Chronology: Ultimate

[Ciscodog]

Killua Zoldyck

Mood: Uncomfortable
Nen: 95%
Stamina: 85%
Health: Average
Interactions: thatguyinthestore (Boo-nager)

"Alright, I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."
Killua took the hint and got out of there. He looked a lot more friendly when he got to the casino.
He grabbed the bucket of rotten water and exited the casino. He dumped all the water out the back and returned to the casino. He grabbed the mop and dropped them back in the janitor's closet in the kitchen.
Guh... that was gross. Glad that's done. Might get paid extra since I got most of the rest of the place though.
He sat in thought taking a small break from all the work.
+5 Stamina
I wonder if Sage is gonna come by, too.

Other Mentions: Necessity4Fun (Sage) @ Casino gang​

 

[BarrenThin2]

Frank Castle

Both kids had plenty to say as Frank checked his mirrors, not making a sound while they talked. Lilith had the more understandable reaction. Frank's warning about a trap wasn't an empty one; some degree of suspicion was definitely warranted. The truck already ready to go for someone to take it, and they were going to an abandoned strip club in downtown where other demons had already seen the radio demon. In truth, it seemed far more likely this was a trick than that it wasn't, but the old vigilante didn't really see any other options for them. Glancing over at Lilith briefly, he seemed to consider the question. "I don't know. I'm not sure whether or not there are laws in Hell for something to be illegal, but chances are it's something he doesn't want stolen, or people to know he has. More likely, it's nothing good, and we're walking into a trap." Frank tried not to think too hard about how a ghost was riding in the truck with him as he answered the question. Maybe she could avoid floating through stuff if she wanted to.

Behind him, Ellie almost seemed excited. Compared to Frank's deadly serious look, she definitely was. Still, as he answered her questions, it was a relief that she was back to herself. It certainly didn't mean she was used to what she had seen (not that that was a bad thing), but it did make their lives a bit easier in the moment. "Yes, we're running an errand for the 'ghost dudes.' On the off chance he is on the level, he might tell us how to find the Radio Demon. Assuming he's not where we're going anyways." Frank's eyes studied the mirrors as he drove, watching for anyone that might be following the truck. "Hell I know it is worse than this. If everyone goes here, though, maybe it's not Hell as I know it. Either that, or whoever made it is a sadistic prick."

What she said next almost made him smile. A young teenager going to a strip club, abandoned or not. He remembered being like that, once. Still, if this was how she was going to act, she was going to have to wait... Then she quipped at him. His half-smile faded, before his expression darkened entirely, falling back into the tight-jawed stare at the road. A brief flash of images crossed his mind, the same that followed him always. Muzzle flashes. Maria in the grass. "The only reason I've ever been to a strip club was to shoot someone," Came his measured, but curt response. It seemed he had no intention of engaging that line of conversation at all.

Ellya ConnorOfficials @semi truck
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[marc122]

Weiss Schnee and Yang Xiao Long

Pentagram City, Hell
#99D5FF and #FAC51C = Speech
(Freezer) (Burn)​

As Weiss and Yang went towards downtown, deep into the city, they took heed of Alastor's apparent power. Strong enough to defeat some of Hell's toughest entities overnight? With the audacity to broadcast all that to every screen in the afterlife?

From that, they could make out the fact that he was a showman, especially since the first time they encountered him, he also put on a show...that was much tamer.

Eventually, Team RWBY had arrived.

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And, it wasn't pretty.

Such a contrasting nature of the area's architecture was enough to remind the two women that they were entering the bottom of a barrel. Just as with Atlas and Mantle, it was within Pentagram City. The signature, demonic twist on structural design was absent.

"Did we somehow--" Yang said at first, then as she took another second to process what was going on, she noticed that the ever-present red hues were still present. Not just that, but as she looked up, she could still make out the stalactites and stalagmites, except now they stood way above a gigantic, red pentagram. Yang sighed, looking back downwards, as she checked out more of the section, all the while Vaggie explained.

Vandalism. Junked vehicles. Whispers. Footsteps.

"Right," Yang said, "We'll also need to keep a lookout on any potential trouble. Weiss and I can split up to look somewhere with Ruby. The rest of you can decide where to go."

"And in case of an emergency, or if we find that strip club," Weiss continued for Yang, "We'll let you know."

thatguyinthestore (GM, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Ruby Rose), TheElenaFisher (Blake), @Celestial Speck (Kagutsuchi, Mimaki), @JRay (Sora, Rex), @DerpyCarp (Lealan), Laix_Lake (Vauban Prime), Lazaro1505 (Tardif), BoltBeam (Agent 3)

 

[Ellya]

Frank Castle

Both kids had plenty to say as Frank checked his mirrors, not making a sound while they talked. Lilith had the more understandable reaction. Frank's warning about a trap wasn't an empty one; some degree of suspicion was definitely warranted. The truck already ready to go for someone to take it, and they were going to an abandoned strip club in downtown where other demons had already seen the radio demon. In truth, it seemed far more likely this was a trick than that it wasn't, but the old vigilante didn't really see any other options for them. Glancing over at Lilith briefly, he seemed to consider the question. "I don't know. I'm not sure whether or not there are laws in Hell for something to be illegal, but chances are it's something he doesn't want stolen, or people to know he has. More likely, it's nothing good, and we're walking into a trap." Frank tried not to think too hard about how a ghost was riding in the truck with him as he answered the question. Maybe she could avoid floating through stuff if she wanted to.

Behind him, Ellie almost seemed excited. Compared to Frank's deadly serious look, she definitely was. Still, as he answered her questions, it was a relief that she was back to herself. It certainly didn't mean she was used to what she had seen (not that that was a bad thing), but it did make their lives a bit easier in the moment. "Yes, we're running an errand for the 'ghost dudes.' On the off chance he is on the level, he might tell us how to find the Radio Demon. Assuming he's not where we're going anyways." Frank's eyes studied the mirrors as he drove, watching for anyone that might be following the truck. "Hell I know it is worse than this. If everyone goes here, though, maybe it's not Hell as I know it. Either that, or whoever made it is a sadistic prick."

What she said next almost made him smile. A young teenager going to a strip club, abandoned or not. He remembered being like that, once. Still, if this was how she was going to act, she was going to have to wait... Then she quipped at him. His half-smile faded, before his expression darkened entirely, falling back into the tight-jawed stare at the road. A brief flash of images crossed his mind, the same that followed him always. Muzzle flashes. Maria in the grass. "The only reason I've ever been to a strip club was to shoot someone," Came his measured, but curt response. It seemed he had no intention of engaging that line of conversation at all.

Ellya ConnorOfficials @semi truck
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Ellie
Ellie seemed to catch on to Frank's sudden change in mood pretty quickly. She lifted her head for just a few seconds to look at him, then lied back down. "Well... Let's hope there'll be none of that this time, huh?" She muttered softly, then actually moving to lie down properly on the elevated sleeping platform. It wasn't exactly comfortable, probably needed some kind of mattress, but Ellie ended up closing her eyes anyway. If this ride lasted much longer, she'd probably end up falling asleep.

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Within the span of about fifteen minutes, Frank and the others arrived at the lot that King Boo had told them to meet at. The abandoned buildings and vehicles of the downtown area was probably pretty telling of whatever King Boo had wanted delivered. Judging by the multitude of old, broken down cars that littered the streets, it was safe to assume that the red semi Frank was driving was the only working truck in the area. Due to the dark tint of the truck's windshield, as well as the overall murky area, it was rather hard for Frank to make it out. However, in the distance, Frank and the others could make out a few dark figures slowly moving towards the truck. They were practically just silhouettes, making it hard for Frank (or anyone near him) to identify them.

