen as evil due to this Hell being their origins. Sometimes... an equivocated assumption, if Fuma was anything to go by. She was odd, and hard to read, but definitely not in a bad way. So, bad people went to Hell and then good people apparently went to a place called Heaven.
Did they not believe in Reincarnation where the demoness came from? Or maybe the number of Stars in the Sky wasn't finite? Obviously, the young man also knew nothing about Dante's Inferno previously, given that the concepts used in the story didn't exist in Saraiiho. Though he had definitely been covertly referred to as a 'Walking Inferno' a couple times... Either way, he didn't get what 'circle' meant, but it made the location sound veeery extensive, which in turn made him worry about Leo again.

Still silence. A little nod was progress, but the silence was still bothersome. The Descendant was at a loss of how to cheer him up, just remaining where he was, glued to the other, gaze downcast scurring his mind for an idea. These were the times that being just a little brighter or experienced would help. More often than not he lacked the capacity to follow up feelings with actions...

As the explanations kept piling up, Sage was unsure of how to take the whole Dharma Wheel thing. He respecfully listened, and followed Mimaki's pointers with his gaze, but it was sort of information that he didn't know what to do with. Like it wouldn't have made a difference to know it to this extent of detail or not. It didn't change how he felt at all. It was just, interesting, like something one would read in a book once and never touch it again.
Unlike Fuma, Orbeck and Hershel, the young man wasn't that driven towards knowledge, the need to know stuff. He had his moments, but more often than not he was just too simple-minded for these things. More often than not, they left him confused. That didn't mean that he hadn't understood it, he sort of had this time at least, gathered that this was similar to being recited the equivalent of the Book of Creation from a different world altogether. A different set of rules, a different set of tales.
The complexity of it was what left him a bit disoriented that's all.

It was only at the Kitsune's own take on 'Hell' that the pyromancer had perked up a bit more. Well, not at the start, it had been yet another shower of unknown ideas one after the other: 'Christians', 'Shinigami' were the main ones he got nothing about, not even from the context. However, there was one notion that he had a familiarity with and that was the concept of judgement, or more accurate to Saraiiho, evaluation. Even in Fuma's version, it seemed to take part. The fact that good people were rewarded in a way, while the bad ones didn't. In the young man's Universe, it meant the total destruction of a tainted Light. It was a result of living by a single emotion to destructive extremes, an opaque colored mark in one's Soul that didn't go away even after death and purification... It was purged from the cycle and replaced with a new one from the Nursery of Lights, to avoid past life whims of influencing the next journey as well.

Sometimes this felt a bit harsh, every emotion could be taken to extremes, even the good, positive ones. But it, also made some sense. Everyone had their whole lives to learn stability and balance. And also, self-care and respect. In controlled amounts.
Too much or too less of something always spelt trouble...

"If this is what 'Hell' looks like to people... What would 'Heaven' be like?", at this point, he had unglued from Leo, moving back to stand beside him. The fire gaze held in a wonderment, one could definitely tell that the topic intrigued him, even the tone was filled with a child-like curiosity, "And Ascension? You mean people can climb the ranks of the Magic Hierarchy where you come from?? They can change?", the listing of the so-called 'circles' had Sage again wondering if he fit anywhere, albeit briefly. Also, maybe the Entity went in Wrath. If it could die, "What's Limbo?", he had continued asking.

With the group off, guided by the silent hero and his lantern, The Descendant kept making conversation, excitedly awaiting the responses. This was a topic he could get behind of, religion and beliefs! Like really, he could ramble about his own for hours and hours and hours, non-stop. But there was some enjoyment in comparing it to other's worlds religions too. Confusion, yes, but enjoyment as well. As such, he hadn't really paid attention to their environment, trailing behind Fuma and Mimaki while being beside Leo and- Trying to ignore their exchange of affection. ...There was a brief glance towards the other's hand though, before he just whipped his head back to the front deciding that'd be very weird and sudden. Instead, after a couple breaths, the young man had come just a bit closer, trying to make it so the others wouldn't hear what he was about to say.

"Hey...", a glance towards the ground, words were hard, "Uhh, y-you know that you can tell me how you're feeling, right?", the pyromancer's gaze was filled with concern, but also understanding. He could guess what was bothering Leo before even get a new word back, "What do you need? Would distracting you help?"

