Fandom Gladius: A Multi-Fandom RP (Open and Accepting)

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Commander Erol
Mos Eisley Catina

Erol spent his time taking the long way through the badlands only to wonder upon the strange catina. The long-eared commander of the Krimzon guard thought for a second as he eyed the various faces in front of him. After walking a long distance, he mentally cursed the fact that he forgot his zoomer. Now he had to rely on metal parts and whatever scraps laying around to build a brand new zoomer of some sort. However, Erol had more of a need to make allies in this place. This place was certainly interesting but he needed a better plan.

Not only did Erol pull behind a building to wait out the fact a strange vehicle had exploded out of nowhere and what looked like others were somewhat close by. Whoever (The Black Enforcer) was being kicked around by another stranger. (King)

He scoffed at the fight but eyed the red-skinned lady (Karla) and the other woman holding a helmet (Cortova)

He didn't know what said fights were about, but if he was going to go with the group, he'd have to learn fast.

He eyed Kayla and Cortova both with a frown "I've just traveled a long way, I need information on fast vehicles. Anything works. I just need the scrap for it."
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[Zerohex]

King: Mos Eisley, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)

Before the new trail of conversation could continue, a foot slammed straight into the Dark Enforcer's rear with enough force to topple him face-first. Sure, he was a massive machine man who weighed lord knows how much, but King was King and he'd fought bigger. Hell he'd beaten the fuck out of bigger. Besides, cheap shots have a way of getting people, and if Chambers crashed right on top of the snake woman, well, that was just a bit of extra satisfaction. The Turk looked absolutely no worse for the wear, still donning his hat with coat under arm and cigar in mouth, despite having barely moved as the transport was consumed in a blast and the shockwave and shrapnel burst all around. He was still, however, not terribly pleased with the situation as one might surmise.

"First off, you wouldn't know style if it bit a chunk right out your ass. Second, cut that shit out man, it's gross. You're covered in lord knows what, your hygiene isn't the best in general, you don't know where that mouth's been and you don't even wear a ring or nice boots. Third, slaves ain't no joke, I'm major against that AND I don't like being lied to so your offer isn't getting you on my good graces, Scales". On closer inspection, maybe the marks of red hot metal shards on the wall King had been leaning against were part of the reason why he was ticked off at the moment. Only partly. Chambers could likely figure that it wasn't that minor inconvenience, but the silly twists and turns before things could even get on the road that were annoying his coworker.

He didn't even particularly mind the departure of the other two, though he tried to leave things in about the best possible terms. Not my fault, what can you do, no harm no foul between us, maybe another time. But he liked his things nice and simple. Clean. And this was looking like it'd be anything but. "It's a wonder you even find work being the way you are, Chambers, you're like a walking hemorrhoid", King continued, now offering a hand to the man. "But fuck it, what's done is done. You've someone trying to kill you, which inconveniences me, which means I'm all for inconveniencing them. Maybe it lines up, maybe it doesn't, but I still want paid. And I suppose now we can split the money between the two of us, huh?", he closed, looking at Ilka dead in the eye.

The Mad Queen Freshet GearBlade654

 

[Thepotatogod]

--Sing Love || Ryuga Banjou--
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"There!" Sing uttered as the blade of her scythe sliced through one of the Hunter Killer engine's platings found below, soon backimg and firing a pink ball of firing which, along with some gunfire from an ally airplane, causing the Hunter to fall and crash to the ground, right near Ryuga, who seemed unfazed by the explosion as he continued to punch the terminators that were about to fatally wound the prisoners he was fighting with.

"Just how many are there?!" Ryuga growled aloud as he continued his rampage towards the Terminators, protecting the innocent prisoners who weren't accustomed to fighting.

Meanwhile, Sing landed ontop of a jet that were flying around as she spotted several squid like creatures approaching the aircraft.

"Now what would those be?" She asked aloud, flourishing her scythe as she then swung it, spinning around as it conjured a strong red gust of wind that would surely blow the giant squids away for now.

--Kazumi Sawatari || Gentoku Himuro || Aka-Ao-Kiba--
The Mad Queen

"What makes them think that?" Gentoku began to question, rubbing his chin and his oh so majestic beard. "Are you saying that the Great Hunger might be here in Gladius?"

--Sougo Tokiwa || Woz--
The Mad Queen

"Me? Well..." Sougo scratched his cheek when Doom asked him about his duty. "I was supposed to become a King to save my world...At least, before the Great Hunger devoured ours." He admitted his failure to protect his subjects to the more successful king.

 

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"I apologise." Jonathan said "I was not referring to you, but to the makeshift police force Luthor has in the city. He is not one I would call an ally."
"You two have bad blood?" Jolie asked, her arms folded
"No. I just disapprove of his methods."

With the man having a quite reserved, almost blank body language and his aura being flat-out gone, Jolie had difficulty telling if he was lying, to say the least. She'd been so used to just relying on aura-reading or on body language, one more so than the other.
"Are you going to answer his other question?"
"Let me see. I'm looking at two heavily armed people while I am just a squatter here. What could I possibly have at my disposal to cause harm to the two of you?"

He had a point.
"Okay. You've been here a while, Doctor..."
"Crane. Jonathan Crane."
"Doctor Crane, have you explored more of this building? Are you the only person here?"

He shook his head "No. There is somebody else, living in the basement."

Marcus Wright
New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) -
Near a certain unknown part of Arklym Asylum
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

"Thank you, Doctor Crane. What can you tell us about who lives downstairs? "

As in, he nods at Jolie and turns "Lead the way."

The Mad Queen​

 

[Freshet]

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• Dark Enforcer
• Chuck Greene

• 
  
  The Dark Enforcer; Outside of Mos Eisley Catina, Badlands (Gladius IV)​
  Before The Dark Enforcer could decide on his various pieces of action, such as whether or not he wanted to fire. There was that distinctive strike right on cyborg's posterior; the angry foot of King. King was a top fighter and even The Dark Enforcer felt the powerful foot causing him to fall down. Fortunately The Dark Enforcer managed to shut down the barrel from his palm during the wicked descent down and towards and most likely on-top of Ilka. This was not going to be a pleasant experience for a myriad of reasons.
  
  However that reason for The Dark Enforcer; King styled on him. Albeit with a cheap shot, but he still got one over.
  
  Grumbling, the cyborg allowed King to make his retort about the situation. After all it was one of the rules that King and The Dark Enforcer made during their various partnerships. If you got the upper-hand on the other, whether by hook or by crook, you got to dish out the smack-talking. The Dark Enforcer followed that sacred creedo as he stared up towards the Turk, with a mixture of hate and amusement.
  
  Reaching up the Dark Enforcer accepted King's hand as he was pulled back up. "Cheap shot bro." Now fully standing back up and erect he began rolling his shoulders around before smirking at King. "You know, I'm gonna have to get you for this you foul-mouthed, greased up, shore boy selling himself out like a cheap dime store novel to buyers not worth his time. Before you lecture me on cleanliness, you best be asking me for monetary advice." He gave a menacing ring before he firmly smacked King on his back. "But back to the real kicker; I ain't letting you take lead in the contest."
  