Likewise, the group that had made their way downtown would find a red semi-truck parking in a vacant lot. A lot which appeared to be right next to an abandoned strip club of sorts...

BarrenThin2 Ellya marc122 ConnorOfficials Lazaro1505 QizPizza​

 

[quadraxis201]

Akari "Paladin" Kishiri
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Akari nodded when Sans gave his name and some amount of approval towards the Persona-user's own pun. "I... try... sometimes. But, nice to meet you, Sans." Akari returned his gaze back to his notepad and wrote Sans' order in it. "One burger and fries, got it... and, how would you like that burger cooked? Medium? Medium Rare? Well Done?"

Interactions:
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@BooCasino
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[Lazaro1505]

Tardif the Bounty Hunter

HP: 52/52
Stress: 0/100​

The question from earlier was answered when Vaggie spoke about Alastor killing all of the most powerful entities in hell overnight and broadcasted it as well for other to see his carnage.... Did I ever remember seeing that broadcast? Probably, but I was probably too tired or drunk to remember about it. But now, they were officially in downtown.... and while I may have been here one or twice.... I still couldn’t get over the feeling of being in both a strange but hostile environment as well.... but the occasional whisper and footsteps made me alert, looking around his environment in order to make sure nothing sneaks up on us.

And to make sure they won’t come at them in the first place, my right arm reached for my back before taking out the one-handed axe, while my left arm held onto a piece of rope attached to his waist, with a hook at the end of it... mostly used to bring opponents closer to my range. This would probably discourage those with some common sense and survival instincts from getting closer, as I whispered quietly to the group “Make sure to make yourself appear too much to handle.... don’t want to be attacked randomly by some of the.... bad folk here.... the more of us... the better the intimidation and discouragement to thiefs and thugs.... works better if you have a weapon....” as I continued walking, making sure to keep an eye behind them as well.

But now, there was a red semi-truck parked in a vacant lot, near at what seems to be our target, an abandoned strip club.... still, this may be troublesome depending if whether or not people were in that truck. I turned and whispered once more to the group “So, how you wanna handle this guys..... do we go check out the truck....?” as he continued watching the truck, waiting for who exits the vehicle.

@ Downtown Bois thatguyinthestore marc122 @ To whomst’dve it may concern @ Bois inside the truck: Ellya BarrenThin2 ConnorOfficials QizPizza

 

[BarrenThin2]

Frank Castle

There wasn't much time to dwell on the anger Ellie's otherwise harmless joke left in his chest. It didn't make sense to take it out on her. She didn't really know what happened, or how long ago, or how it went. Still, at least for him it put a damper on the whole car ride, which went on, for his part, in silence. To take his mind off the matter, he looked around more at the area they were passing through. Driving past ruined vehicle and abandoned buildings, downtown Hell almost seemed desolate. Empty. It was like moving through a city's corpse. As he pulled the semi into the empty lot, his eyes settled on the approaching silhouettes. Suspicion crept to the forefront of his mind once more. If this was an ambush, their assailants certainly weren't wasting any time. He turned to speak to Ellie and the others, only to see that the girl had fallen asleep. How the Hell had she passed out so quickly? Now that he thought about it, Frank could already feel bags forming under his eyes. How long had they been at this? Had it just gotten to her? Frank shook her shoulder gently. "Wake up, kid. We're here. On your toes."

Weapon raised, Frank stepped out of the semi, only to see that the group approaching was (mostly) members of the party, with what looked to be a demon. His rifle remained trained on Vaggie for several seconds before he reluctantly lowered it to his side. "Nice to have backup," Frank called to Weiss and the newcomer, Tardif, though his gaze conspicuously avoided Yang's. For the most part, he didn't really look away from Vaggie, though. His distrust was written all over his stare. That is, until he saw Ruby. He hesitated visibly, only for his eyes to narrow in more than a casual distrust, as was directed at Vaggie; there was almost malicious cynicism in his eyes, though it only remained for the briefest second. From what he had gathered, this girl was dead. Call him an overly cynical bastard, but it seemed like an awfully convenient coincidence that they managed to find her in multiversal Hell. In his mind, something was almost certainly wrong there.

"Even if it comes with some unwanted company. This is the place. Making a delivery for King Boo, his men are supposed to take care of it. He told us to leave it, actually, but I think the club is worth looking at." Frank approached the group, lowering his voice as he got closer. "I've got a feeling in my gut that this is an ambush. On your guard. If I'm wrong, nothing happens. If I'm right, we're ready for something to go wrong." Without really waiting for a reply, Frank walked across the street, slowly getting lower to the ground as he went. In truth, his haste was partially him trying to get away from Yang. Being near her made him noticeably more tense, and as he got further away, he relaxed almost as visibly. Of course, that could have been because of anyone in their group. As Frank approached, he made sure to step out of line of sight of any windows or doors. He pressed himself against the wall of the building, and peered inside, looking for anything of note.

@ Downtown Bois thatguyinthestore marc122 Lazaro1505 Ellya ConnorOfficials QizPizza​

 

[marc122]

Weiss Schnee and Yang Xiao Long

Pentagram City, Hell
#99D5FF and #FAC51C = Speech
(Freezer) (Burn)​

As the group explored on, they later found what appeared to be a red truck parked at an abandoned strip club's parking lot. Not just that, but it looked almost perfectly fine, and even had people in it. But did those people in the truck belong to the MPF?

"Could this be..?" Weiss asked, wondering about the club in question, as she proceeded to check her communicator, launching the GPS on it. She zoomed in on the area she and the rest were in and...

Lilith was in it.

"Lilith's in that truck, but I don't see anyone else's names popping up," Weiss said, her heart beginning to beat faster as her left hand started to wrap around Myrtenaster, "So whatever happened with her, we have to--"

Before Weiss could finish, the semi's doors opened. As she felt her hand's grip tightening, a familiar person emerged out of it, and it was Frank, who had driven the truck the whole time. Realizing that she still had her hand on Myrtenaster, she let go of it, letting it drop. She took a deep breath.

"Apologies," Weiss said, "Almost thought you were something else... But I digress; it's nice to see you too."

'...But you still scared us.'

As Yang observed, Frank continued to steer clear of the brawler, even as he started nearing the building for himself. Same things, like him suddenly growing uncomfortable just from seeing her out there. Then he noticed the same discomfort with Ruby and Vaggie.

"Don't worry," Weiss said, beginning to go to another part of the building to try to get an idea of what's going on without getting spotted, "She's allies with us."

Keeping her silence, Yang proceeded to go towards a previously-uncovered section of the building, trying to look for a way to see, or hear what's going on. She knew time and due diligence were paramount to getting the job done, and so she acted accordingly.

thatguyinthestore (GM, Charlie, Vaggie, Ruby), Lazaro1505 (Tardif), Ellya (Ellie), BarrenThin2 (Frank), ConnorOfficials (Lilith), QizPizza (Lazarus)

 

[AlexandraRoseLeclerc]

Thorne

Location: Happy Hotel
Expression: Been so Kind to Ruby
Interaction: Ruby, Yang, Agent 3, & Rest of Hotel Group
Mention: thatguyinthestore , marc122 , BoltBeam , Lazaro1505 , & etc.

"Well, then it's nice to meet you, Thorne," Ruby replied with a smile, before laughing a bit. "Yeah... well I think that most of us are from different worlds..."