Once they had gotten to the enormous door, it was as if Sage could feel his blood freeze. Last time they had been greeted by skeleton motifs it had been Facilier, and that had turned out to be terrible from the very start. Such a sight put every cell of his body in alert, what was beyond that passage could be a worst experience than even the fear-toxin, a trap waiting to lure them in. But even so, they had nowhere else to go. He swallowed in nervousness.

"Nope!", was the answer he had given to Jason's inquiry, "But doesn't seem like we have much choice..."

And with that, the Descendant had interpolated himself in-between the door and Leo, raising the Little Tiger guard up.
He honestly didn't know what to expect, even after all the explanations that he had been given.

 

[Ellya]

Geralt of Rivia

The group barely had time to celebrate their victory before they were confronted by a black-armored figure wielding a sword made of light. The Witcher didn't even get to consider a course of action before things just continued to spiral from there. Everything here was too much, too beyond him. The ceiling collapsed, and their assailant vanished. Maybe in much the same way the man who took Willow did. It would have to have been some sort of portal for him to leave that quickly. Just as he turned to ask questions of the leaders of the group, hoping they would have at least some idea what happened, his eyes settled on something that had his jaw on the floor. Was that a planet made of steel? It was impossibly huge, but covered in what almost looked like little buildings. "What the Hell?" It fired some sort of beam at them. As a reflex, he threw up a shield with Quen, but it was almost immediately annihilated as the ship was pretty much turned to dust.

The Witcher didn't come to for some time. When he did, he briefly realized that they were most certainly not on the Axiom anymore. His hand came up to his forehead with a groan. Physically, he was surprisingly unharmed, given that in the moment of his death, he definitely found out what being instantly melted felt like. His head hurt like someone had taken an axe to it, though. Probably a side effect of experiencing the terror at the instant of death. As with many here, this wasn't his first death, but it still certainly didn't sit right with him. He wasn't even sure if what had happened before counted. Slowly, he stood up away from Ciri. "What's happening here?" He frowned, taking in his surroundings. Rocks, craggy and dark, surrounded them on all sides, and in front of them was a door covered in bones. Now, there was no equivalent of Hell in his world; the Eternal Flame didn't dwell on any afterlife. The existence of wraiths and other specters certainly implied something after death, sure, but only if you looked at it that way. Everyone was still carrying all their things, and the entire group seemed to be present. Were they even dead? "How are we all still alive?"

TheElenaFisher thatguyinthestore

Frank Castle

So Atreus had been to Hell before. Maybe. It certainly didn't sound like any idea of Hell he had ever heard about. Had they died to go there, and then fought their way out? It seemed the boy and his father had been through quite a lot together. Frank wasn't sure that made him feel any better about how Kratos had treated his son in their brief interaction, or how Atreus had spoken about his father when backed into a corner on the subject. The boy actually seemed pretty calm about it, though, more worried about what was happening around them than what was in their past. "If you got out of a place like this before, then I'm sure we're in good hands, kiddo." Frank felt Atreus, bow in hand, rest his hands on top of the old man's head. For his part, Frank kept the Passport in hand. Never knew what could be around the corner, let alone through a giant fuck-off skeleton door. He raised the weapon slightly, then nodded to Jason to show he was ready.

To his right, Ellie did her best to hide the fact that she was afraid. He felt more relieved than anything. Some healthy fear when dealing with the unknown would hopefully keep her from making mistakes. At least this Jett person seemed a bit less problematic than Thorne when talking to Ellie. "I've been to Hell once. Briefly. It wasn't exactly like this." Frank left out the part where he got out by being turned into something from a Mary Shelley novel. The memory was blurry. Faded. Dark. Like someone else's poorly described fever dream. It was something probably best forgotten. "I don't remember it very well." As the door got ready to open, he glanced down to Ellie. She was armed, but had hardly demonstrated anything in the realm of classical training. Unsurprising, given her age. Most what she did know about fighting seemed to come from either instinct or experience. Better to ask now before she shot someone if things got very chaotic. "How well do you know how to use that pistol?"

Ellya thatguyinthestore AlexandraRoseLeclerc​

Ellie
"Jesus, you both went to hell before? Fuck, I'd be jealous, but..." The girl motioned her arms around her. "Well, here I am..."