  Rolling his head around he peered down towards Ilka before thumbing at King, "Any medical bills charged on his end not mine. Don't worry your pretty little head over it." Clearing out his throat, the cyborg soldier of fortune continued on. "We're getting paid - fifty fifty. But that, I'm not speaking to you about that. There's a more important lesson here." He, too, stared Ilka dead in the eyes.
  
  "You want to know why that mutant felt like they could attack you? Lemme let you in on a secret; you aren't being feared as you ought to. You want to know why?" The Dark Enforcer smirked as he reached over to pat Ilka's shoulder. "You aren't being SEEN as a threat, toots, because you want to play the game like a common thug instead of a proper villain. Kissing the ring you sealed a deal with me; which means that you need to find Yosemite Sam so I can deal with him.” He glanced back towards King before thumbing at him, “And Artemis for my boy here since chances are I’m dragging him with me especially since we can split your pay harder among ourselves.”
  
  "Your rat problem? That's not the real problem here. You need credibility. Because if you lack it this world of scum and villainy, you are gonna be taken advantage of. And that means you and all the things you got crumbling down. I need someone to track down Sam, and King needs his baby. So tell you what, I'm going to help your problem. No need to thank me. Now then you're gonna tell me who your primary enemies are, any debtors you have, anyone who has even looked at you the wrong way. And I am going to go and make them associate that if you mess with Mezhil, you are messing with The Dark Enforcer."
  
  With a cocky grin he continued on, "And people, sides The Turk of Calamity..." He glanced back towards his peer King, "...Don't do that." Wringing one of his hands into a fist he began pacing around. "So you'll go investigate leads for our issues, get yourself some rest and heal back up toots so you don't look like a battered housewife - but give us the names, locations of some of your prevalent enemies, business or even that guy that didn't take you to prom. I don't particularly care who you give, just as long as they can be torn to shreds."
  
  "...Now this is just a usual business practice; do you prefer alive or dead? And if dead what sort of condition do you want them in? You collect heads? Their skin for rugs? Conditions vary but for the first product I'll let you have a taste before applying extra fees." After a solemn moment of pause, The Dark Enforcer pounded against his chest as he let out a vicious growl before turning back to King. "YOU READY FOR SOME OLD SCHOOL GANG CRUSHING?! SHE'S GONNA BE GIVING US RIVERS OF MOOLAH FOR THIS."
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  Chuck Greene: Seoul-Don, Tellestia (Gladius I)​
  Chuck Greene eyed down Douglas as he gave a lead for him to go off of; this mystery man named Martin. It was, quite frankly, Chuck’s only semi lead. After all he needed to get his daughter her Zombrex, despite the fact she was in fact an inanimate object. Katey needed it, and Chuck needed it to keep his fears away. Rattling his fingers against his handlebars, Chuck continued to eye Douglas with a distinctive twinge present. However fortunately for him, it was no longer as vicious as a junkyard dog’s stare. “...I’ll find him; you two, will be too slow. I am running against the clock.”
  
  Leaning back as he took one last swig from an empty bottle of whiskey Chuck paused in contemplation. After this his stare was focused on the pair, “Try to keep up if you want to hear him squeal for the Banshee.”
  
  With that stated, Chuck Greene fully began to ride off as his chainsaws whirred with killing intent; he drove past the two as he headed towards the street as he began rushing across the asphalt with a malicious smile upon his lips.
  
  “Maaaaartin, come on out!” howled out Chuck Greene as he vigorously glared from side to side looking for any suspicious enough characters to assault for information. But until then he rode quickly down the streets upon his slicecicle.

Dark Enforcer - The Mad Queen Zerohex GearBlade654 darkred
Chuck Greene - Mad Queen Rysesaka

 

[Rysesaka]

James Gordon
En route to LexCorp Tower
New Metropolis, The Badlands, Gladius-IV

After minutes of walking deep into the city, nothing is happening. Jim is mostly quiet as he was focused on his surroundings since he is prepared anything such as ambush and then he saw the LexCorp Tower nearby.

"So, this is the LexCorp Tower."

He turns around to Vasu.

"The man we encountered earlier said this is the safe zone so I assume we are safe but just be ready." Jim said as he turns around to face the LexCorp tower, he eyed the sigil of the LexCorp for a moment and he continued to walk further to the LexCorp tower.

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Victor Zsasz
En route to New Metropolis
Wild Space, Gladius-IV

As the ship takes flight, the two watched Harleen almost fell down but is able to maintain her balance and her hyenas skidding along the floor before she caught them both using her legs.

When the Jawa apologized to Harleen and said he was taught how to fly before he was taught manners. Headhunter reacted.

"Ohhhh shi'!" Headhunter chuckled as he claps to the Jawa.

"You just got burned, Harleen! Shi'!! Nice one, kid!" Headhunter then laughed, still clapping to the Jawa as he compliments his savagery for words.

On the other, Victor shakes his head in a positive way as he looks at Harleen.


Chris Walker
The Windmill
Darkened Skies, Gladius-III

Chris looks at the kids who gave him homemade food and just nods at them. He opens the picnic basket and Chris smiled for the first time, the last time he smiled is when he was at Afghanistan - laughing with his fellow soldiers. He began to eat the homemade food like a barbarian as he haven't eat delicious homemade foods ever since he was confined in the mental asylum.

After done eating, Micheal smiled at Chris and saying good luck to him and to the others. Peter and the others would go back to the tunnel and Chris followed them.

While on the tunnel, Peter recruited Chris to the X-Force which Chris don't mind at all.

"Whatever you say, beekeeper."

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Sandrino Imperial
Outside the Asylum, Seoul-Don
Tellestia, Gladius-I

Sandrino is getting on the madman's nerves as he gets irritated from this mortal, especially as he began to threaten Douglas by starting a chainsaw and said about Zombrex which he didn't know what it is. Chuck at this point is lucky that the redeemed Sandrino is the one who is awake and not the evil Sandrino because if evil Sandrino is the one who is awake, he would either convert Chuck to vampire or just kill him by feeding his blood.

While Sandrino can hear the conversation between Errol and Douglas because of his enhanced hearing, Chuck again threatens Douglas, ready to kill him as Douglas tried to reason him out. The redeemed Sandrino had enough of this.

As Sandrino was going to unleash his telekenisis to force Chuck to kneel before them. He drove past the two and began to howl vigorously which cause Sandrino to quickly grab him using his telekinesis powers where Chuck at this moment is now flying - stuck in the air.

"Douglas, this idiot is lucky that I'm the one who is awake." Sandrino shakes his head as he heads to Chuck's position who is currently stuck in the air - holding his grip to him as he lifts him to the air with his telekinesis powers

As he arrive on Chuck's position who is now stuck in the air, quickly drops him to the ground and uses his forced kneel technique to force Chuck to kneel before him and Douglas. Resisting the forced kneel technique will bring pain to Chuck if he tries to resist.

Meanwhile, out of no where, a duplicate of Sandrino appeared beside him but is actually the duplicate of evil Sandrino.