AlexandraRoseLeclerc

Agent 3

Agent 3 nodded upon hearing the response through the communication device - go ahead confirmed, time to get to work! Before she would do much, she would overhear what else Charlie would be saying in response to what others were saying who had arrived to the scene.

"Alright then, so you have no relation to him, technically... At least that's... something to consider, I guess?" The Inkling thought aloud before shrugging in uncertainty. "Well, either way, as soon as we're all ready, hopefully, we can begin the search."

"I believe so - why else would we not recognise each other upon first meeting nor even see anything like most of us?" Agent 3 said seriously - but voicing her agreement to Ruby. "Nice to see you 'back' - so to speak, by the way; not that it means much now, but. Hey. Nice to see another familiar face... not that I knew you were even gone or who you were." With that, her expression burnt itself up to a neutral one.
Character Information

Link to CS: Here!​

Hex Code: #61BD6D​

Status (physically): Fine​

Status (mentally/emotionally): Serious/Concerned​

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, Happy Hotel​

Interactions: thatguyinthestore , AlexandraRoseLeclerc​

Mentions: None (directly), @HappyHotelPlanningPeople​

Nearby/In Group: @YoureInHellNow​

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Weiss Schnee and Yang Xiao Long

Hell
#99D5FF and #FAC51C = Speech
(We gotta find a way out.) (And YOU gotta help us!)

"I'll head downtown with Vaggie," Yang said, seeing no need to investigate the Boo-cino after it probably was already being investigated.

The moment Ruby pleaded to join, however, several things changed. One, it was no longer a matter of invalidating sacrifice; rather, it was now a show of perseverance. And stubbornness.

Yang, in particular, had something to think about it.

— - — - —

So, even beyond death, Ruby wants to help out, too, hmm?

Honestly, considering how she is, I should've seen that coming. Usually, she would jump at the opportunity to help. Or do good. Even now, she wants to rejoin us. It doesn't matter how much time has passed; death hasn't slowed her down, and with that, here she is, basically asking to rejoin us, the MPF, and reunite with us, the remnants of Team RWBY.

Perhaps it was my motherly nature that caused me to have such concerns about Ruby returning, and at the time, I thought that...maybe wishing her back wouldn't be as bright of an idea. Especially since her sacrifice would be all for nothing.

And chances are, she can die...again...

Okay, calm down. We're not here to dread. The only thing that matters right now is that Ruby wants to join us. And...thinking about it, it looks like she's not gonna stop, even in the face of death. And I can respect that. After all, she was the one who practically put "Keep moving forward" into our systems.

Well, I didn't think it would have to come to this, but...I guess she can come.

— - — - —

"Alright, how about this;" Yang proposed, "You can come."

Thorne spoke up, complimenting her little sister and then essentially greeting her. "She's nice," she said, smiling, "It's nice to see you, too, by the way."

Just then, Mimaki tail-slapped Kagutsuchi. Yang found herself giggling with Ruby and Charlie, while Weiss folded her arms.

Can they blame an old man for wanting grandkids, though?

Uh, no, I can't, Oz.

Around the same time, Mimaki started to announce new findings, saying that they already found a lead on Alastor; apparently he's at an strip club. But as Yang followed Vaggie downtown, and Weiss followed Charlie uptown, Yang listened to all the new info; the strip club was downtown, deep in the city, waiting to be remodelled. All that info came from Fuma, his lover. Not that...it mattered in the grand scheme of things, but it was still something to think about.

"That's good you and Fuma were able to find some information," Yang said, "Well, thinking about it now, we should go downtown."

thatguyinthestore (GM, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Ruby Rose), TheElenaFisher (Blake), @Celestial Speck (Kagutsuchi, Mimaki), @JRay (Sora, Rex), AlexandraRoseLeclerc (Thorne), @DerpyCarp (Lealan), Laix_Lake (Vauban Prime), Lazaro1505 (Tardif), BoltBeam (Agent 3)

Thorne smiled at Ruby when she is so nice to meet her before looking at Agent 3 thinking that they knew each other before and looks at the rest saying to Agent 3 "Wait, you two know each other?? I hope we could get along, Ruby. But, also.. where is Jett???" She scratches her head in confusion since Jett has nowhere been seen because she didn't saw her going somewhere while waiting for the red haired girl to respond, she had been this curious about Jett been alone or joining a another group if she is joining the group. She then looked at Yang appreciating her compliment to her sister and said to the blonde haired female "T-Thanks, and also.... I actually started to like your group too, maybe because of the friendship and teammate in the past before this reunion after your sister died and in Hell." Thorne smiled in a friendly and tries to have her getting along with the hotel group, she tries to take a look around the hotel for one last time.​

 

[ConnorOfficials]

Lilith
Location: Abandoned strip club

Once they arrived at the abandoned strip club Lilith slowly floated out of the semi truck and looked to see that Weiss and Yang were not far from them, although they looked a little shocked at first. “Oh hey I didn’t know you two to be here, I hope you don’t mind helping us with those boxes over there right?” She asks as she look back at the semi truck with some of the others still inside.

Interactions:
marc122 (Weiss and Yang)
[Strip Gang]​

 

[marc122]

Weiss Schnee and Yang Xiao Long

Pentagram City, Hell
#99D5FF and #FAC51C = Speech
(Freezer) (Burn)​

"Hey, no prob," Yang said in response to Thorne.

— - — - —​

As Weiss made her way to the building, Lilith asked her and Yang if they could help out with the delivery. Apparently, the whole time they missed the memo that a delivery was going on, courtesy of King Boo. Before Yang could progress any further, Weiss faced the front of her whole palm towards her, prompting the Huntress to stop.

"Sure," Yang said, proceeding to go towards the truck with Weiss, who nodded, to start opening the back of the trailer.

thatguyinthestore (GM, Charlie, Vaggie, Ruby), Lazaro1505 (Tardif), Ellya (Ellie), AlexandraRoseLeclerc (Thorne), BarrenThin2 (Frank), ConnorOfficials (Lilith), QizPizza (Lazarus)

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Mood: Accomplished, Focused, Wary
Tags:

thatguyinthestore

(Boo-nager)

Ciscodog

-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​

Sage had narrowed his gaze a bit at the manager's reply, mildly disgruntled with it. Like, sheeesh! Wouldn't have hurt to be more specific the first time now, would it?! If anything, it would just have saved both of them time and annoyances! But of course, fat ghost, in Hell. No one ended up in a place meant for bad people by being mindful of others like that. Even if it helped them out somehow as well... Oh well, some people prioritized being terrible and ended up too blind to see what a shot to their own foot that really was. Yep, such was Karma.
...Not that the ghost actually had any feet to shoot. He was just... a floating round ball of white.

"Okay, can do, but don't know where anything go-", and then the pyromancer had thought again, "...You know what? Nevermind.", something told him that trying to engage any further would just be more wasted time and replied to with sentences that were just as pleasant as the previous ones.

As such an unamused young man had slipped back into the kitchen. Fine, he'd figure it out on his own then! His internal child felt like showing its tongue back in the direction of the manager. He didn't, but the temptation had been there.

Well, efficiency was the name of the game, and in this case, it had meant opening every single cabinet, drawer and what-not to have a clear sight of where everything was stored beforehand. You know, having some post-its or a little notebook would have done wonders right now. But nope, improvisation was also on the menu, so it had been paper napkins instead. Or... not. Since the marker had been left behind on the jacket. Yeeeah no, he wasn't a smart person, there had been no foresight. ...Could he memorize these? If only for a couple minutes?

