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  • --Ashe--
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    'She doesn't know that most of the people here are either too crazy or too careful, huh? And not in a good way.' Model A observed the blonde, Verdi, as she began to think where she should start doing her gigs and if she knew any places.

    "Understood, ma'am!" Ashe nodded in response, following the lead of her client. Even though she had only been here for a couple minutes, she could tell that the venues this city has are quite limited, or outdated for that matter. However, just as she thought that, she noticed something peculiar about the girl. For all of Ashe's life, never once had she seen a person whose ears aren't mechanical. Not to mention, she isn't covered in the standard black skinsuit as well. Her personally is as strange as her appearance! However, despite it's peculiar sight, Ashe thought that it might be because of that thing that destroyed her world--Ended their story. However, for Ashe, it might as well be a start of a new chapter.
 
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Steve Rodgers: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​
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The Dragonborn woman took a deep breath to compose herself.
"Snatchers. They took her and ran for the city limits...Please, if you get her back I'll pay you with whatever I have."
"Ma'am, you don't need to pay me anything..." Steve cut in
"No, I have to give you something. It doesn't seem right to risk your l..."

He rested a hand on her shoulder, cutting her off "Then just answer me a few questions when we get back, okay?"
She nodded.

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"Ma'am, I'll do this for free. Now give me a moment." She said as she started to run towards the city limits. She takes a deep breath as she ran, then "Wuld... NAH KEST!" using Whirlwind Sprint to get faster to the city limits.
 
Solution: The Commonwealth, Badlands, Gladius-IV
While the chewed-apple man blatantly lied to Messier about the source of his scars (yes, most definitely a sailor) and argued with his woman, Solution took the opportunity to hear Harry out. The more he spoke, the more thoughtful Solution looked.

"I have spent the last handful of days running through a number of causes," Solution admitted, "but at no point would I have come to that conclusion."
Solution politely failed to add "I am outraged that you could have come up with this thought that it was reasonable." Every word of that explanation was either impossible or so loaded with cryptic nonsense that he would have been better off admitting that it was impossible.

Solution took a moment to collect her thoughts. Quite obviously, this party of low-lives and one child was useless to her. Staying with them was infuriating, tedious, and dangerous. However, at least one of them was a native, and the child might have a master. In light of circumstances, staying with them until an actual source of information was the only way forward. Wherever this "Diamond City" was, it would be a better place to start than here. Its name implied it must be a mining town; it was unlikely she'd find a true authority on this matter, but the foreman might have connections.

"You've convinced me," Solution lied, nodding her head, "Diamond City will do just fine. When do we leave?"

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Nameless Mook: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​

Once again, the flood of memories regarding the Black Demon Sect came to his mind. A child taken away, it gave him great shivers and caused him to instinctively grab to the mask at his side. Surely, it wasn’t them who were responsible for the kidnapping was it? But if they were to grab the hatchling of even the most minor of creatures which might’ve existed in the Wasteland of Spirits…

...Who knew what it could do under the will of Bones of Creation. Shivering the mook began to stutter as he continued to stare rather baffled at the monstrous creature. “I – ah u erm-” muttered out the nameless mook, who was trying his damnedest to appear brave. Of course the quivering in his legs wasn’t helping matters, nor the continued worried stares at the scaled creature. What if this creature was a trap? Demons tended to work in those ways.

While Ulfi was already charging towards the city-limits, and Steve was considering it, the Impostor Shang shook his head as he bent down towards the dragonic woman and proceeded to get her around his shoulders.

This was heroic still.

“...Your child is not the only thing of concern here. What if we fetch them, only for them to discover that there is no more mother? I’m sure there is a medicine man around here somewhere that can tend to your wounds.” spoke the former mook as he proceeded to lift her up and began taking her to wherever the nearest medicine man would be, before following to the city limits.