The duplicate of evil Sandrino, eyeing the scene.

Sandrino looks at his evil counterpart as the evil Sandrino uses his telekenisis to grab the chainsaw away from Chuck and lifting the doll - dropping them to the ground, chuckling demonically. The evil Sandrino looks at his redeemed counterpart and Douglas — smirking.

"You made a right choice. I hope this time we are going to be complete." The evil Sandrino implies that he and the redeemed Sandrino will be integrated as one.

"How the hell did you get out?!" Sandrino yelled at his evil counterpart.

"You do know I can create my own duplicate while you are still using that body." The evil Sandrino said.

"By this way, are you going to kill this mortal, my twin?" The dark one asked him as he looks at Chuck who is either resisting the forced kneel technique coming from his redeemed counterpart or is actually kneeling in front of Douglas and the redeemed Sandrino (depending on your choice, Freshet).

"No, I'm just going to teach him a lesson." The redeemed Sandrino replied in a stern tone.

"Teach him a lesson? I'm disappointed, I guess we won't be complete then." The evil Sandrino paused, "I could kill this mortal right now as I please if you were sleeping." The evil Sandrino added.

"Since when did you obey our pact together?" Sandrino asked his evil counterpart.

"Since I realized that if I kill you - I will be killed as well."

"That's a surprise." The redeemed one rolled his eyes.

"Now do what you want - if I were you, kill this mortal by drinking his blood or do whatever you like and also don't use the body too long, otherwise, I will really break the pact we have and fight you." The duplicate of evil Sandrino vanished.

Sandrino sighs, shaking his head before shifting his attention back to Chuck.

"Now, are you going to behave?!" Sandrino yelled at him. "If not I can just turn you into a vampire right now if you disobey us."


Sandrino's eyes turns into red - turning into his vampire form, revealing his fangs as he eyes the madman, threatening him that if he won't behave, he'll convert him to a vampire. A La Luna Sangre type of vampire. He awaits his response.

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Alfred Pennyworth
The Spa
Bliss, Gladius-II

He grabs the towel and quickly use it to dry his hair and his face. When the android explained that cursing isn't allowed in this part of Spa because it is all ages. Alfred just chuckles at the android.

"Well, alrighty then.. even though kids curse these days, yeah?." Alfred said as he waits for the android's instructions.


Carl Johnson
Love of the Apocalypse, The Walkway
Tavern of Worlds, Gladius-II

He looks at the first page and it was basically about personal information. As he was about to write in his full name, the female Krogan interrupted him which he looks at her, explaining that she'll ask him series of questions and he will jot them down.

"Wait, so am I goin to fill dis' personal info first or are we goin' straight to yo' questions?" CJ asked her since it is obvious that he is somewhat confused.

 

[Specialist]

Samus-007/Gladius I: The Presidium
[Interacting with: The Mad Queen , Shining Wizard ; Open to Interaction]​

This is where the directions lead her. Shipyard. Citadel shipyard. What the hell was up with all the recruitment posters? Zeon? Samus had a gnawing feeling this is what Alva and Oliver were nervous about, but she didn't speak up to where they could hear her. Muting her external speakers only for a moment, she quipped, "Boss, eyes up." Instantly, the AI adjusted the motion sensor on her HUD. The medium sized yellow blips on her sensor shrank down to pinpricks as a pulse was sent out; highlighting every moving contact within one hundred and fifty meters. Un-muting her speakers, she responded to Alva. "Spartans are, at least from my experience, part of the UNSC Navy. Naval Aviation just happens to be in our training." She glanced back to the tiger as she kept moving forward, now idly scanning the environment around her as well as her motion sensor. She hoped to hell that creature wouldn't go berserk when they launched form the port.

Vasu 'Koromai/Gladius IV: The Badlands; New Metropolis;
[Interacting with: The Mad Queen , Rysesaka ; Open to Interaction]
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Vasu gave a deep huff of acknowledgement. It was clear now that wherever he was, something was seriously wrong. As a matter of fact, the entire situation before him was once what he had overheard of the Earth soldiers of the UNSC describe destroyed, desiccated areas or stressful situations. 'FOO-BAR'. He doubted that the Chimera James knew what it meant, as the man was but a poorly-trained cop somehow holding the rank of Captain. Perhaps later on, he would satiate his curiosity and ask the question. Even through the Covenant understood and spoke the Human language, there were still many things he did not, or simply didn't care to understand during his service to the Empire. Now that his shackles were broken as revenge ravaged his hearts, perhaps he would allow himself to understand more about his former enemy in time. "I see. As repulsive as this place is, I must admire the architecture of your species."

 

[The Mad Queen]

Jolie Baptiste: New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

"They're a metahuman I believe. Definitely not one hundred percent human." Crane said "And quite...Troubled."

It made sense for a Changeling.
"Man or woman?" Jolie asked
"Woman." Crane said "Not sure why that matters."

It could be the Changeling the Fea had mentioned. Given there wasn't anyone else in the Asylum that she could sense, and she matched part of the description Jolie was given. Still, it seemed too easy.
"Take us to her."
"Why?"
"If we're going to lay low here as well, I need to make sure she isn't dangerous."

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-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

Karla: Mos Eisley, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

"Well..." Karla tilted her head to the side "I was, but that blew up."
She pointed to the smouldering remains of the plane "Surprisingly, it wasn't due to that."

She passed the item held in her tail into her left hand. A disc. It was the disc-like item Ilka had presented to the group earlier, holding details on the rats.
"I still got one good thing out of it though."
Looking the merc up and down, a smile crept across the Tiefling's face
"You got a ship? You fly me and my buddies to someone with guns and gold and I'll split the cost."
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Ser Richard bidded King farewell, placing a fist over his chest and bowing his head before turning and walking towards Karla.

Ilka smirked, looking to the three mercs that stood before her with a half-smile across the serpent's face.
"You're right, I am playing this game like a common urchin, a thug rather than showing my true scales."
She took a step towards Enforcer "But do you want to know why? Self-preservation. That's all it is. This place, while offering opportunity after opportunity for somebody like myself, it's a hive. The only way to keep a target off of your back is to keep hidden. The Hutts, the Mandalorians, the Krogan, the Godfathers. They're at the top of the pecking order."

"But." She smirked once more "I don't intend to stay an urchin forever. I was hoping this job could be my chance to turn things around, and it seems I was right."
"I have plenty of enemies. From here, all the way to the Yuan-Ti Empire but they can wait. Our squabbles won't matter if those rats destroy this place...That being said, I wouldn't mind it if a few of them had accidents between now and that job. Keep the leaders alive, but kill the rest unless they're smart."

Eliasdagood Freshet Zerohex GearBlade654 darkred
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

Venkman: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

"Probably." Venkman shrugged "I think you're the first one they've met, so it might be a grey area."
Passing by the galleon, Venkman snapped his fingers and a portal appeared in front of the bike.
"Don't worry." He reassured "This'll just make things quicker."