Five or so minutes of pondering later, the answer was... Maybe. But definitely not in English. When it came to cooking utensils, it was like a whole new world for the Descendant. Some of these he had absolutely no idea of what they were called. And then a lot more he could merely name in Bh̀-liwê. The session of organizing and storing dishes had ended up resembling a mystical foreign chant.

Hopefully, no one was watching?
What am I saying, knowing his luck someone had most likely done.

At this point, all of this extra wait had been enough for most of the objects to dry naturally. Sage had briefly considered doing it himself because fire powers, but then gotten instantly reminded that not only was he wearing the armlet, he was also standing in the middle of a cîa-nían rupông, which made it into a terrible idea. Nope! Using a soft cloth it is. One by one, the dishes had been thoroughly dried and placed on top of the sink, re-building the same piles that had once existed pre-washing. Only once that had been done with, was that the true storage and organization had begun.

From the initial look around, the young man had been able to gather the overall layout. The top cabinets were separated into îbac-hàn grísjin fénbôk, sfelyû grísjin fénbôk, ixùtas grísjin fénbôk and idúoji mèây hélerd, with the opposite ones being for cîa-nían xhàn-gda cîa-nían and as such, out of bonds. The lower ones, basically attached to the stoves held zhôchèn ixùtas mèây, îbac-hàn cîa-nían xhàn-gda mèây, cîa-nían xhàn-gda mèây, zhôchèn nakèjâd sfelyû Lò-tâsh. The drawers contained cîa-nían xhàn-gda mèây and cîa-nían xhàn-gda|xhàn-gda mèây, the last ones separated into Mún-adoy, xiôsb Lò-tâsh and linsénit drêqpa Ûshig tools. Some of them weren't in great shape, to which the pyromancer had made a mental note to request a replacement, others just seemed like they weren't used in forever, dusted, rusted, abandoned...

It was around here that he had let himself get very carried away with the task.

Seeing some of the mess and state of these items had lit up a flame of determination. These objects deserved so much more than this, they deserved being treated with the proper respect! Suddenly it wasn't just washing, storing and organizing what was already out, oh no, the battered, dirtied and rusted ones had been taken into the sink to be cleaned as well. It was only missing an entire re-structure of the storage system, though, that would have been overstepping a boundary. This wasn't his kitchen after all.

Had taken about 3 back and forth trips to and from the sink, but at least everything that could be saved had been now cleaned as nicely as possible. With the neat organized piles distributed over the sink and one of the tables, he could finally get to putting them back on their places. îbac-hàn grísjin fénbôk were separated by size and shape, similar ones sticking together, in increasing sizes left to right; Same went for the sfelyû grísjin fénbôk. The ixùtas grísjin fénbôk were distributed similarly, with the xhàn-gda ixùtas grísjin fénbôk and alike having their own spot, same as the ixùtas sfelyû grísjin fénbôk, the taller ones in the back and smaller ones standing in the front. Everything else has been given the same logic to their organization, always having visibility and efficient use of the space provided in mind.

The time everything had taken the Descendant? Only those actively looking at a watch would know. It hadn't felt like that much to him, as if time itself had lost all meaning during the task. Time? Maybe Space itself had too. Sage could barely remember where he was as his brain had switched into Bh̀-liwê and just rolled with it ad-infinitum.
Eventually, it hadn't been just the names of things, but literally every sentence and every word had been done in the language as he just talked to himself normally as he did. It was part of being an only child, and constantly left on his own.

Still, no one should take this much enjoyment out of a job like this, and yet, here we are.

"KASHÈA~~!!!!" ^{(KASHIA~~!!!!)}

Having thrown his hands up in the air with excitement, the pyromancer had made the announced back at the entire room, gleaming with the feeling of accomplishment and pride. Why did anyone else have to know that the job had been complete? They hadn't, but that thought had never made to his mind under all of anticipation and satisfaction. Soon, he had finched back a little, realizing the mistake. Not only had it been disruptive without reason, but he had forgotten to switch back to English too.

"Ah...", he had scrambled into a bow almost immediately, "S-sorry about that...!"

Scurring off to tell it to the person that really cared, the young man had on his way to the ghostly manager, asked one of the waiters for a page of their notebook and a pen to prepare a list, and then finished making his way towards the office area. Once there, Sage had stopped in front of the boo beaming, holding his arms to his waist in that typical superhero pose he does sometimes... But over washing dishes. Yep. Either way, without wasting any second, the other had received a machine-gun-like report, that maaaaybe he didn't really want to get.

"The dishes have been successfully washed, dried, organized and stored back...", he had listed out, counting in his fingers, "I took the liberty of also wiping the shelves of the cabinets since dust doesn't go well with clean dishes, without mentioning the potential to be a health hazard. Also, here's a list!", the written piece of paper had been put on top of the desk with a little 'paft!', it was divided into 'things to replace' and 'things to potentially donate'. Some of these had their proper names in English, others were merely described such as 'curved iron scooper thing', "The top is items that are in a bad state and have fulfilled their purpose already, the bottom is items that were dusted or rusted and clearly aren't necessary to keep. I believe it's better to give them to somebody that would actually use them, but that's not for me to decide... I just noticed that they seemed awfully sad and abandoned in there.", there had been a brief pause, before he had finally concluded with, "Oh! And I cleaned the sink itself too, but I'd say that's just expected."

During the opening for the manager to speak, Killua had entered too, also seemingly done with his own job. The pyromancer had given the other a cheerful wave, then glancing discreetly with annoyance as he had heard the ghost's reply at him. It seemed a couple minutes didn't make the guy any less grumpy... With the boy announcing that he'd be in the kitchen, however, Sage had tried reaching out to him with a little 'w-wait!' only to not get heard and sigh in defeat. Welp, it seems like the armlet was having to stay a while longer...

He had stuck around only to hear everything that the manager would have to say to him, soon exiting and looping around back to... the kitchen's entrance. Deep breaths, he had done this once so he could do it safely again, right? ...Maybe that'd be pushing his luck too much.

"Uhhh, Killua you in there?", had called the Descendant peeking his head inside, hints of apprehension in his voice, "If yes, do you mind if we talk somewhere else? I uhhh... K-kitchens make me a bit, nervous."

 

[Ciscodog]

Killua Zoldyck

Mood: Neutral
Nen: 95%
Stamina: 90%
Health: Average
Interactions: Necessity4Fun (Sage)

Killua hears the fire wizard's voice from just outside the door.
"A phobia of kitchens, huh? Don't think I've heard that one before."
He chuckles a bit and returns to his usual laid back state.
"Nah, I get what you mean. Since we're in literal Hell, though, not sure how much privacy we can get."
He walks out of the room gesturing to the young pyromancer to follow.
He walks his way through the casino and out the main doors. He drifts off to a corner of the building, and waits for Sage to get there.
Once the fiery descendant inevitabley arrives, Killua turns to face him and proceeds to ask,
"Now then, what questions need to be answered?"
He waits for Sage's response, bracing for a traumatic impact.

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[FactionGuerrilla]

• End of the Road
• Alone

• 
  Well, Kassandra didn't really get many hits in at all against her axe-wielding brute of a foe, since she had been practically taken down by the latter's barrage on her. She couldn't help but feel... snubbed, and irritated. Probably because her Spartan blood still wanted a fight with this man, especially after his remarks to his son. What kind of jerk would say those kinds of things? Either way, she sighed out of frustration before going back to gather her Hephaestus Suit, which was lying around in the corner of the arena. At least Akari had been kind enough to heal her, so she wasn't left with one foot in the grave.
  