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

King saw the crowd quiet down with a self satisfied smirk on his face, watching with an eagle eye for more troublemakers that never materialized. Good for them, less work for him. A cheap little cleaning droid started sweeping up the brawl's debris aided here and there by some patrons, new seats were set up, the injured cleared out or were "helped" out, and soon enough the cantina worked itself back to a merry din. The drinks he'd promised helped a fair amount, and he shrugged off Barkeep's inquisitive stare about this paycheck-draining move. What the hell, it's not like the money was all that important to him and he knew the owner wouldn't take everything he should anyway, he was good people as far as the general scumminess of the area allowed.

His eye movements hidden by his shades, the Turk took notice of the demon chick and the big ugly lizard thing having a little exchange before Horns approached him with all the subtlety of a mallet to the kneecap. Well, not like he had room to talk and he didn't really care, secure as he was in the knowledge of his own invincibility. Still smiling confidently, he flicked away what remained of his cigar and faced the chick, letting his shades slide down just enough to make eye contact. "Sounds shady AND like you're trying to pull something to boot so...sure, why not, I'll listen to the job offer and see where we go from there", he fired back without hesitation. Anything was better than just sitting around killing time at a dive fighting nobodies.

"You know my name so it's only right that you tell me yours, but I'm sure we'll have time to get friendly later. Make yourselves comfortable, I gotta make a quick call", he continued and with that he slid his shades back up and left the two adventurers to their own devices, giving Barkeep another shrug as he moved to the back for the employees' comm booth. Much better range and signal in it than with a portable system. With a sigh, he sat down, pondered what he was about to do and decided that it was probably the best course of action. He hoped the future would prove him right or at the very least not terribly wrong. Another sigh, and finally he punched in the private frequency for The Dark Enforcer. Straight to voicemail. Son of a...

King had already taken a couple jobs with Enforcer, real name seriously and unironically Steel Chambers. He was a big, smelly dumbass as persistently a glaring, impossible to ignore annoyance as cold sores, if cold sores were cybernetically enhanced and carried more weapons than a mechanized battallion. Those same "qualities" made him reliable backup, good at getting the job done in his particular way, and King did owe him one so hey they could get paid together on this one. "Chambers, it's King, I need you to drop whatever you're doing and come on over to the cantina in Mos Eisley, you know the one I work at. Got a job offer that seems fishy as fuck...right, right, no swears. Still looks shady, but those always pay well and if they try and screw us we just cut loose and get even, it's win-win. Gimme a call when you're coming."

Hanging up and still hoping he wouldn't regret his decision, the Turk headed back out. Barkeep would know to pass the call to him if it came or how to get in touch with him if needed. Still smiling, he sauntered over to Karla and her bodyguard. "Right then, your names?"

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TORGO - GLADIUS I, CITADEL, THE PRESIDIUM

"Torgo is here to apply for Torgo's space driver's license"

"That's not a real thing"

"Space learner's permit"

"Also not real."

"Space... Space Social Security number."

"You realize this is the customs office, right?"

"Space passport."

"We don't just append "space" to everything here like it's some bad sci-fi show. What are you, some sort of space amish?"

"No. Torgo is a Task-Oriented Repartee Gynoid, model O."

"Well, that's a start. Profession?"

"Torgo takes care of the place while the master is away."

"Housekeeper, then?"

"Maid."

"Isn't that basically the same-"

"Space maid."

There was a short pause as the clerk- a stocky Reach infiltrator who was currently debating if he could get away with toggling his phase-shift and ducking out to grab some donuts- stared over his glasses at Torgo, then sighed and typed SPACE MAID into her visa application.

"...And how much do you expect to make annually?"

"All Torgo desires is the satisfaction of a job well done and enough money to swim in."

"You know what?", the bugman said in the tone of one who has already worked too many hours this week, "We'll have your employer fill this out. Speaking of, who is your employer?"

"Torgo works for the master."

"And this master is..?"

"He who owns the manor is the master."