Frank then asked about her skill with a pistol. "Psh..." she scoffed, pulling it out and tossing it in the air with a good twirl before catching it again. That was definitely something she'd practiced in the downtime she occasionally had. Not a useful skill, but it looked pretty cool. "I know how to handle this thing, trust me..."

Truth is that she only pretty much knew how to point and pull. There wasn't much more to it in her eyes. A rifle had kickback you had to be ready for, and a bow had many other delicate and detailed things going on. A pistol was just an old reliable 'blam blam' and the guy would be dead.

 

[thatguyinthestore]

"Huh?" Leo asked when Sage approached him, seeming a bit confused. "Oh... I'm fine." He said, offering up a smile and a short nod. "Just... really distracted, is all. Ya know - being dead and everything." He said, before letting out a small chuckle. "Being dead just takes a lot out of you... ya know?"

Regardless of this and the few other interactions that were occurring around you all, the door was soon pushed open, with Jason and Link both taking point in front of the group and leading you into the room ahead. The room in question was what appeared to be a crypt of some kind. It was a pitch black room for the most part, which was par for the course for the rest of Hell anyways. The only things that illuminated the room were several blue flames, which formed a circle around a small, seemingly circular slap of concrete.

"Yup... this sure fits the bill for Hell..." Jason said aloud as he stood in the center of the new area and took a look around. As you all began to look around, a weirdly... high-pitched voice could be heard amidst the darkness. It was quiet and hard to hear, but judging by the tone alone, it didn't really sound too happy. It spoke in a British accent as well, which only appeared to amplify the anger it presented.

"Bloody waking me up... can't even get five minutes of sleep anymore..."

A large shadow began to loom over you all. It was almost identical in shape to the one that Blake had seen, complete with the mysterious cloak and scythe. Jason and the others looked at this new shadow warily as it made itself known to you all, and then it finally entered the room with you, leaving the darkness entirely. And let's just say that it was a bit... underwhelming.

Despite the gigantic shadow that had loomed over the group mere moments ago, the figure was actually just a really short looking skeleton - one that was much shorter than all of you. It carried a large scythe that appeared to be a whole head taller than him. He fit the bill for "grim reaper" pretty well, at least. "Alright, let's get this over with..." He sighed as he brought his hand up to his empty eye sockets and began to rub them tiredly.... however that even worked. "My name is Gregg... Gregg the Grim Reaper... don't laugh, otherwise I'll cut your balls off." He said, before letting out a loud sigh and gesturing to the endless darkness around him. "You are all dead, in case you couldn't bloody tell, and now you are here in Hell. Any questions?"

"Oh! Oh!" Bobby excitedly shouted from the back as he hopped up and down. "Do you have anything to eat? Because I am STARVING!"

"You.... don't even have a mouth..." Jason said in a confused tone as he looked down at the sentient wind-up bomb.

"I know," Bobby replied as he looked up to Jason. "But I like to stare at the food sometimes and pretend that I'm eating it."

"Okay..." Gregg muttered underneath his breath as he rose a hand up to rub the bridge of his non-existent nose. "Do any of you have any questions that aren't fucking stupid?"

BarrenThin2 ConnorOfficials Celestial Speck CutieBoop Necessity4Fun Ellya BoltBeam PolikShadowbliss quadraxis201 Laix_Lake AlexandraRoseLeclerc​

 

[Ciscodog]

Killua Zoldyck

Mood: Shocked
Nen: 95%
Stamina: 95%
Health: Average
Interactions: thatguyinthestore (Gregg)

H-hell? Here? Now? Why? Dammit!
He seemed to have been taken aback extremely. He looked at the Grim Reapers's.... nonexistent eyes. He asked his main question.
"If we're dead, we saw several others die, too. Now where the heck are they?"
He looked with determination, but on the inside, he felt very... strange. Like he was giving up or something. He had to stay in the game... but how? He had just been told he straight up died at age 14. Something had to be off. There is something Gregg's hiding. He kept it to himself, and stared into the eye sockets of death themself.

Other mentions: All my dead homies out there​

 

[Ellya]

"Huh?" Leo asked when Sage approached him, seeming a bit confused. "Oh... I'm fine." He said, offering up a smile and a short nod. "Just... really distracted, is all. Ya know - being dead and everything." He said, before letting out a small chuckle. "Being dead just takes a lot out of you... ya know?"