  Arthur, meanwhile, had noticed just how few weaknesses his giant robot enemy had, and had chosen to back off. The American let everyone else go off, though he watched Frank from the corner of his eye to make sure the man was alright fending for himself. Shockingly enough, he was- at least, with the help of the others. So he stood down for the rest of the fight. Same as when people began asking what they were going to spend the time wish on. Eventually, the group decided upon summoning the guy who could actually beat Ganondorf, Twilight Resistance, and an immunity to possession. The latter two felt... good. The first wish made himself known when the young girl who'd joined the group tried to kill the Time Baby (which, honestly, Arthur couldn't reprimand her for). That was definitely a Link. Not the one he knew from the Tesseract Incident, but a Link nonetheless. He would've given the swordsman his arrows back, but most of them had already been given off to the Punisher.
  
  Either way, it came time to leave the area, and both Greek and American- both somewhat unsatisfied in their own ways- left with the rest of the group. But when they returned, the moment the duo realized something was wrong, they drew their weapons- Kassandra with her Spear and Arthur a LeMat- before meeting a caped masked man with heavy breathing. The American would have went for a Deadeye shot, but the ceiling collapsed between them before he could do so. Besides, they both had bigger problems... like the giant metal planet outside charging a giant green projectile.
  
  
  "Malaka!"
  "Aw, shi-"
  
  Those were the last words both managed to utter before the explosion engulfed everyone.​
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  And when the group woke up, they forgot about two members of the MPF: A Greek demigoddess and an American outlaw.
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  Both Kassandra and Arthur lay face-flat on the damp ground, the former completely unaware of the Outsider plucking a chunk of debris in her brai out. The Spartan's Spear of Leonidas and Ikaros lay in front of her, and Arthur's guns had fallen out of their holsters and sling, lying all around him. Neither of them looked okay, to be honest; both were out like lights, not reacting to anything whatsoever, not even the shouting. Unfortunately, Ciri didn't have time to wait for her unconscious partner. That, or she completely forgot as the group hastily moved on from their starting location. Either way, Arthur didn't have any friends who had thought about looking after him and nobody gave a shit, so the two remained downed whilst the rest of the group essentially... well, left them for death.
  
  
  Of course, that probably hadn't been the team's intentions when they left the duo on their own, but it was what happened anyways.​
  
  The first to wake up was Morgan this time, stirring with an audible groan before rolling onto his back as he continued stirring. Eventually, his senses came to his own, the hot-cold and damp feelings permeating his skin and getting him awake quicker. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was... well, the cave ceiling. But the next thing was the fires lighting the dim place. He turned his head to see his downed recruit, which prompted him to completely ignore his scattered weapons in favor of getting up and shaking the Spartan repeatedly.
  
  "Wake up," was all he said, prompting the female to groan and open her eyes. When they came upon Arthur, she pulled herself onto her back and into a sitting position, looking around.
  
  "Where..?" Her voice trailed off, taking in the sights before she glanced back to the gunslinger.
  
  "If we died, this isn't the Underworld I know of."
  
  "It probably ain't your version of hell, then. Who knows what we're getting into, with all this interdimensional stuff..." Arthur grumbled before turning to grab his guns, alongside his tossed Satchel. This got the Spartan to do the same, taking her lost Spear before gulping when she saw Ikaros. She put a shaky hand to her avian friend, expecting the worst, before letting off a sigh of relief. He was still alive, just out cold.
  
  "You'll be okay, Ikaros. I promise." The Eagle Bearer murmured before gently picking her bird up and glancing back at Morgan, who was staring at the path the other MPF members had taken to get out of the cave.
  
  "Well, looks like we've got our way out. C'mon, I'll light the way." He pulled out a lantern, lighting it up with his Satchel equipment, before gesturing towards the exit with his head. At this, Kassandra temporarily put Ikaros under her armpit before dragging her Spear along Kronos' Dagger, lighting it like a torch in her right hand before putting the Spear away and gently grabbing Ikaros yet again.
  
  "No thanks. This'll do me just fine." And with that, the demigoddess started off, leaving the mere human behind to shake his head.
  
  "What is it with everyone and their fancy powers..?" Arthur replied with a grumble, loud enough for Kassandra to hear- not that she minded. Of course, much to his chagrin, he very well knew he'd acknowledged Kassandra's supposed talents far surpassing his own, but... lately? It felt like he was becoming more and more obsolete. Maybe Ruby shouldn't have sacrificed herself for him. It was a morbid thought, to think the girl had died in vain, but he just felt so damn useless. And he didn't know whether to feel sad, frustrated, or both.
  
  Regardless, it seemed like the MPF wasn't the only ones who forgot about them; Greg was nowhere in sight (for now), leaving both Kassandra and Arthur free to continue down the cave and to the exit. So when they stumbled upon the city that was embedded in Hell, they both stopped dead cold. For a few moments, there was just silence from both, before they spoke.
  
  "So I guess we split up..." "...Cover more ground." Both spoke almost in union, glancing at each other. It was kind of uncanny, like they both functioned under the same mind for a moment. Either way, they both pushed the thought out of their minds as they looked on at the town.
  
  "If you need anything, remember we've got our fancy little watches. Just don't do anything stupid, we don't know what we're getting into here." They probably could have also tried contacting the others at this point, but Arthur didn't necessarily want to do so in case the others had lost their watches to an inhabitant of the city. No need in broadcasting their presence if there were hostiles unless absolutely necessary.
  
  "I know. I'm smarter than I look, believe me." She rolled her eyes, readjusting her grip on her pet bird before setting off. Arthur followed behind, too, on the path, up until Kassandra found the bar. Both silently locked eyes once more, both of them nonverbally bidding each other Good luck, before parting ways for the time being. With Kassandra gone, Morgan continued on his lonely road, heading downtown with his big irons on his hips and a sense of uncertainty.
  

• Kassandra
• Arthur

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  Initially, Kassandra was probably going to play things safe. Pretend to be an ancient Spartan- which was true, even if she didn't like to align herself with Sparta- who prided herself on drinking- also true for most Spartans, but not necessarily for her- and then ask for information under the guise of being a paying customer. As far as she knew, a tavern was the best place to get information, since it generally attracted all sorts of people. However, her plan immediately changed the second she spotted an all-too-familiar Witcheress and her pseudo-father talking to the bartender. Orbeck was also a sight for sore eyes, too; they were the only ones she could spot right off the bat. The Greek, still gently cradling her downed bird, came over to the trio before taking her own seat close by the group, glancing over at the robed bartender then back to her party.
  
  "Did I already miss the drinking game?" She couldn't help but joke, even during these dire times, before letting her personal side somewhat slide back in lieu of her more serious mercenary style. She only took one glance at the bartender before deciding it was safe to talk around the girl.
  
  "So... where is everyone? Did we all get split up? And what's our situation here?" The Spartan glanced between the split group, trying to gauge their reactions before gently putting the unconscious Ikaros on the bar table, still not minding the bartender. At least, for now.
  
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  It didn't take long for Arthur to end up in the more unsavory parts of town. The whole damn place gave him the creeps, like eyes were following him the whole time. He made sure his hands were close to his LeMats as he continued down his path, eyes scanning the road for suspicious figures. This was especially warranted when he spotted a parked semitruck and a whole load of figures beginning to unload stuff from it. He kept his guard up until he saw most of the figures- most of them- and recognized them all as MPF members. He relaxed a bit as he walked over to the truck, calling out to them when he was in earshot.
  