"Look, miss, I'm going to lunch in five minutes and I've never been much for riddles. If you can't present some concrete proof that you have a means of employment already lined up, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

This gave Torgo pause. Leaving would mean no documentation, and no documentation would mean no employment. No employment meant no place of residence, and no place of residence would make it impossible to open an account at Space Blockbuster! All those Space VHS tapes, unwatched! This would not stand.

"Torgo will introduce you to her master."

"Well, by all means.", the blue-skinned alien said, resting his chin one one exoskeleton-sheathed hand.

Thinking fast, Torgo stood up and scanned the room, her gaze settling on a hyperventilating lady with swamp-muck-green hipster hair accompanied by a robot, a cat, and an otaku a few booths down, also apparently in search of work. Probably some kind of space millennial.

Perfect.

In the blink of an eye, Torgo had picked up the uncomfortable chair- and accompanying space millennial- and carried both over, setting both items down in front of Torgo's clerk. Torgo stood slightly to the right and made finger guns at her newly-acquired tool.

"This is the master (provisional).", Torgo said proudly, insofar as a constant monotone could convey pride.

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Dark Enforcer: Deserts Around Mos Eisley, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

This job was going pretty swimmingly, it was easy to tell considering that as a human, one that didn't look like they were well to do but were certainly dressed better, was off to the side bawling his eyes out with his arms above his head. The caravan which he was directing, a rather large mechanical vessel gave a dim humming due to the engines were still running, was stopped and reptilian behemoth which had reigns attached to the caravan was clearly deceased. This was most obvious due to the head of this Dewback being distinctively concave and still smoldering. Occasional wisps of smoke were still emerging from the cauterized hole and heading into the atmosphere.

Next to the Caravan Leader were a pair of armed guards who were, quite obviously also dead, but they were not nearly in as many giblets as the Dewback as they only had a single sorched hole going through them. Monitoring the Caravan Leader was one of the Nausicaan Raiders, who was wielding a type two phaser gun on the target. Another was hauling large, latched, metallic boxes from the caravan to an all terrain buggy where the leader of this operation was sitting, enjoying a cup of blue milk.

He too was a Nausicaan, foul creatures standing over two meters with horribly bony faces which were distinctively shown through a dark and ashy skin, possessing crude tusks, which were well known for their criminality in Alpha Quadrant. This one was known as Theizjash, he still possessed the trait of horns running down his forehead, had a particle rifle slung across his back and was dressed in a bright red frock-cloak adorned with emblems of unfortunate Federation members he got a hand on. Theizjash was a simple man with simple tastes; he wanted power for the sake of it and to be taken seriously and to this end he established himself as something of a local bandit lord.

Theizjash gnashed his teeth as he pressed on the horn of his buggy, "What's takin so long!? Tell him to fuckin' hurry up, we got others to rob!" This was followed by him taking a sip of the milk before grumbling. The other Nausicaan Raider who dropped off the stolen goods marched back around to the caravan where he noticed the walking armory of a man that was the Dark Enforcer was leaning on a pillar of identical boxes fiddling around with a tooth-pick.

The Raider pointed his thumb back as he spoke to the Dark Enforcer, "Hey uh boss says to fucking hurry so, could we do it a bit faster?" The Dark Enforcer immediately stood erect as he rolled his cybernetic arms around before adjusting his shades upwards.

The Dark Enforcer peered towards the Raider and snarled, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch it-", this was followed an exaggerated cupping of his ear. The raider went to repeat himself to which the Dark Enforcer simply nodded, "That's what I thought." The Raider had sealed his fate as the Dark Enforcer lunged down towards the Raider and clocked him with a quick right hook, causing the Raider to stumble and collapse to the sands below. This drew the attention of the other Raider who took his attention off of the caravan leader, who used the opportunity to flee, as the Dark Enforcer strolled around and proceeded to open up his left arm as he fired a few simple bullets at the guard's torso causing him too to crumble to the ground below in a bloodied pool of sand.