Emmadagood
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

The Sole Survivor: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) ​

Perhaps Jesus had a point. Could it be possible that Messier was more mature, perhaps even older than she appeared? His own adopted son was a prototype Gen-3 Synth, and so would age a lot slower than any human. For all Harry knew, he could only be a few years old but simply had programmed memories and maturity built in as part of an Institute experiment.
One that had led to their destruction, but an experiment nonetheless.
"Damn." He muttered.

"Messier, how old are you?" He asked "I said I wouldn't bring a kid into battle, but if you're not really a kid then..."
It still felt wrong, given how she looked like a little girl but he was willing to give her a chance. He'd been wrong before.

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"We've never had an open concert here." Travis said "But, there is a stage. The old Mayor used it for giving speeches. That was, of course before he was killed."
He sighed "That's a long story though."

DrBones GrieveWriter Ennuis Freshet Thepotatogod
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

Peter W: The Windmill, Darkened Skies (Gladius-III) ​

Michael watched as Chris gorged himself on food.
"I'll make some more for when you get back." He smiled, bidding the blood-covered giant farewell.
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"Beekeeper, huh?" Peter grinned "Maybe that can be my handle for our team? Perhaps we should all get one."

On the other side of the tunnel were the streets above. Screaming and maniacal laughter could be heard in the distance, as well as a torturous song. Listening to even the first few notes was enough to make Peter wince.
"We're not just dealing with regular darkness here, team. This is...Advanced darkness."

-MEANWHILE-
At a mansion, hidden deep within a wood of twisted trees four figures sat across a long dining table. It was so long in fact that they would have to shot across to each other. One of the figures, realising this stood up and quickly moved to a different place.

Spoiler: Too Much Edge

"These outworlders have gutted Jeff like the fish he is!" A killer cried
After a long, awful and drawn out laugh Jared Leto looked up from his chair "He's been dead before."
"But not like this."
"I know. Keeping his head as a trophy. I wish I'd thought of that."

He walked over to the young killer and removed his head from his shoulders with an axe. Continuing to laugh, Leto put the head on a plate and took a selfie with it.
"Sooo in character for me!" He chuckled, throwing his head back
"Um, Joker." One of the other killer said "What are we going to do about these invaders."
"If they cannot be broken then you gotta kill them! That's how we do things! Now go forth, find these invaders and do my bidding!"

billthesomething TrueBananaz Rysesaka
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

Douglas Ken: Seoul-Don, Tellestia: The Asylum (Gladius-I)​

Douglas ran a hand down his face and let out a heavy sigh of frustration.
"Oh for fuck's sake." He complained.

Chuck would kill anyone that got in the way between him and Martin, and given the motorcycle that applied to any random person just walking down the street. He jogged after the evil counterpart, watching as Chuck was thrown from his bike and shook his head when his child fell to the ground. He half-expected her to shatter into pieces.
"Wait!" He yelled "Don't turn him! You'll both be executed!"

The commotion had drawn a small crowd, who were still keeping their distance. Douglas turned, trying to shoo them away. If a human killed the residents of the street, there would be dire consequences. Consequences he wanted to avoid.

Freshet R-Breezy
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

 

[The Mad Queen]

--Kazumi Sawatari || Gentoku Himuro || Aka-Ao-Kiba--
The Mad Queen

"What makes them think that?" Gentoku began to question, rubbing his chin and his oh so majestic beard. "Are you saying that the Great Hunger might be here in Gladius?"

"No, but I think it's only a matter of time before it shows it's face. There's a working theory that this dimension is immune to it, but I don't see a reason why it would be. That's why we need to prepare."
"Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but one day, it will return and if we're not prepared then that's it...An extinction event on the scale of the Multiverse."
He paused "I might have some missions for your group, if you're up for it."
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

--Sougo Tokiwa || Woz--
The Mad Queen

"Me? Well..." Sougo scratched his cheek when Doom asked him about his duty. "I was supposed to become a King to save my world...At least, before the Great Hunger devoured ours." He admitted his failure to protect his subjects to the more successful king.

"You should not blame yourself. Even Doom could not stop it, merely slow it down so that the people of my country could live through the invasion. Since then, we have thrived and expanded across the surface of this planet."
He stood up from his throne
"I am preparing for the return of this so-called Great Hunger, so perhaps we should work together."

Topless
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

Alfred Pennyworth
The Spa
Bliss, Gladius-II

He grabs the towel and quickly use it to dry his hair and his face. When the android explained that cursing isn't allowed in this part of Spa because it is all ages. Alfred just chuckles at the android.

"Well, alrighty then.. even though kids curse these days, yeah?." Alfred said as he waits for the android's instructions.

"I apologise for the inconvenience, sir but this is a family-friendly part of the resort and I am to keep it that way." The android flashed a smile
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

Carl Johnson
Love of the Apocalypse, The Walkway
Tavern of Worlds, Gladius-II

He looks at the first page and it was basically about personal information. As he was about to write in his full name, the female Krogan interrupted him which he looks at her, explaining that she'll ask him series of questions and he will jot them down.

"Wait, so am I goin to fill dis' personal info first or are we goin' straight to yo' questions?" CJ asked her since it is obvious that he is somewhat confused.

"That's up to you, CJ. The question aspect would be quicker but if you'd rather fill out the forms..."
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

Harley Quinn: En-Route to New Metropolis (Gladius-IV)
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Steadying herself, Harleen strapped in as the ship shook.
"What was that?" Her eyes were wide
"Just a bit of turbulence. Some ships tried to invade Omega a few years back. We're flying through the remains." The Jawa explained
"Oh, okay."
"Next time there's turbulence, we'll be entering the atmosphere so just brace yourselves."

Rysesaka

 

[DrBones]

Solution: Diamond City, Badlands, Gladius-IV

The sailor had apparently decided he liked the cut of the Fusionist's jib, and Harry had proven that he was, at the very least, competent enough to pack provisions. Solution assumed that a 'minuteman' was a low-grade footman, or possibly a militiaman; fitting for the qualities this city has expressed so far. They could serve as insurance against being attacked from behind, or possibly for hunting down stragglers. Solution had very little confidence in human soldiers, and even less in militias.

"I don't see why we shouldn't take the little one along," Solution scoffed, "it would be a valuable learning experience, especially for someone her age. She'll never master her trade if she doesn't get her first taste of danger."
The Mad Queen GrieveWriter Ennuis

 

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands
Namorae nods. “I see. I do hope they won’t dislike me based on that.” She mutters, a bit worried. She closes her eyes as she sees the portal, knowing it tends to help with the feeling of displacement.
The Mad Queen

Farator: The Windmill, Darkened Skies
Farator hums, looking around as they leave the tunnel. Quite an unpleasant sound, even if he environment itself suits him. “Well. Considering that this adventure has the capacity for casualties, I suppose I should bring up something. He looks to the others in the group. “In the event that you were about to die, would you wish for me to save you? I lack healing magic for the living, unfortunately, but if I get there quickly enough, I could ensure your return as a vampire in a few days.” He says it very calmly, rather used to asking this question in the event he works with mortals.
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Cortova: Mos Eisley, The Badlands
The mercenary grins. “Awesome. What kind of employer you guys got? I got a ship with a decent cargo space, and I can fly her on my own just fine. No need for extra crew.”