  "The hell is goin' on here? Where's everyone else?" And then at that point he spotted Ruby. Just like Frank before, Arthur hesitated, though his reaction was much more pronounced than the Punisher's towards the sisters. That, and his reason was quite different, and something Morgan didn't want to think about. Either way, he pushed the thoughts he had before about Ruby's sacrifice- which were now resurfacing- away before choosing to help the group unload. Wasn't that hard, anyways, he'd been more than accustomed to moving heavy stuff around back at the Van Der Linde gang's camp.
  

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  Weapons: LeMat Revolver x2, M40A5, Machete, Throwables
  Equipment: Bandolier, Journal, Electric Lantern, Portable Camera, Lasso Hook, MPF Pager, MPF Watch
  Satchel Inventory: Link's Arrows, Penguin Figurines, Alcoholic Drinks, Zant Photo, Vial of Twilight
  Location: Downtown (Red Semitruck)
  
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  Gotta look out for some man in a hat wielding claws like this. Nut job apparently killed kids for fun, that sick bastard. Will definitely recap what's been goin' on later, AFTER we get out of this cursed house.
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  We got that sick child killer, alright. Name was one Freddy Krueger, and he put up a helluva fight. Then again, I guess that was to be expected considering we were fighting him in what was basically his home court or something like that. Someone fell during that fight, though, didn’t have a chance to check when that Bill Cipher went mad and tried to squash us. Nearly thought we were goners multiple times, but Midna and that little girl recruit Megumin saved us. The latter almost got herself killed, too; she’s okay, though, thankfully.
  
  I can’t lie, I’m glad we’re already outta that place. We need to keep moving, not dwell on any world for too long. Every second we spend loitering around is another second that The Cape has to endure. Then again, here I am writing in my silly journal, whilst everyone else is already exploring this Remnant world.
  
  From what Blake said, I can expect that moron Cobblepot to be a threat again. He’s taken Blake’s world over with Twilight, and I suspect he’ll have more than enough firepower to threaten us this time around. He’d better hope his special Twilight saves him from a bullet to the brains, or there won’t be a Zant to back his sorry ass up this time.
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  Acquired Equipment: Spear of Leonidas, Paris’ Bow, Hero Sword, Dagger of Kronus, Aloy’s Arrows, Price’s Scarf, M374 Hephaestus Combat Suit (DISABLED) MPF Watch, -$12 Bill
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[Laix_Lake]

• Orbeck
• Vauban prime

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  Orbeck of Vinhiem
  status: A reply? Excellent!
  condition: Normal.​
  So she had somehow stared out into space for some reason? Maybe it was just a means to ignore the vileness going on in this establishment. It was only from his question that he was able to snap Wiz back into the present.
  

  Wiz had seemed to have been staring off into space at... something, for a long moment. It wasn't until Orbeck asked him about her robes that she was snapped back into reality. "O-oh... umm..." She blushed nervously a bit. Had he been here this whole time? Regardless, the bartender smiled sweetly and held up her hands. "W-well.. in my past life, I was a lich, and I ran a magic shop." She explained, nodding in response to his question. "So... I guess that you could say I did a lot of magic, yeah..." When he asked where a general store was, Wiz simply lifted her hand slowly and pointed out the door, "There's a general store right across the street."

  Oh...obreck has nearly forgotten the nature of their predicament, and it was still stupid how it somehow transpired. Still, better than getting stranded in his own world. She was apparently a Lich...It was obviously a term that was not known to Orbeck, but was somehow thrown around here and there as being some form of undead, yet she looks unlike the more assumed images of such an undead. She also ran a magic shop, another thing that could be as odd as finding a bar in his own world, certainly...did she sell more than just a few sorceries or magic imbued weapons?
  

  "O-oh... sorry about that..." The bartender said as she blushed a bit and rubbed the back of her neck. "Guess that completely slipped my mind, huh?" She took a moment to clear her throat and regain her composure, "I'm Wiz!"

  "Orbeck of Vinhiem, nice to make your acquaintance Wiz." nothing more than a greeting for the (presumed) undead in front of him "We were simply getting our selves acquainted with our...curent state of affairs, regarding recent happenings and such...despite the idiocy and bizarre ceromstances of our..."deaths". " Despite his ever goring desire to ask questions, it needs to be brief. They do have a certain demon to deal with after all. Also, this was a placement for the damed. "Have you noticed anything that would be out of the ordinary in hell?"
  
  

  "So... where is everyone? Did we all get split up? And what's our situation here?" The Spartan glanced between the split group, trying to gauge their reactions before gently putting the unconscious Ikaros on the bar table, still not minding the bartender. At least, for now.

  A nod was what she got out of Orbeck at the moment. Given that he was trying to question Wiz, he couldn't just say that Alaster was planing something. Hopefully, ciri would be able to get her up to date, or he might need to point out the message that he sent a few moments ago.
  
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  Vauban prime
  Status: Alastor and doubts over death.
  condition: normal.
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  Ruby nodded in response to Yang's question as she left alongside Vaggie and the others. Vaggie was the first to reply, her words being in response to Tardiff. "Alastor is a being of unpredictable madness and chaos," She explained as she focused on the road ahead. "He took down some of Hell's most powerful entities overnight and broadcast his carnage for everyone to see." Though the explanation was short, it was detailed enough for the others to fill in the gaps about what powers this "Radio Demon" possessed.
  
  It only took a few moments, but within enough time, you all finally reached the downtown area.
  
  

  

  
  
  Like most of Hell, the atmosphere of the downtown area was dark and depressing. Here, though, the entire place was abandoned. Every building seemed to be vacant and vandalized from head to toe with graffiti. Abandoned vehicles lined the streets, with most of them having been stripped of their essential parts, resulting in husks of their former selves. Whispering and footsteps could be heard in the various dark alleyways. You all weren't alone, and you knew it.
  
  "Alright," Vaggie said as she continued walking forward ahead of all of you. "We need to be on a lookout for that strip club your friend mentioned."

  
  After a bit of discussion and clarification on some stuff. The two owners of the happy hotel where willing to lend a hand to go look for the radio demon and the location for his next so called deal in a...strip club? Don't tell me...you know what, no. Not going to think about the obvious. This place is as bad as it is. so with that out of the Tennos state of mind, he comes along with the others until they bump into someone unexpected, Frank and Ellie makeing adiliver for one King boo, and he thought Grineer names where odd.
  
  

  "Even if it comes with some unwanted company. This is the place. Making a delivery for King Boo, his men are supposed to take care of it. He told us to leave it, actually, but I think the club is worth looking at." Frank approached the group, lowering his voice as he got closer. "I've got a feeling in my gut that this is an ambush. On your guard. If I'm wrong, nothing happens. If I'm right, we're ready for something to go wrong." Without really waiting for a reply, Frank walked across the street, slowly getting lower to the ground as he went. In truth, his haste was partially him trying to get away from Yang.

  Deafnly sounds like the kind of thing that would be ripe for an ambush. with that in mind, he reaches for his primary weapon. The Argonak.
  
  
  
  Not much to look at, but to give it to those rotten clones, they do have an eye for blunt practicality. Might actually useful in this case.
  

  The hell is goin' on here? Where's everyone else?" And then at that point he spotted Ruby. Just like Frank before, Arthur hesitated, though his reaction was much more pronounced than the Punisher's towards the sisters. That, and his reason was quite different

  The reactions from Frank and this guy with the hat is starting to make sense, Was this Ruby person meant to be dead? at least that what it sounds like to him.
  