Theizjash's eyes widened as he spat out his blue milk while the Dark Enforcer proceeded to switch weaponry, and creating a scope from his arm to observe where the Caravan Leader was trying to flee to, before taking two precise shots just below his knees.
"I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD LEAVE!" howled out the Dark Enforcer as he marched towards Theizjash who was unstrapping his rifle.

But this sudden betrayal was a bit much for the Raider Leader as he found himself face to face against the Dark Enforcer without his rifle readied. "What ha-" There was a distinctive crunching sound as the Dark Enforcer clasped his metallic hand around the throat of Theizjash. Idly he adjusted his glasses again as he increased the pressure, feeling the neck give way. Throwing him out of the buggy, Theizjash took a deep breath in as the Dark Enforcer followed out of the vehicle and stood above him in the desert sands.

"This contract is now void, simple as that. Maybe you should've thought about that mouth of yours..." As Theizjash was beginning to plead with him the Dark Enforcer bent down and proceeded to grab the upper and lower jaws of the Naucisaan and began to pull upon each of them. There was a distinctive snap as he proceeded to rip off the lower jaw and stripping the head in half in a rather gruesome display, splattering his jeans and boots with the visceral shower.

This was punctuated by the Dark Enforcer hopping back in the buggy and helping himself to some of the blue milk his former employer was offering before checking his personal comm, one that was styled in a manner of old phone-lines which had proper buttons to them, for any messages.

"Ehh?" grumbled the Dark Enforcer as he saw the King left a message. The King was a strange sort of fellow He had the mouth of a sailor, a devil may care vibe that didn't give a toss about any bigger picture, and while you might not have gotten the clear vibe as an imposing monster - like you did with a cybernetically enhanced brute that had the mass and definition of muscle - like himself, the King was like a trained monkey as opposed to a wild monkey. "Didn't I tell the Turk I was busy? It's not like I knock on his part-time door all the time." remarked the Enforcer as he listened to the voice-mail.

Dialing in the same comm frequency, as well as turning on the ignition for the buggy, the Dark Enforcer waited a bit for it to pick up. "Hey yo, Turk heard you-" - there were still a few screams of horrific suffering in the background, which were followed by loud thumps and crunching due to the buggy - "- called about a new job? Let's just say my contractor and I had a disagreement, so yeah I'm game for a new job. See you in like, five."

And so the Dark Enforcer drove off in the buggy to the Mos Eisley Catina.

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Messier: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) ​

The Shaper's explanation of Shaperdom was quite intriguing to the Fusionist, so much in fact, she completely missed the chew toy's story about his wounds. "Hold on, you MAKE things? And not just make them better like a Fusionist does? Wow, that's really cool. But I guess you only make fenrirs and..." She stared at the other two creatures and pondered for a moment. "Snippy fenrirs and floaty fenrirs?" She was pretty sure they weren't fenrirs, but honestly couldn't think of a more accurate name for them, so hopefully the Shaper would know what she meant.

Messier eventually noticed that the chew toy and his woman were talking and decided to pretend like she was listening to them. After all, no one likes rude people. "Oh yeah, totally. Hit the nail on the head with that one." She only caught a few bits of their conversation, but was confident that they would be tricked by her genius strategy.

While Messier was putting on her flawless act of being an attentive listener, the others said something about a city of diamonds. "Oh! Oh we should go now! Diamonds sound perfect, much better than the big glowing thing I tried to get earlier." Hopping over to Harry, she begun to tug at his coat sleeve. "C'mon, let's go already. Diamonds man, diamonds."

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Victor Zsasz
Afterlife Club, Omega
Wild Space, Gladius-IV

Victor chuckled when Aria said that she likes his style which he flattered and he appreciates it. He haven't heard those compliments for years and the last compliment he have heard is coming from Barbara Kean; one of the powerful crime boss in Gotham and Victor reminded Aria as Barbara because of her fierce and confident attitude.

"By the way, you remind me of someone I know." Victor said as he lowered his Golden Deagles. Headhunter followed as he lowered his scoped assault rifle.