Regardless of this and the few other interactions that were occurring around you all, the door was soon pushed open, with Jason and Link both taking point in front of the group and leading you into the room ahead. The room in question was what appeared to be a crypt of some kind. It was a pitch black room for the most part, which was par for the course for the rest of Hell anyways. The only things that illuminated the room were several blue flames, which formed a circle around a small, seemingly circular slap of concrete.

"Yup... this sure fits the bill for Hell..." Jason said aloud as he stood in the center of the new area and took a look around. As you all began to look around, a weirdly... high-pitched voice could be heard amidst the darkness. It was quiet and hard to hear, but judging by the tone alone, it didn't really sound too happy. It spoke in a British accent as well, which only appeared to amplify the anger it presented.

"Bloody waking me up... can't even get five minutes of sleep anymore..."

A large shadow began to loom over you all. It was almost identical in shape to the one that Blake had seen, complete with the mysterious cloak and scythe. Jason and the others looked at this new shadow warily as it made itself known to you all, and then it finally entered the room with you, leaving the darkness entirely. And let's just say that it was a bit... underwhelming.

Despite the gigantic shadow that had loomed over the group mere moments ago, the figure was actually just a really short looking skeleton - one that was much shorter than all of you. It carried a large scythe that appeared to be a whole head taller than him. He fit the bill for "grim reaper" pretty well, at least. "Alright, let's get this over with..." He sighed as he brought his hand up to his empty eye sockets and began to rub them tiredly.... however that even worked. "My name is Gregg... Gregg the Grim Reaper... don't laugh, otherwise I'll cut your balls off." He said, before letting out a loud sigh and gesturing to the endless darkness around him. "You are all dead, in case you couldn't bloody tell, and now you are here in Hell. Any questions?"

"Oh! Oh!" Bobby excitedly shouted from the back as he hopped up and down. "Do you have anything to eat? Because I am STARVING!"

"You.... don't even have a mouth..." Jason said in a confused tone as he looked down at the sentient wind-up bomb.

"I know," Bobby replied as he looked up to Jason. "But I like to stare at the food sometimes and pretend that I'm eating it."

"Okay..." Gregg muttered underneath his breath as he rose a hand up to rub the bridge of his non-existent nose. "Do any of you have any questions that aren't fucking stupid?"

BarrenThin2 ConnorOfficials Celestial Speck CutieBoop Necessity4Fun Ellya BoltBeam PolikShadowbliss quadraxis201 Laix_Lake AlexandraRoseLeclerc​

Atreus & Ellie
BarrenThin2 thatguyinthestore
Atreus pretty quickly lowered his bow when realizing that the entity was no threat. He just stared with a look of confusion on his face, head slightly tilted. "G... Gregg the Grim Reaper...?" He muttered softly. "What... What do you do here? And how do we get out?"

In the meantime, Ellie's eyebrows raised up when she saw the little guy. She could barely hold back a chuckle at seeing the sheer size of his scythe compared to him, but when he said his name, alas... She giggled. For a pretty long time actually. There was even a snort. And it just wouldn't stop.
"Ehheheheh... Ahah... Ahh... Gregg? Pffffh... O-Oh my god... Oh, fuck... Oh, fuck you gotta be kidding... Ahahahahah...."
Every time she looked at the creature, her fit of giggles was revitalized. She had to rest her arms on her knees as she just couldn't stop laughing. Shit was hilarious. And she really tried so very hard to keep her chuckling hidden, but come on. Gregg? "I.. I'm not laughing, I swear, it's just... F-... Fucking Gregg, man... Ooh shit, you're killing me... Ehehahah..."​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

"They already passed through here, you little prick!" Gregg shouted in response to Killua, clearly not impressed by the boy's impatient tone. He then looked over at Atreus. "Well, I'm the bloody Grim Reaper. What the hell do you think I'm here for?" He asked, before scoffing slightly. "And you get out when I say you get out!" He then looked over at Ellie and growled a bit, before bonking her upside the head with his scythe. Not the blade, mind you. Just the wooden part. "What part of 'don't laugh' did you not just understand? If you're that bad at listening to what people say, then it's no wonder you lot died in the first place..."