  None the less, Vauban prime decides to head upwards, wall jumping to the top of one abandoned buildings...seeing if he could find anyone or anything of interest.
  
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[BoltBeam]

Agent 3

"Alright, then that settles it," Charlie said as she looked at the overall group. "Vaggie will take you all downtown to look for that strip club, and I'll take a small group uptown to see if we can find any other leads there." Just as she finished speaking, you all reached a fork in the road. After letting out a quick sigh, Charlie turned to Vaggie and whoever else was heading downtown and said, "We'll meet you all downtown once we're through with our search."

"Alright," Vaggie nodded. Her and Charlie leaned in for a quick hug, with Vaggie planting a quick smooch on Charlie's cheek. "You all stay safe." She said once the hug had ended. Charlie rolled her eyes and smiled as she walked off in the other direction.

"Pssh... I know this place like the back of my hand..." She said in an attempt to be nonchalant... only for her to trip on a root and stumble forward with a quick, "Eep!" She was quick to be back on her feet, though, and once she'd done so, she held up her hand and pointed to the back of it. "..like the back of my hand...!"

With that, both groups went off in their respective directions, which left all of you to decide where to go.

"Alright..." Agent 3 thought to herself aloud and quietly - she figured most people would be heading downtown towards the lead, and as far as she's concerned, it's probably a good idea to spread out. Ergo, where 'she' headed was uptown to cover the ground and see what they can find anyways. While the visual sight of Uptown was nice, at least as far as design goes... the environment cannot be addressed the same way.

The uptown of Hell certainly appeared to be much nicer in more than just its name. Tall buildings lined the skies above you (with most of them being business regarding some kind of assassin service or drug trade). You were forced to walk along the sidewalk due to cars speeding passed you no matter where you walked. But make no mistake - Uptown Hell was still a dangerous place. Muggings and straight-up stabbings were the norm here - but luckily Charlie's presence alongside you seemed to dissuade people from hurting you all. That didn't make the regular task of having to step over a dead body any less gruesomely strenuous, though.

Yup, bodies everywhere... And all sorts of evils around every corner, this sounds 'fun' if it ever could be! "...Not gonna lie, this seems like an alright place if it wasn't for all the dead bodies." She quipped simply to the others in the group as she stepped around one of them.
Character Information

Link to CS: Here!​

Hex Code: #61BD6D​

Status (physically): Fine​

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

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, Happy Hotel​

Interactions: thatguyinthestore​

Mentions: None (directly), @UptownExploringTeam​

Nearby/In Group: @YoureInHellNow​

 

[Ellya]

Ellie
Ellie was still waking up in the truck as Frank stepped out already, seeming ready for a fight. She wasn't going to rush herself if there wasn't anything happening, so when she heard him greeting the group outside, she relaxed and stretched out a bit with a yawn. She hadn't slept long at all, but the powernap did wonders. She hopped out of the truck a short while after Frank, still looking a bit sleepy.

She looked over the group, most of them seeming familiar from this current Ganondorf fighting debacle, but there were certain others that seemed vaguely familiar in another way. She just wasn't sure how or from where.

She pulled her pants up and put her backpack on, taking a deep breath when her eye fell on Thorne again. She felt some sort of rage and disgust within her stomach, and desperately tried not to think about Riley again. Well, it could be good to explore right now. She subtly walked away from the truck and toward Thorne, but didn't talk to her or even look at her. She just walked past her, her shoulder bumping into Thorne's arm and actually adding a bit of a shove into that move.

"Oops" she dryly muttered while walking forward toward the strip club, pretending to be checking out the surroundings while smirking to herself.

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@ strip club downtown truck dropoff and all that

 

[QizPizza]

Chronology: Ultimate

GySgt Lazarus Huang

PHYSICAL CONDITION: Fine
MENTAL CONDITION: Sympathetic, Watchful, Paranoid
LOCATION: Lazy Pony, Multiversal Hell
COLOR: #E83427
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At the question of a suspicious number of “associates” claiming to be with Frank, Lazarus let the man who presented himself as leader to response, merely standing to the side with his arms crossed. At the mention of the “tactical value” of him being a Marine, Lazarus drew his pistol and pretended to fiddle with it until Frank finished his sentence. At that point, Lazarus punctuated the statement with an audible rack slide, filling the room with the sound of close fitting metal pieces scraping against each other.

The total effect seemed to have worked, with the offer of a chance to meet the Radio Demon face to face. The only thing they had to do was deliver a “shipment” to an abandoned strip club within twenty minutes. Once there, just drop the truck in an empty lot and leave it alone. Easy job right? There was the obvious issue of time, seeing how they had no idea where the destination was, nor any indication of the route, but the larger issue was the “shipment” they were hauling. Unmarked shipments could carry anything, including drugs, weapons, slaves, and explosives. The last one, Laz had the displeasure of seeing the effect first hand. An entire intersection reduced to nothing more than rubble, a crater, and a mist of blood thanks to a single rigged van. All Laz could do was hope that the cargo was not dangerous to them.

Lazarus showed his reluctant approval with a slow nod as he followed Frank out the office. As they walked, the Punisher dropped the information that this strip club was more likely than not a trap. Lazarus figured as much and didn’t need any reminder, as he replied with a curt, “Of course.”

Along with Frank, Lazarus piled in with Ellie and the Ghost Girl. While the kids chattered away, Lazarus sat in the shotgun seat, double and triple checking his gear. Notably, he reconfigured his Rache LP8 from its shotgun mode to its sniper mode, anticipating a shootout that would require a little bit more range. He caught bits and pieces of the conversation as he focused on his weapons, like the jab about going to the strip club for the women. Lazarus almost scoffed at the notion, but he held it in when Frank’s demeanor changed at the mention of a strip club. His response was about killing, as expected, but it carried a surprising amount of hurt… at least, implicitly. Laz had been around vets and soldiers who’d seen hell on Earth for years, and he knew that someone didn’t have to sound hurt to feel it. It wasn’t a topic that anyone should poke at, especially with a mission ahead of them.

As it turns out, the drive to the abandoned strip club was far shorter than anticipated, only 15 minutes from the casino. The streets were far more ruined than any section of a downtown had a right to be, with abandoned buildings walling them in and derelict cars lining the streets. It was eerily silent, and the shifting shadows didn’t inspire any confidence in Lazarus either. Once again, the Marine was reminded of his friends that wielded the shadows to deadly effect. They could swallow whole men up in shadows before anyone even noticed, and were virtually invisible as they stuck to the shadows.

When the truck was parked, those same figures approached, obscured by the darkness of the area, leading Lazarus to exit with his rifle drawn and trained on the figures. Once they came into view, the Marine was relieved to find that these figures were their allies, though with several new demonic additions. Frank clearly didn’t trust them, and Lazarus had his own apprehensions about newcomers with no background checks, but as long as they didn’t turn on them and understood teamwork, he couldn’t complain.

While some of the others snuck up to the building, Lazarus remained at the truck, peering out from behind the truck’s engine with his sniper rifle to get an angle on the strip club. This was not an advantageous position at all; every direction held the possibility of an enemy, especially with all those buildings. There could be a dozen snipers in those buildings, and everyone would be none the wiser until they each took a bullet to the head. Lazarus definitely wasn’t having a good feeling about this place, but he had to focus on the task at hand. He attempted to use his scope to look through the windows of the strip club as he warned the others, “Guys, remember to stay away from windows and doors, they are real cover. Also, watch the buildings, snipers are a possibility.”