Meanwhile, Harleen entered the scene. Headhunter and Victor observe how she walks and how she talks. They began to gossip about her and the one who initiates the gossip is no other than Headhunter.

"Look, Zsasz, I told you, she's Ecco! Look at how she walks, how she talks!"

"I get what your said but she isn't Ecco."

"Alright, why do you say that she isn't Ecco?"

"Because she isn't and will never be."

"By the way!" Victor would intervene the scene. "Do you guys have any milkshake around because I'm thirsty and also she's one us."

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

"Never heard of Malkavians." The evil Sandrino implied that this is the first time he heard about Malkavians and he have never encountered insane vampires before since they are non-existent in the world of La Luna Sangre.

"Well, it depends whether I'm here or the one who is redeemed ." The evil Sandrino implies that he will kill depends on the situation.

"Anyway, let the redeemed one interact with you, I'll occur when he needs a desperate help or whenever I want to." The evil Sandrino smirked at Douglas before his usual appearance, his dark red eyes and veins on his forehead began to fade away.

Sandrino's appearance would go back to normal and the original Sandrino would breath heavily until he stopped.

"Are you alright? I've heard the entire conversation. Now, you have met my evil counterpart."


Chris Walker
Darkened Skies, Gladius-III

As the group continued to walk further to the suburbs, Chris already knew something was off due to his enhance sense ability, because of his enhance sense ability. He was able to saw the figure on the road, looking at the group especially the beekeeper. He stared at the figure until he saw the knife going thru Peter's head. Chris was going to defend Peter until the old man out of no where was able to caught the knife which cause Chris to raise his eyebrows, amazed.

Although he ignored what the old man said, he began to get angry at the figure. He looks to the house where the figure was last seen.

"You people can go without me, I am going to kill this little pig."

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He sprint towards to the house which the speed is almost the same as Usain Bolt's due to his enhanced agility. He tackled towards the door which he is able to break the door and enter the house. Inside the house, there were no lights but pitch black but because of his enhanced vision, Chris is able to see in the pitch black clearly.

"Come out, little pig! So that I can end your pathetic life." Chris said as he began to find the figure inside the house. He will not stop until he founds the figure and kills him/her.

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James Gordon
Outside GCPD, Mega-Gotham
New Metropolis, The Badlands, Gladius-IV

"Not again." Jim said as he stands up, observing the three individuals from head to toe.

"I've already killed three thugs before I got here. Make funny business and you will get killed." Jim's eyes would turn pitch black again and his veins would appear in his face once again.

"Got it?" He said as he observes the three individuals, he warned them that if they should make an aggressive move against Jim, he'll kill them since he has no choice but to do it.
 

  • Giuseppe Fortunino Francesco Verdi: Outskirts to Diamond City, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​
    “There is no need for Ma’am!” Verdi emphatically explained as she turned around towards Ashe, while walking a bit backwards into the stadium that served as a makeshift city. She leaned in as she stared at the grimy exteriors, “Oooh the dirty nature is part of revolution! Cause it ain’t always pretty like...” Flourishing her hand, Giuseppe struck a pose as she flaunted forward and emphasized her back, “...ME! Ahaha ha!”

    This was followed by a cheerful spin as she reached over to pat Ashe on her shoulders, “Ah, how much do you think this stadium will fill? ...Perhaps we can re-arrange seats, I’ll just need to find the manager and-”

    This interrupted by a rather confused looking man, although you wouldn’t be able to tell underneath a barbed wire helmet made of old scavenged sports equipment. “Youse ladies gabbin ors goin? Whatchu doin ‘ere at Diamond City?”

    Giuseppe peered at the armored man before thumbing back to Ashe, “Oooh! I already have a bodyguard! That’s her right there!” Verdi turned back to glance at Ashe as she spoke, “Hey can you uh, make sure we don’t get solicited too much for bodyguards? OH and maybe you could get the building manager so I can set up a gig!”

    Verdi was ecstatic about the ordeal bouncing up and down, while the sports security was clearly not. They turned to glance at Ashe, hoping that despite the helmet, they could instinctively know that he could use some help and explanations.