 

[darkred]

"They're a metahuman I believe. Definitely not one hundred percent human." Crane said "And quite...Troubled."

It made sense for a Changeling.
"Man or woman?" Jolie asked
"Woman." Crane said "Not sure why that matters."

It could be the Changeling the Fea had mentioned. Given there wasn't anyone else in the Asylum that she could sense, and she matched part of the description Jolie was given. Still, it seemed too easy.
"Take us to her."
"Why?"
"If we're going to lay low here as well, I need to make sure she isn't dangerous."

Marcus Wright
New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) -
Near a certain unknown part of Arklym Asylum
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-
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Marcus looked at Jolie, a bit and then at Crane. I don't know what John Connor receives from Lux or what "methods" this Lex Luthor uses. But if there is a reason, a good reason, John would find it. Not many people would take them right toward who they were looking for unless they wanted something in return. "How much you know about this mysterious lady, Dr. Crane?"

The Mad Queen​

 

[Freshet]

• Verdi
• Chuck Greene

• 
  
  Giuseppe Fortunino Francesco Verdi: Diamond City, Badlands (Gladius IV)​
  
  Spinning on her heels to face 6O, there was a distinctive grin plastered on Verdi’s face as she slung the guitar on her back. With a flourish of her right hand to the sky, she took an exaggerated bow towards the members of her gang. “Ah but tis just a taste of the wonderful works of Giuseppe Fortunino Francesco Verdi! When I am on the stage proper there are times you are just left awash via the chant of VIVA VERDI! VIVA VERDI!”
  
  Again she turned around to face Travis as he spoke of the death of the mayor. “Oh I’m so sorry the, tornado? Hurricane? Whatever the natural disaster that caused the refugees to move in here got your old town’s mayor. However you say you have a stage here?” Verdi glanced back towards the sack of caps as she glanced back towards Travis, “Right so I’m going to need the hours of availability, what the cost to rent it will be…”
  
  Smiling, Verdi began clapping her hands together. “Ah to perform once again for a crowd on a stage which has not heard of the ways of Verdi! Oh and another thing, is that noodle place actually good place to get some food at? The hassle with getting that machine to work...”
• 
  
  
  Chuck Greene: Seoul-Don, Tellestia (Gladius I)​
  There was only one logical action to be done by Chuck Greene after not only himself, but his daughter being assaulted by telekinesis. As he collapsed to the ground from his bike, there was a distinctive crunch upon Katey. This very motion caused Chuck’s very eyes to grow even wilder than before. While in that genuflect he began throwing container, after container of flaming whiskey at every direction. Some were at Sardino, others were at Douglas, others at the makeshift crowd and some where just at the windows and structures to just let it all burn down.
  
  Each flaming onslaught, fueled by Chuck’s hate, protective nature for his daughter and more importantly whiskey that wasn’t liked by Chuck was thrown with intense energy as he eyed them all.
  
  “I’LL KILL YOU ALL! EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU! YOU ARE NOT HURTING MY KATEY! YOU HEAR ME NUTBARS!?! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO HURT MY DAUGHTER!”

Verdi - The Mad Queen Thepotatogod GrieveWriter
Chuck Greene - Rysesaka Mad Queen

 

[Shining Wizard]

TORGO - GLADIUS I, CITADEL, WARDS, PRINCIPALITY OF ZEON

Torgo silently pet the (pending) Master's oversize kitty as she calculated the next course of action. She, too, would happily lay down her life for the (pending) Master and the (pending) Master's companions, except the fat one fuck him, but this was more owing to a complete lack of self-preservation instincts than any sort of moral or ethical bearing.

Calculations complete, Torgo wasted no time on her next set of actions, wandering up to a cluster of Zeonic troops and tugging the tail of the closest one's jacket.

"Excuse Torgo, but could you direct Torgo to the nearest functional spaceport?"

"I dunno, kid, can you direct me to the Sydney Opera House?"

"Not anymore, she can't!"

"Zing!"

The grunts shared a hearty laugh and high-fived each other as the apparent leader stubbed out his cigarette on the pavement.

"Nah, but seriously, six blocks down, take a right at Nicol's Piano Bar, walk three more blocks and it's right across the street from the playground and the top-secret chemical weapons factory. It's painted fire-engine red with a big spike sticking out of the roof, can't miss it."

"Why do we have one of those, anyway? I thought the Antarctic Treaty banned nerve gas."

"That's a common misconception, it's only a war crime if we use it on the Earthnoids."

"If we're not gonna use it on the Earthnoids, then what the space hell ARE we gonna use it on?"

"You'll see."

"Much appreciated, sir or madam.", Torgo said as she bowed exactly 70 degrees.

"Hey, no problem, kid. Anything for a fellow spacenoid.", the soldier raised his arm in a one-handed salute, "Seig Zeon, and all that."

Torgo followed suit, "Yes. Seig Zeon."

Bowing again, Torgo trotted back to the (pending) Master and company, taking her wrist in a grip reminiscent of police handcuffs and walking inexorably forward on the planned route.

"(pending) Master, Torgo has corrected the party's course. Torgo will now continue as planned."

Specialist The Mad Queen

 

[Zerohex]

King: Mos Eisley, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)

"You deserved it this time, going off on your own shit like that instead of keeping it in your pants. It makes keeping things smooth difficult", King carried on the banter, making a show of wiping his hand on his coat and palming some dust off his pant leg before slightly readjusting his hat. You could practically see him fastidiously adjusting his tie, if only he ever bothered to wear one. "And besides, money's not why I do what I do, it's just a lovely bonus. It enables the lifestyle, obviously, but it also makes it clear I'm not up for just anything that comes my way, what I do has value", he carried on with absolute conviction, only to notice that the Enforcer was once again forcefully imparting his own worldview. Of course. Well at least this time he had something like a point.

Removing his hat and spinning it around his finger, whether out of frustration or amusement none could really say, the Turk cut into the conversation. "When he's right he's right, you know. Act like a little snake in the grass and you'll be treated like it, if you wanna be one of the big dogs you gotta step up. To be the man you gotta beat the man, as the saying goes". He punctuated the statement by blowing jets of cigar smoke out his nose before continuing to speak impressively clearly for someone with a stogie between his lips. "Obviously, better if you do it yourself, but getting the right people for the job is a skill too. I'm all for ruining underworld powers but I'm not like dummy here, like I said, money's not why I do what I do and I don't just do whatever comes my way".

Adjusting his hair a little before replacing his headwear, the sun wasn't kind on people with no covering after all, King slid his shades down his nose and cracked a big, wide smile to go with the strange sheen of his eyes highlighted by the shade of the brim. "No slaver work, no gross shit, no wasting time with pissants. Go big or go home and that applies to my handiwork too, some real sport would be nice for once. Then, if the rats are still an issue, well...a faction large enough to believably take credit for bringing them down would stand to benefit, no?".