 

[AlexandraRoseLeclerc]

Thorne

Location: Downtown
Expression: Feeling The Angst Inside of Her Heart
Interaction: Ellie & Weiss
Mention: marc122 , Ellya , BarrenThin2 , & etc

Ellie
Ellie was still waking up in the truck as Frank stepped out already, seeming ready for a fight. She wasn't going to rush herself if there wasn't anything happening, so when she heard him greeting the group outside, she relaxed and stretched out a bit with a yawn. She hadn't slept long at all, but the powernap did wonders. She hopped out of the truck a short while after Frank, still looking a bit sleepy.

She looked over the group, most of them seeming familiar from this current Ganondorf fighting debacle, but there were certain others that seemed vaguely familiar in another way. She just wasn't sure how or from where.

She pulled her pants up and put her backpack on, taking a deep breath when her eye fell on Thorne again. She felt some sort of rage and disgust within her stomach, and desperately tried not to think about Riley again. Well, it could be good to explore right now. She subtly walked away from the truck and toward Thorne, but didn't talk to her or even look at her. She just walked past her, her shoulder bumping into Thorne's arm and actually adding a bit of a shove into that move.

"Oops" she dryly muttered while walking forward toward the strip club, pretending to be checking out the surroundings while smirking to herself.

AlexandraRoseLeclerc BarrenThin2

@ strip club downtown truck dropoff and all that

"You know.... you feel something in your own heart, aren't you?? I-I don't wanna talk about it now, okay........" Thorne explained to Ellie when she bumped into her arm feeling a angst inside of her mind after accidentally met her again in a truck dropoff in downtown while having to not talking about their situation before turning to Weiss saying to her, she is not looking at Ellie after she bumped her arm thinking that this is going to be her most depressing adventure in her entire life "S-Sorry about her attitude, there..... I made her this attitude because I actually talk about her personal life in her own, I kinda have a angst onto me and her..." She had been thinking about her relationship as a mix of sadness, anger, and angst before trying to wait for the response from both Weiss and Ellie.​

 

[Ellya]

Ellie
AlexandraRoseLeclerc BarrenThin2
Ellie turned around immediately after Thorne responded. It was almost like she was just waiting for an excuse to lash out at the woman again. "Yeah? Well what the fuck do I feel in my heart, huh?" She said, trying her best to sound and act tough while actually being quite a bit smaller than her. She stepped right up to Thorne, throwing her arms aside and glaring up at her.

"Go on, say what you're gonna say! No time like the present, huh?" she challenged Thorne, but didn't seem too physically aggressive just yet. "Give me a fucking excuse."

 

[thatguyinthestore]

quadraxis201​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Vaggie didn't say any words in response to the sudden truck, instead simply brandishing a spear and slowly trudging her way forward alongside the group. Ruby held onto her trademark weapon, Crescent Rose, as she walked forward alongside her team. It wasn't until they realized who they were seeing that Ruby let up, but Vaggie wasn't so easy to convince. Especially when she noticed Frank's stare in her direction. "The fuck are you staring at!?" Vaggie shouted through clenched teeth, her grip on her spear only tightening. Whenever Frank walked off, she seemed to let up... if only a little. Alongside Frank stood Link, who appeared to be just as suspicious of an ambush as the old man himself was. He had his Master Sword gripped firmly in his hand, and if Frank were to look at him, Link would only give a firm nod in response.

As Yang made her way around the abandoned building, she could hear muffles coming from the interior. It was hard to make out exactly what was being said, but the voices appeared to be that of two adult males. There was a scaffolding above her, which was right in front of a smashed open window. Maybe this would give her a better view?

When Lilith Yang, and Arthur went to the back of the truck, though, they would find Midna laying against the crates, right in the truck bed. And, like usual, she had fallen asleep, not seeming to care about the situation at hand at all. Arthur specifically, however, had been spotted by Ruby, who smiled whenever they made eye contact. "Oh, hey!" She said jovially, lifting her hand in a small wave. "Glad to see that you're still okay."

When Vauban attempted to leap up onto the rooftops for a proper vantage point, he unfortunately didn't see much of interest. For miles and miles, the rundown and straight-up abandoned buildings stretched across the land. Besides a few demonic looking birds and their own group, he didn't even see any signs of actual life here. Lazarus' scope garnered about the same results. Aside from the voices that Yang heard, Lazarus didn't find any signs of life inside of the strip club. And, assuming he used his scope to peer through the windows of the top floor instead of the bottom, he wouldn't have seen anyone, either.

marc122 BarrenThin2 ConnorOfficials FactionGuerrilla Laix_Lake QizPizza AlexandraRoseLeclerc


The Boo-nager looked up at Sage with a tired expression when he barged back into the office. He watched behind a pair of heavy eyes as Sage explained every detail of the cleaning service that he'd provided. Slowly, the pair of eyes shifted downwards towards the list he provided. The Boo-nager took a moment to read it, before looking back up at Sage. "Okay..." He said as he reached into his desk, providing Sage with a twenty dollar bill. "Here's your pay. Go take the rest of the day off, kid." He said, shooing Sage away before going back to his work.

Necessity4Fun


"Oh, hello there!" Wiz cheerfully exclaimed as Kassandra entered the bar. She lifted her hand in a small wave towards the Spartan, smiling brightly. "That's a nice bird you've got there!" She said once Kassandra placed Ikaros down on the bar in front of her. "Well, if you're looking for your group, some of them already left." Wiz explained, gesturing to the bar's exit that was across from them both. At Orbeck's next inquiry, though, Wiz seemed to place a finger under her chin for a moment and hummed out, as if in thought. "Mmm...." She hummed for a moment, before lowering her hand and shaking her head. "Nope. Sorry."

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"Yeah..." Charlie replied to Agent 3, lowering her head. "You get used to them after a while, though." She said in a half-hearted smile in an attempt to calm the Inkling's nerves.

BoltBeam​

 

[ConnorOfficials]

Lilith
Location: Abandoned strip club

"Alright then, they should be in the-" Lilith was cut off by her finding Midna napping against the crates, she just shakes her head and possesses one of the boxes but as she was doing so she heard a familiar voice chime in so Lilith checked to see who it was. It was Ruby waving casually over to Frank witch caused her stop possessing the crate and it fell with a small thud, Lilith then rushed over seeming surprised but also excited. "Oh my god I didn't know you were going to be here!"

Interactions:
thatguyinthestore (Ruby and Midna)
marc122 (Weiss and Yang)
BarrenThin2 (Frank)​

 

[BoltBeam]

Agent 3

"Yeah..." Charlie replied to Agent 3, lowering her head. "You get used to them after a while, though." She said in a half-hearted smile in an attempt to calm the Inkling's nerves.

Agent 3 nervously laughed some more. "Uh... I don't know if that's a good thing or not..." She admitted as she responded - all these dead bodies, and 'you get used to it' - or so Charlie says? That doesn't quite sit right... It goes to show the kind of place Hell truly is, to an extent. "I mean... either way, it's pretty much impossible to ignore them if there's this many... guess all we can do is step past them and/or around them. Not that I'm complaining, just thrown off." She explained, and with that, the Inkling drifted her gaze to her surroundings to see if there was anything else of note.
Character Information

Link to CS: Here!​

Hex Code: #61BD6D​

Status (physically): Fine​

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

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, Happy Hotel​

Interactions: thatguyinthestore​

Mentions: None (directly), @UptownExploringTeam​

Nearby/In Group: @YoureInHellNow​