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Sir Alonne: The Hunting Grounds (Gladius IV)
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So his assumption still held true, their hunters were seeking warriors. This was far different from the hunting parties held by the King's executioners, which were merely to antagonize the undead. If these creatures were actively seeking warriors then that meant they were either overestimating themselves or legitimately had the capability to deal with more powerful prey. If what Daisuke said was true, then they were capable enough to defeat everyone they'd brought in before. So they were at least adaptable enough to withstand individuals as varied as the group they'd assembled so far.

As he walked amongst the group, he listened intently to Cooper and BT's explanation of where they'd come from. Talk of other planets raised his interest immediately. While most people he met worried themselves of their own lands, Sir Alonne had occasionally encountered astrologists who weaved fanciful tales of worlds beyond their own not governed by the rule of dark and light. Their words had never held much significance before, but if what these people were saying was true then he very well may not even be on his home planet anymore. Given how non-compliant the land could be in terms of consistency, he'd been operating under the assumption that he was just in another part of the world, but...

"Another world..." he murmured more to himself than anyone else "crossing the limitless bounds of space in its entirety. My ventures have apparently grown in quite an immense scale."

But he'd have no time to look into the sheer scale off this change unless he managed to withstand whatever the hunters were planning.

"Recently I was in the employ of a King, one who I'd helped claim a magical relic which gave him near limitless control over iron. Its a long story, but let's just say he began devolving in terms of character. He would solve issues in ways I didn't particularly agree with, so I ended up severing ties with him. I took several knights who were loyal and left his kingdom."

Sir Alonne sighed before turning his gaze up to the sky "Turns out he reacted far worst than I could've expected, hunting us down and slaughtering all of my followers before challenging me to a fight to the death. Once it wouldn't have even been a challenge, but he'd grown to be quite a powerful opponent."

"Though I was taken before one of us could overcome the other, I did see something that might explain how I was taken." He stated, realizing that out of his entire story only one thing truly stood out as strange to him. The whole, managing to teleport in the midst of a fight thing was still confusing, but if he could name one thing which stood out most "There was this... darkness I spotted outside the building we fought in. I couldn't get a good like at it in the heat of battle, but I could see it lunging down from the sky. Perhaps it had something to do with my abduction."



Operator 6O: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
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Her captor chuckled at Harry and Cait's question, shrugging his shoulders as he turned to them "While I'm not actually the son of god, I might as well be. Either way, Jesus is the only proper name people had for me, so maybe I just got lucky."

"That still doesn't explain your-!"

Jesus groaned again "I ain't giving answers if you aren't gonna take them."

Before she could try ineffectively interrogating him, Harry and Cait continued talking. Now Operator 6O was even more confused, as they were spouting a similar impossible story to the one that Jesus had told her. But why, why were they lying to them?

And why weren't the other two pointing it out?

"But none of any of that makes sense!" Operator 6O said once more "Were you all-?"

She paused, realizing that there was an explanation she'd been glossing over do to the hectic circumstances of her arrival. The Aliens, it had to be them. Command had considered the surprising entity that attacked to have been associated with the Aliens controlling the machines, but the fact that they'd been attacking both androids and machines had thrown a wrench in that assumption. But these odd characteristics held by these humans seemed quite in-line with the sheer strangeness that machines could get up to in their free time.

If this held true, then the Aliens must've taken both the Bunker and the Humans on the moon. And what she was witnessing was simply a collection of all their tortured prisoners brought together.

"What, no more ridiculous complaints to throw around?" Jesus asked her before nodding in Harry and Cait's direction "Then I'd be more than happy to head on over to this City of Diamonds of yours. Given your weapons, I'd assume you guys got someone who makes ammo, me and them need to talk real quick."

Operator 6O needed to be careful, if her theory was correct then she was most certainly under Alien supervision. She had to protect these humans no matter how broken their minds were. It was an android's duty.