The Mad Queen Freshet

 

[Rysesaka]

Chris Walker
Darkened Skies, Gladius-III

Chris grunts as Peter gives himself an alias. Chris himself wants an alias that suits him although he doesn't prefer an offensive alias such as Strongfat because if anyone calls him that, he'll be mad for sure and would likely kill the individual who calls him that.

Chris could hear the screaming and magical laughter on the other side of the tunnel which he didn't mind at all since he is used on hearing those sounds, especially when a bloodiest riot of all occurred in the mental asylum he was confined it but what bothers him is the sound, the torturous sound which makes him so irritated.

"What the hell is this sound?! I'm going to kill these little pigs who turns this stupid sound on!" Chris began to get angry because of the sound which fuels his strength thru anger although for a short period of time, he was able to overcome the anger despite the fact that he is still irritated by the sound and then the vampire asked that if one of them dies (apart from Farator), he will turn them into vampire for a few days. Chris is an idiot if he wants to become a vampire and Chris knows that he wouldn't be killed easily by mere killers. The only person that Chris can be killed is the Walrider or individuals who have powers/abilities that can kill him.

"I'd rather die as a variant, vampire. In fact, these little pigs — these killers have no match for me because the last thing they want to see is me ripping their heads off. Understand?" Chris said.

billthesomething Eliasdagood TrueBananaz The Mad Queen


Sandrino Imperial
Trap Street, Seoul-Don
Tellestia, Gladius-I

Sandrino have sensed multiple mortals already as they watch the commotion where Sandrino makes Chuck to kneel before him and Douglas. Douglas yelled at him which caught his attention, saying not to turn him or they'll both be executed.

On the other hand, Chuck is yelling at them that he'll kill them all by hurting a doll which he considered Chuck as his daughter. Sandrino is somewhat surprised that Chuck isn't struggling from the pain or is he?

"Are you a madman?! How can you call a doll your daughter?! It makes no sense as to why you wanted to protect this doll so bad!" Sandrino yelled at him as to why Chuck call the doll his daughter but at the same time, Sandrino is worried because of what he is doing right now which he can feel that he is going back to his old self and there is a possibility that him and his evil counterpart might be integrated back to the old Sandrino. Sandrino hoped that he won't go back to his old self.

Freshet


Alfred Pennyworth
The Spa, Bliss
Free Planets, Gladius-II

"No worries, mate." Alfred smiled back.

"Lead the way because I don't know this majestic place very well."


Carl Johnson
Love of the Apocalypse, The Walkway
Tavern of Worlds, Free Planets, Gladius-II

"Well, I'll just go with yo' questions then since you said it's easy. Easy peasy." CJ smiles as he waits for Karen's instructions.


Victor Zsasz
En route to New Metropolis
Wild Space, Gladius-IV

During the trip, Victor and Headhunter are mostly quiet, minding their own business until a bit of the turbulence hit the ship. The Jawa explained that some ships tried to invade the heart of criminal paradise a few years back and that they are encountering the parts of the ships.

"Someone despises the criminals like us." Victor said it in casual tone.

"From what you said, mister. I remember a frenemy of mine. Jim Gordon, the man who wants to keep Gotham a better place." Victor then shift his attention to Harleen.

"Since we share similar history in where we came from. You know Jim Gordon, right?" Victor asked Harleen.

"Heh, if you're a criminal yourself, I'd rather not mess with Jim Gordon." Headhunter said, eyeing Harleen for a moment as he waits for her response.

 

[Ennuis]

Messier: Diamond City, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) ​

Messier nodded as the native man explained the easily counterfeited currency his people used and the strange, lingering magics that still haunt this horrible land as if she understood it perfectly. Of course, she didn't, but appearances were important. The idea of using a thin, readily available metal smashed in a simple shape with a hammer and given a thin coat of paint just seemed like everyone would make their own and crash the value. The magic was a little easier to understand, but still outside of her area of expertise. However, the next thing the man said snapped her out of her act. How dare he assume she was just a child? Alright, sure, she LOOKED like one and sometimes even acted like one, but she wasn't. You can't always judge a book by its cover. But luckily, the zombie man spoke up for her and while she couldn't throw continents around, she did fight people that probably could. Zombie man was alright for the most part, even if he was a poorly stitched together monster. And while the Shaper seemed to have her back, that went right out the window when she suggested that Messier wasn't already a master of her craft.

"Well Mr. Whatever your name is." She pointed her large sunflower at Harry. "I'll have you know, I helped KILL Sulphur. Not just seal away like Scarlet the Brave did, but kill him. And not just that either! I explored the Hermuda Triangle! You know what kind of horrors lurk there? A mute nerd that keeps getting up no matter how bad you beat him! A weird penguin that's the last of its kind! A strange woman that says nothing but nonsense! Marona's friend from the future! And a foul mouthed book!" She got more and more worked up as she went as the thought of someone downplaying her trials just outright irked her. Before Harry could reply to her, Messier turned to the Shaper to address her betrayal. "And you! I've mastered my trade years ago! Just look at this." She then held up her sunflower to Solution as if it was an obvious example of her strange magic. "Do you see?"

Of course, her outburst had came after Harry had started to relent and that just dawned on the girl. "Oh, uhh... Well it's complicated I guess. I think I'm like 70? But that's just because I died." She gestured towards Jesus before continuing. "Like he did I'm guessing, except he kept his beat up body. Like I said, it's really complicated and I don't even know how it works." She stood in silence for a moment before shrugging and pointing her sunflower up to the sky, once again as if it was an obvious clue to her power. "But yeah, I'm pretty good at fighting."

The Mad Queen GrieveWriter DrBones

 

[Freshet]

“You need to learn to live a little; when it tells you to not keep it in the pants, you don’t stifle it. Go forth and follow those primal urges!” There was a distinctive beat before he turned towards King and gave a quick smirk. “Plus Turk, we’re dealin’ with a chick, a bonafide land-mermaid, here! Smooth-talkin might get you to the door, but only raw alpha magnetism seals it.” This was followed by a display of conceited flexing of his mechanical muscles.

Which yes, simulated the actions of it fairly accordingly. Such were the wonders of technology.

These quick retorts were delivered stood as the ape of a man didn’t bother to clean any of the people chunks, despite the barbs from Turk. After all they’d fall and remove themselves via sweat sooner or later; and generally a brutish walking armory covered in people chunks tended to help with the intimidation factor. “Cause you can’t always wait for the door to be open; you gotta go in there and punch your fist through it then commit breaking and entering on the opportunities of life. Good chunk of that is getting fat stacks of cash, smacking around people, in many different ways depending on who, and the odd-jobs.”

He slowly rose up his metallic hand and clutched it into a fist, “Plus I do like just carnage for the sake of it.” His shades lowered down as he pushed them back up, and in the process leaving a bit of a bloody smear on his face. Pacing around between Ilka and King, he decided to find his own spot against the wall of the catina to rest against.

Well not so much rest, as much as just loitering with his palm against the wall. Peering between the two he spoke, “You know my terms. Bit looser than King’s, but still a professional code when you are hiring out the Walking Doomsday Clock.” Rolling his head upwards he let out a distinctive grumble, “Man I wish I had another cold one.”