Ciscodog Ellya​

 

[Celestial Speck]

thatguyinthestore
​

Immediately, at the figure of what could only be described as a Shinigami to Mimaki and Kagutsuchi, both men eyed the Grim Reaper. They...Highly doubted he was the Grim Reaper. In their belief, Shinigami were...Entities. Spirits. Serving gods of death and leading people to Yomi. But regardless...They were indeed dead? That just...Didn't make sense. Immediately, Mimaki seemed ready to ask a few questions, but Kagutsuchi already stepped in front of the group and was walking towards Greg. The God of Fire who birthed Death in his world smiled at the Reaper, offering a hand for him to shake respectfully, while Mimaki only deadpanned.

"A pleasure to meet you, Shinigami Greg-san." Kagutsuchi spoke, his voice booming and fiery as always. "I am Kagutsuchi Mikoto! If I may confirm, is this Hell Eastern or Western? I don't believe I've ever seen the Western hell at first glance, so I wish to reaffirm." ...Kagutsuchi was probably taking this way too easily. But hey, he's someone who's died before. And he wasn't laughing, either. At least that was a plus, right?

"I...Ahem, it's a pleasure to meet you as well. I am Mimaki Kunosuke." Mimaki spoke, offering a respectful bow to the extremely stereotypical looking Grim Reaper. "I...Have a few questions as well. First of all, why are we hell? I don't believe all of us are bad people, I mean...We have fought much worse people." Mimaki coughed into his hands, he wasn't saying this about himself- he had sinned, but he knew that if he died, his soul would be brought to heaven. Although...It was possible he was beyond his father's reach, or he was forced here...Somehow. "...I myself am meant not to die unless specific criteria are met. I'm not sure if a 'big laser' falls onto that. Were we forced down here somehow?"

"And may we get out, if it isn't a bother? We have a multiverse to save, Greg-san."

Mimaki shuddered, for some reason, he didn't like that Kagutsuchi was asking this nicely, he couldn't place his finger as to why.

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Gregg would look down at the offered hand for a moment, staring at it silently. Then, he slowly raised the dull, wooden end of his scythe, and slowly pushed Kagutsuchi's hand away from him."It's just Hell." Gregg spoke in a blunt tone, before looking over to Mimaki. "I don't bloody know! I don't make the rules, ya know!" He shouted, before gesturing with his arms. "All I know is that you all died and ended up here, so now you're with me." Gregg spoke in a tired tone, before sighing at Mimaki's second question. "That may be how it works in your universe, smart-arse, but when you hop universes, the Multiverse bends whatever pre-determined rules your own universe set on your... being." Gregg replied, his annoyed and tired sounding tone not changing in the slightest as he spoke. He then turned to face Kagutsuchi. "Yeah? Well, I have some sleep to catch up on and Cheers to watch. Yet here I am, tending to you sodding pricks."

Celestial Speck​

 

[Ellya]

Atreus & Ellie
BarrenThin2 thatguyinthestore

"OW! Motherfucker!"
Ellie yelped out, immediately trying to grab the guy's scythe as it withdrew from her head, but she was too late.

Atreus, in the meantime, still sat on top of Frank's shoulders looking down at Gregg. "Oh... Well uh... Would you please let us out then? We don't wanna take up too much of your time, and we don't have a lot of it ourselves. I'm sure you don't wanna deal with all of us anyway." The boy turned his head to look at the entire group of people and other creatures behind them and around them. "Although... You must be pretty lonely if all you have to do is sleep and... cheer." Atreus didn't mean anything offensive by it, his tone sounding quite innocent and sweet actually.

Ellie however, wasn't so friendly. "Yeah, and since you go around beating people with sticks, Gregg... How about you do us all a favor and let us the fuck out of this shithole?" She said while rubbing her head. "Jesus, that fucking hurt..."​

 

[Atomic Chucklenuts]

Sora’s offer to help Bobby was rejected when he reveals he actually has his memories restored due to the help of his friends. “Oh. That’s good. It’s nice to have friends that help you when you’re in a rough patch.”

They move out and find a dark cave they’ll have to enter. Fortunately for them, Link provides a candle, showing them the way. “Where did he even get that?” Rex questioned, but quickly shrugs it off. They walk enough until they come across a door in front of them. The boys readied their axes and swords, Jason opens the door only to find.. the grim reaper? He introduces himself as Gregg and tells them not to laugh. Considering he’s a grim reaper, it’s best not to get on his bad side.


“Oh. Hey there. I don’t suppose you can help us get out of here?”