"I also, uh, need to reach this city." she said, mustering her fortitude and deciding that going along with it for now was the only available option "In case some of my comrades wound up somewhere nearby, YoRHa units are supposed to keep each other updated. I am not suited for combat like some of them are, and would benefit greatly in having one of them to work with."

What she needed was a terminal and a combat model she could communicate with through it. Given her skillset, investigating their situation would be far easier if she had someone she could actually rely on to help her. She looked down for a moment wondering if 2B had wound up somewhere similar after capture. But she merely swallowed her worries for now.
 
In one corner of a long-abandoned parking garage, huddled around a makeshift stove with a cooking pot filled with bits of meat, scraps, and other unidentifiable ingredients was a group of raiders. Two were sitting around, while a third was casually taking shots from a Jet inhaler. A third rounded the corner suddenly, dragging the body of an unlucky wastelander with a bullet hole in its head.

The Psycho dumped the corpse behind his comrades. "You see the last one we pulled in? With all the... 'grenades'?" He asked, rummaging through its pockets.

"No, I was out doing my rounds." The one sitting at the fire said. "What about him?"

"Well, Becka pulled him into the front of the store, and everything seemed fine, right?" The Psycho pulled out a couple of caps from the body's pockets. "He must have gotten spooked or something, because he suddenly starts throwing grenades everywhere!"

"What? What'd you guys do?" The one doing the Jet asked, the chem obviously making him jittery.

The Psycho turned to him and grinned as he prepared to deliver the kicker. "That's the thing! Turns out they weren't grenades at all! They were just rocks! He was making the sounds with his mouth. Pins being pulled, the whole nine yards!"

"That's fuckin' nuts!" The other one at the fire cried, laughing. "Did you guys take him out?"

"No, we just stood there. Couldn't believe what we were seeing." The Psycho shrugged. "After he threw about half a dozen rocks near the back of the store he started making machine gun noises and backing towards the door. Once he got outside it sounded like he pretended to get on a motorcycle. Which of course didn't 'start' right away. Then he took off towards the freeway at what sounded like full throttle. 'Shifting' gears and everything."

"That's insane!" The first at the fire declared, shooting to his feet. "How does someone like that survive out here at all?"

"I don't know." The Psycho shrugged. "There are some lunatics out there though." He paused his rummaging as he felt something inside the wastelander's jacket. He ripped it open, and his grin widened.

"Holy... jackpot!" He cried, pulling out a bottle of Nuka-Cola.

Then a red-hot piece of rebar pierced through his skull, killing him instantly. As he fell, his buddies drew their weapons.

"He's dead!" One of the raiders cried, pipe shotgun at the ready. "Whoever the fuck's there, come out!"

And he did.

At a near-superhuman speed, their attacker popped out from behind a ruined car and rose his SMG and fired off a burst. The first raider, unprepared, caught a flurry of rounds to his chest. He was dead before he hit the ground.

To his credit (or perhaps due to the Jet), the other recovered quickly and returned fire with his pistol. Their attacker merely sidestepped out of the way and then sprinted towards him at an impressive speed. The orange-armoured man pulled out his signature crowbar, and bashed it across the raider's face.

A spray of blood and teeth were expelled out as the raider stumbled backwards, gripping his broken jaw. "Ahm... ghona... KEEL YEW!" He roared in between globs of blood. High on the various chems in his system, the madman charged forwards. Undeterred, the orange man simply pulled out his shotgun and fired. The raider was promptly blasted backwards, a large hole in his chest.

Gordon Freeman pushed up his glasses and loaded a 12-gauge shell into his shotgun. As he was doing so, a gun cocked behind him.

"First mistake... last mistake." The sole surviving raider growled, his revolver raised. Then he pulled the trigger.

Mere moments after the powder in the .44 round ignited, the raider was suddenly surrounded in a translucent sphere of bright blue, seemingly freezing everything inside in time. Several gunshots sounded, shotgun pellets hitting the dome and ceasing all movement the instant they made contact with it.