Pointing towards Ilka, “Aight toots; which one you want eliminated first? Slugs, Country Club Hunters, the Lizards or Cousin Vinny’s Gang? And you got a calling card of sorts you want left behind or what? Ah, don't worry about it, think of one when you go researching for us, cause I’m sure we can pick someone to keep alive as a messenger. Maybe also as a hostage for a couple extra bucks iunno. Regardless just pick the gang you want to die first to let the rest of the world the message that you aren’t to be messed around with. Cause you -”

The Dark Enforcer used his free arm to pound at his chest with two distinct thumps before smirking. “ - Just got some new enforcement from The Dark Enforcer.”

Zerohex The Mad Queen

 

[billthesomething]

Postal Dude
Darkened Skies - Gladius-III (The Windmill)
The Dude had been quiet for most of the trip through the tunnel, quietly munching on a piece of cheese bread he had taken out of the basket using his telekinesis. Not really trusting Chris not to tear his arm off if he tried grabbing it the regular way. But when the "Music" began playing he dropped the bread and so he could cover his ears "Buttfucking Christ! Sounds like someone skinning a cat with a frozen turd" he exclaimed, as he slowly uncovered his ears, the song's volume slowly getting quieter and in turn more tolerable for the Postal Dude.

But for Champ, due to his sensitive hearing, the noise was the equivalent of a rhythmic flashbanging for the poor mutt as evident by the whimpering that was coming out of the usually happy go lucky canine, which actually caused the Postal Dude to adopt a look of concern for his pet. "Come on boy, you can deal with this. Don't you wanna help me kill some people?" He said as he tried to calm the mutt by lightly petting the hound's head, but it didn't seem to be working. So the dude tried feeding him a dog biscuit and that seemed to be doing the trick for it seemed like Champ was back to his old mannerisms, licking his owner's face with vigor.

"I knew that some shit music wasn't going to let you miss all the fun." The Postal Dude said with an uncharacteristic smile, but it didn't stay for long, as the dude stood back up, and went after the group, as it seemed like they had continued on without him.

Eliasdagood TrueBananaz The Mad Queen

 

[Sleek]

Alexandria-003, Gladius I (The Citadel)

She awoke after a second, tasting metal. Her armor whined with the incessant low tone of her shield generator flashing red, and her armor had a few scrapes and dings that it didn't have before. Where was she? The supersoldier shook off her confusion and stood as soon as her adrenaline spiked. A very quick check of her gear served to confirm she had her kit and weapons. More seconds ticked by as the soldier took in her enviroment. The being was in a small depression, the bottom of which matched the contours of her back. Okay, she'd landed in an impact.

She wondered what was going on? One second they were on their way to randomized coordinates in real space, the next, she stood alone. In case of any friendlies being nearby, she turned off her external speakers and opened a channel on the UNSC E-band.
To the uninformed, it was simply a whistled tone. Vaguely familiar to anyone from earth, but a tune nonetheless.
To anyone within the UNSC's Spartan branch or affiliated, it was the SPARTAN-II signal. Alexandria knew only a very small amount of people outside of the SPARTAN-II program knew the tone, even surviving IIIs and most IVs weren't privy to it.

But her comrades did.

So, she kept whistling the tune, standing impassively to the outside crowd even as security might have begun mobilizing.

(OPEN)

HUNK, Gladius IV (Mos Eisley)

There was no extraction. Something beyond T and G was at play here. Umbrella didn't have access to technology of this sort, so either he was compromised, or he was....somewhere. It was a desert city of sorts, with creatures that put him on edge. The only reason he didn't shoot was because they didn't behave like Umbrella's B.O.W.s. A Tyrant didn't tell you to piss off. HUNK still had his gear, but no sample of the G-virus. He'd survived Raccoon City, but that didn't mean he was safe.

Radio was a no go, considering all of the technology and even hovercraft around. It seemed like his own gear was inferior, which caused him minor concern. It was a complication, nothing more. The man simply walked towards a place where he might get out of the sun and hopefully survive this new situation.

Though, he wasn't sure who was involved, but it sounded like a fight nearby. The man unholstered his pistol, drew his combat knife, and stepped towards the situation. Weapons lowered, but ready.

( Freshet Zerohex The Mad Queen )

Apollyon, Gladius IV (Diamond City)

Sheep. Despite some of the beings she had faced, she saw that many were just sheep. This twisted land, despite fate perhaps granting her another chance at forging the world anew in a crucible of fire and might, held little promise save for a few. Most were thieves and bandits, whom turned tail upon realizing that killing her was more trouble than it was worth. Nobody fought well enough for her to spare them. Not like her blackstones, though, she chuckled ironically at the sentiment. "Her" blackstones had all but betrayed her, helping the samurai in an effort to bring....peace. To bring about another degradation.

To bring about more burnt villages and cowering children searching for answers.

So, she kept walking. Towards the "great green jewel". It was a start, and her goals could not be accomplished while starving and dying of thirst. This land had seen it's own cataclysm, meaning that the water she did find made her want to vomit. But, if there was a city, there was supplies.

Perhaps, even a place to start. She would not apply her rules of selection here, no, that was folly.
But, she could see what she would find, and......

Her train of thought was derailed when she came upon the gates to the city. Perhaps, she could now start her search.

( The Mad Queen otherwise, OPEN)

 

[The Mad Queen]

Harley Quinn: En-Route to New Metropolis (Gladius-IV)
​

​

"I knew Jim Gordon." Harley said, looking away from Victor "He died tryin' to stop a dictator...A good few people, good people did too."
Jim, much like Bruce had tried to help her see the Joker for what he was but she was blind to their guidance. By the time she realised what kind of a monster he was, it was far too late.
He was dead, she had blood on her hands and the world fell apart.
She rested her head on one of her fists and stared out the window. If the other universe had a Jim Gordon, she hoped he was happy up until the end. The Great Hunger didn't discriminate, she watched it kill good guys and bad guys alike and Jim didn't have any superpowers, so he was probably dead.

"He was a good man. I got on with his daughter. Even though I tried to kill 'em both a few times."

Rysesaka

Jolie Baptiste: New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

"Not a lot. I've tried to keep my distance." Crane said
"Just take us to her. I would like to talk to her." Jolie said
"Very well."

Crane led the two towards a service elevator.
"The power still works?" Jolie asked
"Given the amount of times somebody cut the power trying to escape from this place, the Asylum installed multiple emergency generators."
"Better safe than sorry."
"Given who this place used to contain, exactly."

He gestured a hand towards the elevator and stepped inside. Jolie followed.

darkred
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

Karla: Mos Eisley, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

"Um, that's a work in progress. But I know there's a lot of people on this planet that would pay a lot of gold for this information."
She twirled the disc between her fingers.
"Perhaps there is another at this spaceport we can speak to?" Gunther suggested
"So long as they're not turned on by slavery, I'm game. Remind me to flay the serpent at some point."
"Oh!" Ser Richard said "Only she can see Gunther." The Paladin walked to Cortova's side, placed a fist over his heart and bowed his head slightly "I am Ser Richard." He proudly introduced himself "That is Khanfusio, soon to be Pirate Queen."