“Or tell us how we’re here in the first place when we haven’t done anything wrong?”


thatguyinthestore

 

[Celestial Speck]

thatguyinthestore | CutieBoop | Ellya
​

"'Just Hell?' Hmmm..." Kagutsuchi spoke, rubbing his chin. Just Hell really didn't explain much to him, since there could be various meanings to hell. His own, the Western one, Eastern one...He never bothered to read up on how they Yet, Kagutsuchi tilted his head at Gregg saying he needed sleep to catch up to and watching something. This sure didn't feel like a proper Shinigami, did it? He even refused his handshake! Hmph. The Fire Deity crossed his arms, shaking his head. "...Very well. So be it, then. We'll get out of here, whichever hell this is." Kagutsuchi spoke, already looking for exits from the room, but not leaving yet, just looking.

Regardless, Mimaki just frowned at Gregg. His explanation was short and while some may think is simple, it just sounded...Confusing. The way he said it implied the multiverse had a will of its own, a thought that made Mimaki's face pale. Not because of some manner of existential dread, but something deeper. For a moment, his soul felt panicked, and he could almost feel his emotions of fear and trauma from the past mixing themselves with paranoia and almost overpowering his Willpower, and him holding Fuma's hand got stronger.

Breathe. Amenominakanushi is gone. The multiverse does not have a will. It's a balancing measure- he's a Balance Keeper, he can understand it.

"...It's-- It's a balancing measure, right? I...Suppose that makes sense, as someone meant to keep balance." Mimaki mumbled, but his voice and emotion largely died down.

Kagutsuchi simply walked towards Mimaki, and offered him a slight tap on the shoulder, the divine fox paused, however, after a moment, he simply smiled, and nodded. Even if he remembers and acts like his past self, it's still Kyou. Still his best friend.

"...Like the kid said, once more, we would like out. None of us exactly wish to be dead. Do you have some sort of...'Manager' we can talk to?"

...Mimaki wasn't sure if Kagutsuchi meant talking with his fists, or talking with words. It was a 50/50 chance.

 

[Kameron Esters-]

Captain Falcon wakes up abruptly "Who! What! Where! Where are we? Did I blackout? I remember we were fighting and...! I didn't get a chance to throw hands..DANG IT!I must've been too hyped that I blacked-out! I've been missing ALL the good fights! Where are...." Captain Falcon falls silent as he takes in the view of where they were at "No...No...NoNoNoNoNONNONONONOOOOO! NO! THIS IS BULLMESS! Space gods, WHY?! WHY AM I HERE!? I don't belong here! I am a good, virtuous stud--Soul...! Soul...! Like me doesn't belong here! I have done...Just about everything right! ...Save my dislike for Ness! But c'moooon! You can't say that kid doesn't annoy you! PK Fire! PK Freeze! PK FLASH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I don't even swear, man! Despite my uncontrollable urge to do so at the moment...! That's gotta count for something! I-I just..." Falcon begins to sob silently "I don't belong here....Bad people belong here....Like Jaywalkers and...People who try purchasing 11 items in 10 item checkout....And pedophiles, they belong here too but...But not me....I am not a bad person..."
thatguyinthestore

 

[ConnorOfficials]

Lilith
Location: Hell (Oh yeah, we've been bad >: )

As the door opened a shadowy figure engulfed over everyone and soon the figure reveled himself to be The Grim Reaper, but he looked a bit more cartoony then anyone would imagine and was also pretty bitter. Lilith looked down at him, expecting him to look a little bit more menacing but the whole journey has had so many strange happenings as of late so she she just decided to roll with whatever happens at this point. The Grim Reaper was open to questions at the moment so she asked him one. "Hey I know I'm tempting fate here but I've died once before so have I just been randomly brought here or have I actually died twice?"

Interactions:
thatguyinthestore (Gregg)​

 

[BarrenThin2]

Frank Castle

All this thinking about dying was starting to make Frank's head hurt. There was at least one more death that he was struggling to recall, now that he was thinking about it. He remembered coming back as something else entirely, wielding strange weapons. Something told him that, much like his memories of being a stitched-together monsters, these strange visions were better forgotten. He exhaled at Ellie saying she was almost jealous, by now recognizable as about as close to a genuine chuckle as he would give. "Welcome. Now you've seen it all." When she spun the pistol, the humor faded from his face as Frank looked down at her sternly. "Don't play with guns. You'll shoot yourself, or someone else." That answered his question well enough. She had certainly handled a weapon like the pistol before, but not enough to respect it very much. Next came the door opening. Time to face whatever waited for them.