Karla waved "You've got a ship, and cargo...So long as you're not an asshole, I think we can work together." She gave a sly grin

Eliasdagood
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"I'll save that sort of work for someone else. Your friend here doesn't seem to mind." Ilka said to King, nodding at The Dark Enforcer "Back when I was with the Yuan-Ti my calling card was branding the shape of a cobra's head into one of the victims... But perhaps I need to update my style.
Leave one alive and tell them the serpent sends her regards. It's simple, straight to the point and it carries at least a little bit of style. Leave one alive to tell the tales of what happened and that allows fear to spread."

She tilted her head to the side, looking at the approaching HUNK. "Oh, looks like we've got company."
"Can I help you!?" She called over

Freshet Zerohex GearBlade654 Sleek darkred
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

Venkman: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

"You'll be fine. There's really only two kinds of beings they dislike at Haven's Spear."
The motorcycle passed through the portal, and emerged within the Twilight Realm. The ships of the graveyard could still be seen, but they were glistening and coloured like a twilight sky, as was the ground and the sky itself.
Venkman's motorcycle glistened too, and actually sped up when on the other side.

"Welcome to the Twilight." He announced "Also known as the Ghost-Zone."

Emmadagood
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

 

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands
Namorae looks around, her eyes widening. “Ah! In my world, we called this the ethereal plane.” She says, smiling. “I have never been fully immersed in it though, just seen spirits. It is quite beautiful.”
The Mad Queen

Cortova: Mos Eisley, The Badlands
Cortova nods. “Well, it’s a good start! I will do my best not to be an asshole.” She chuckles softly. “You guys want to check out the ship? Sounds like we’re nearly ready to get this show on the road!”

 

[Specialist]

Samus-007/Gladius I: The Presidium
[Interacting with: The Mad Queen , Shining Wizard , Sleek ; Open to Interaction]​

As Samus stopped and let Torgo ask for directions, she keenly observed the two guards that were obviously wearing the same 'Zeon' uniform as depicted on the posters. 'Guards' didn't fit the level of sheer unprofessionalism they were exhibiting, and she slowly began to wonder if the UNSC Army Garrison shared comparable traits. It wasn't long before Boss's gruff tone surfaced to the forefront of her mind. "Sam, got something." Muting her external speakers with a soft audible 'pop!', the vaguely familiar tune came through her E-Band; a melody she'd heard only once or twice during training exercises before being pulled by ONI. Like a flipped switch, she whistled a responding tune. Perhaps she'd learn to be a bit more open around her newfound classmate; assuming they both arrived from the same universe.

 

[GrieveWriter]

Operator 6O: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
The Mad Queen Thepotatogod Freshet​

"I could probably buy you some noodles from him," Operator 6O said before sighing "But I don't really think he has anything other than regular noodles in a bowl so...."

If Travis was right, then they had a perfect set up for Verdi's performance. She assumed that he would announce it using his station, which seemed popular enough to garner a sizable crowd. Verdi seemed positively ecstatic at the prospect of performing, and Operator 6O wasn't ashamed to admit that she was as well. She'd never been to an actual concert, and while this setting didn't exactly offer the same vibe what with its drab and apocalyptic atmosphere, but it would be the closest she'd ever gotten. And iff Verdi's little demonstration was any indicator was anything to go by, it was gonna be amazing.

But Operator 6O caught herself before she could get too amped up. She had to remember that this was all part of her mission to locate some other YoRHa units and establish some kind of network with them. She needed the concert to have as many attendants as possible if she was going to be able to question enough people. Travis had mentioned the former mayor, and while Verdi seemed convinced his demise was the result of some disaster, 6O had to wonder whether or not the aliens had fabricated memory of him. But that was a line of thought for later.

"Besides the stage," she turned back to Travis "is there anything else we'll need to set up? I mean, we've got our performer and a place to perform."

Jesus Christ: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
The Mad Queen DrBones Ennuis​

Yeah, not a single statement that Messier just said made any kinda of sense to the Savior. If he took it in pieces, he could filter her words to mean she'd killed before, went on some wild adventure and then beat the crap out of a book. But the extra details proved to Jesus that he was sorely missing some context that would've helped him understand her a great deal more. And that damn sunflower wasn't helping any of it seem more coherent. But then she slowed down and started explaining things far more simply. Far older than she looks, back from the dead, can fight. The mention of his appearance wasn't exactly necessary, but he'd roll with it.

So she at least believed herself to be capable of fighting. Again, because off the whole multiverse thing he wasn't so sure if that'd be enough. For all he knew she just beat down on weaklings all the time wherever she came from. Harry seemed to think these rat-folk were at least a threat, and given the apocalyptic surroundings Jesus could tell whatever threatened him was worthy of consideration. But there were also other factors, like what if she was weaker here than at her home realm because of some mcguffin that only worked there or something? Either way, he couldn't really see much reason not to let her go. He'd be entertained by her involvement no matter what.

So he stretched once she finished and folded his arms as he looked to Harry with a grin "Well I don't know about you, but I'm completely sold." He stated before shrugging "Worst case scenario we have the slave-maker look after her."

With that settled he once more looked around "We gonna keep looking for more hands or we good to go?"

 

[Rysesaka]

Victor Zsasz
En route to New Metropolis
Wild Space, Gladius-IV

Victor and Headhunter listened to Harleen as she talks about the Jim Gordon from her world, saying that he died fighting a dictator and considered him as a good few people. It's not surprising that Jim Gordon is one of those good people since Jim from their world is also like that, fighting for what is right and what is good but what caught their attention is by the name 'Bruce', 'Joker', and Jim having a daughter. Victor assumes that this Bruce she talks about is Bruce Wayne - who is a billionaire kid (that can fight well) from Victor's world. As for Joker, Victor doesn't know who this individual is and as for Jim having a daughter.

Victor can't believe it as he is well aware that Jim goes to multiple relationships such as Valerie Vale who is a journalist from Gotham Gazette, Barbara Kean who is an artist turned crime lord, Lee Thompkins who is a doctor turned crime lord which she's dead and last but not least is Sofia Falcone who is the daughter of the former crime boss Carmine Falcone and marrying one of these girls are not clear but because of the Multiverse, having these girls or any other girls as Jim's wife is possible.

"The Jim Gordon of your world has a daughter?" Victor glared his eyes at Harleen before he continued to speak,

"And who's the wife? I'm curious." and here it is, Victor began to ask series of questions like he is interrogating someone.

"Bruce? You mean, Bruce Wayne — the billionaire kid? How can a teenager gives guidance to someone?"
"And who's this dictator?"
"And who's Joker?"

"Hey Zsasz, you need to calm down. It's not like we are interrogating someone." Headhunter reacted to Victor's series of questions to Harleen, kinda like when they torture their enemies to give out information that is important or valuable, either it's in favor or against Victor's newly-founded criminal empire which is now gone or collapsed because of the Great Hunger.

"I'm just interested of how her world works. This Multiverse thing is so interesting, right Harleen?" Victor smiles at her as he awaits Harleen's response.

The Mad Queen