A shape loomed into view, hunched over, scythe in hand. Frank raised his rifle, planing his feet and getting ready for a fight as the creature stepped into the light of their lantern... and was a short, stubby skeleton in a black cloak. It took quite a bit of effort for him not to laugh, himself, the corners of his mouth twitching in protest. This was Death? At least for this universe. Death's name is Gregg. Two gs. It did, however, mean their expiration might be notably more permanent than his deaths in Murder. Off to the side, Captain Falcon was absolutely losing his mind about all of this. The man was in tears, weeping about how he didn't deserve this. Bold words, for someone that had attacked a child back at the arena. Of course, Frank was still unaware that was Double Trouble, disguised as Falcon. "Quit whining." Came his derisive response to the noise.

When Ellie couldn't contain herself, Frank felt his gun come back up, for all the good it would likely have done him. Fortunately, Death was just giving her a good clout around the head. Not undeserved. He did his best to hide his smile at her expense, but couldn't quite keep it out of his eyes. Atreus was on the right track, though. If anyone could get them back to the land of the living, it was the Grim Reaper. He imagined if they were just meant to die, they wouldn't be having this conversation. "Alright, Gregg, yes, we know we can only leave if you say so. Do you want something from us, or are we just here to stay? Why are some of these people," He gestured to Atreus and the squid-kid, but conspicuously not himself or Ellie, then continued, "Here at all? This jus tthe only place people go when they die around here?"

Ellya thatguyinthestore Kameron Esters-​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

"I already answered both of your questions." Gregg deadpanned in response to Sora and Rex, before turning to face Kagutsuchi and sighing. "Look, there may be different Hells in whatever... universe you crawled out from, but because you died outside of your own universe, you are in the overall, singular, Multiversal Hell. The others are more so hotels you use until you get here. In the actual Hell." He then turned to Mimaki and simply shrugged. "Sure. Whatever you say." He said, and then he looked back at Kagutsuchi. "He's out at the moment." Gregg replied... and then Captain Falcon started crying over something or another, which prompted Gregg to bonk him over the head as he'd done to Ellie. "Calm your bloody arse down!" He shouted angrily, before turning to face Lilith. Even though he lacked eyebrows or anything of the sort, he seemed to be... confused by her presence. His expression had shifted slightly to fit such a mood. It was as if despite his lack of expression, he still could emote ever so slightly.

"I... don't even know how you got here, since you're very clearly a ghost..." Gregg would say as a scroll appeared in front of him out of literal thin air. He pointed a bony finger at the scroll in question, seeming to go over the list of names. "Name, please? And surname?" He'd ask Lilith while looking at the floating scroll in front of him. As he looked over the list, he heard Frank's question. Even though he lacked eyes, the groan that followed the man's question made it pretty easy to assume that he would be rolling them right now regardless. "I have to profile all of you first. It's part of my job. I don't even get paid very much for it." He explained with a sigh, as he continued to look over that list of his. Then, at Frank's second question, Gregg only groaned again. "How many bloody times are you people going to ask that same fucking question!?" He shouted angrily, despite not even looking at Frank as he spoke. "If I didn't know the first time it was asked, and I didn't know the second time, what in Satan's arse makes you think I'll know it the third time around?"

BarrenThin2 Kameron Esters- ConnorOfficials Ellya Atomic Chucklenuts Celestial Speck Ciscodog​

 

[Kameron Esters-]

"Why should I?! I've been abandoned anyway...! Sent to spend the rest of eternity to suffer next to the humanity's worst dregs...! Do you know how that feels? Hm? To know you weren't good enough to go to Heaven!? Or be one with the aether or whatever! That all you've done in your life...You were wrong...And now it's too late....I can't....I can't say goodbye to any of them now....To tell them I'm sorry that I was a jerk sometimes...To tell them thanks for still being my friends...That I loved them all....Except for Ness...." thatguyinthestore BarrenThin2

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Absolute dread filled Kara’s heart. That’s it, they failed. In one fell swoop the entire multiverse was doomed. And Supergirl was in hell - turns out being a former beacon of Hope didn’t count for much in Hell. She didn’t seriously believe they were dead until this Gregg confirmed it.

If that’s the case then they were going to have to find a way to break out! Being dead won’t stop them- besides she was a bloody Superhero- they always came back. At least in theory.

“Kara Zor-El.” She said, low and miserable when she was called. What circle of Hell will she end up in? Pride? Or maybe Sloth?

It didn’t matter anyway.

She was dead.

She looked over to Captain Falcon. Then walked over to him. She seemed about to say something along the lines of “it’s going to be alright” but instead she said.

“We’re in a pretty shitty situation but I know we will get out of it. The good guys always win right?”

Or what passed for good guys anyway.

thatguyinthestore
Kameron Esters-

 

[ConnorOfficials]

Lilith
Location: Hell

It seems as if not even Gregg knows how Lilith got here so he spawns a scroll in front of him seemingly out of nowhere and asks for her name and asks for her name and surname to witch Lilith responds. "Lilith Audrey." She says as Gregg tries to scan through the scroll to find said name.

Interactions:
thatguyinthestore (Gregg)​

 

[Lazaro1505]

Gretar​

Ok, so after a small break, Jason agreed with what the old cultist had to say, and went to go inside one of the caves, with Link coming ahead to the group with a lantern lighting the dark tunnels. Gretar merely followed everyone else, but some strange things happened with the others, but Gretar focuses mostly on the path ahead, which lead to some sort of door, which everyone prepared to breach and enter..... well more like just walking inside normally. But what they met inside, was some sort of skeleton in robes and a scythe claiming to be the Grim Reaper, and Gretar would have normally disregarded this, even in his own world as some sort of weird occurrence, but considering the multiverse and what happened recently, he might as well put it into the lost of many things debunked back at home. Like the Grim Reaper being some sort of underpaid skeleton, or the fact that multiple hells exist, but usually just some sort of ‘hotel’ until everyone goes into the one and true hell.

some people asked their questions, which the Skeleton lazily and in a harsh like tone to them, problem just wanting to finish his job already.... but now, was the first part was to do a profile in order to get in, which Gretar responded with “Gretar... Jormugandr cultist of the Jormugandr clan in the lands of Valkenheim, also the samurai of Myria, and knights of Ashfield..... but I believe we all died the same way, well I didn’t know what it was since I had my bloody eyes closed, but I guess you could tell from the others and their information of their deaths....” as he rested his hammer upon his right shoulder, always being within reach in case something bad were to happen.

thatguyinthestore @ Whomst’dve it may concern

 

[Ellya]

Atreus & Ellie
thatguyinthestore BarrenThin2 Lazaro1505
Ellie was still rubbing her head from the hit earlier. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she groaned, rolling her eyes. "Listen man, we don't even have to be here long, so quit playing a glorified receptionist and get us the fuck out of here."

Atreus seemed to be used to Ellie's cursing by now, just continuing in his casual cheerful tone. "I'm Atreus" he announced when hearing everyone say their names. "And this is Ellie and Frank." He leaned over a little bit on top of Frank's shoulders to see what the skeleton man was writing. He did turn his head and gave a curious look at Gretar when he announced himself, feeling like he heard a pretty familiar name drop there, but shrugged it off. Maybe it was just more voices in his head. It was getting hard to tell which were real with so many people around.​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

"Yes, but your whining is getting bloody tears all over my uniform!' Gregg shouted in response, before shoving Captain Falcon away from him with the end of his scythe. "So if you're gonna wallow in your own self pity, do it over there!" He shouted angrily in response, before returning to his list once Lilith gave him her full name. "Let's see here..." He said as he traced the names with his skeletal hand. Eventually he stopped on a name and nodded, "Ah, yes. Lilith. Says here you originally died by suicide, and then by a gigantic laser..." He said, before pulling his hand back by his side, which caused the scroll to close up and subsequently vanish. "Well, that explains it, then." He said as he looked at the ghost girl. "Lasers vaporize ghosts." Gregg explained, though before he could dwell any further on that, Ellie began to pipe up again, which only made him groan once more. "Maybe if you'd quit acting so bloody entitled, I could get my job done faster!" He snapped towards the young girl.

Ellya Kameron Esters- ConnorOfficials BarrenThin2 Lazaro1505 Celestial Speck PolikShadowbliss Atomic Chucklenuts​

 

[Ellya]

"Maybe if you'd quit acting so bloody entitled, I could get my job done faster!" He snapped towards the young girl.

"What, am I getting under your skin?"

​