Then the dome suddenly collapsed on itself, everything caught within it resuming. Gordon had long since moved out of the way, but the raider on the other hand was promptly hit by a wall of lead, blasting him away.

Captain Nathaniel Renko stepped out of the shadows, his Volk S4 shotgun smoking and TMD glowing. "Guess you owe me, huh, Freeman?" He remarked with a look of smugness.

Freeman didn't respond. Instead, he simply pulled out his revolver and aimed it at Renko's direction. Acting on instinct, the US Special Forces captain ducked.

Gordon pulled the trigger. A raider who had attempting to get the drop on Renko dropped to the floor with a new hole in her head.

It was now Gordon's turn to look smug.

"Right..." Renko muttered, getting back to his feet. "Guess we'll call it even."

The two spent the next couple of minutes looting whatever the raiders had. A few caps here and there, some extra ammo, some spare parts, a couple bottles of Nuka-Cola.

Once that was done they exited, heading back towards the Muscle Car, or Junker. It was a mostly generic, easy, and affectionate way to call Freeman's stripped-down and rebuilt 1969 Dodge Charger that had been modified by the Rebels over at the White Forest base.

Getting into the driver side, the theoretical physicist started the engine, the exposed block revving up. Its roars echoed throughout the abandoned surroundings.

Renko sat opposite. "Let's head to Diamond City. There's some stuff I want to do there."

Freeman nodded and stepped on the accelerator pedal.

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The vehicle pulled up by the entrance of Diamond City, and the two headed inside. The settlement was as crowded as always, with both local residents and visitors roaming around. The guards stationed around the city merely nodded as they passed. Freeman and Renko were frequent visitors to the settlement, ever since their arrival and eventual partnership.

"Freeman! Got any spare caps?" Renko asked.

The speechless scientist nodded and tossed over a pouch containing a couple dozen caps. Then he signed something.

"What, don't trust me with this?" The Marine asked in mock hurt.

"..." Freeman scoffed.

"That was one time! Come on, how many time to I have to say it was a mistake I regret?"

"..." Gordon rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll do it right this time around."

"..." Freeman rose a brow.

"Fine, I'll buy you a drink. And some noodles. I could really use Gwinnett right about now."

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Carl Johnson
Inside the staff room, The Tavern
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Carl got surprised with the sudden appearance of a female halfling. She is so small that Carl look at her downwards.

"Ey' lil' girl, chill out, aight? I dunno how I got here. All I remember was I was partyin and there was dis blue light shi' and woke up here."

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Venkman: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​
Venkman scoffed
"Oh, sorry." He said "It's just, from what I've read there is nothing holy about the people that live there. At least, not in the traditional sense."
He stroked his chin "There is a method of travel. You could take a ship, but it won't be easy. Especially if you don't know how to fly yourself."

Mos Eisley was a wretched hive of scum and villainy, there was no doubt about that but it was the best place to get a ship. There was another way, of course but he wasn't sure about it. Weighting the options, it was safer than her going to Mos Eisley at least.
"There's another way."
It would cost him a lot, but it was worth a shot.
"One of my people could transport you there. You're a Vampire, so that means there won't be blowback."
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Harley Quinn: Omega (Gladius-IV)
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"I don't know who Ecco is and also...I ain't with them."
Aria looked at the three, glancing briefly at the two hyenas. Victor mentioned something about her reminding him of somebody he knew.
"I'm going to assume that's a compliment." She smiled at Victor
"You like milkshakes?" Harley asked Victor "I'll take one too. Strawberry, if ya have it."
"Do I look like a bartender to you?" Aria snapped
"N-nooo." Harley muttered
"Get these two their milkshakes and let's go somewhere a bit more quiet to talk." Aria's smiled grimly at Harley, who took one step back.

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Douglas Ken: Seoul-Don, Tellestia (Gladius-I)​
"Oh boy, you are in for a treat." Douglas chuckled "Malkavians go mad when they're embraced. As well as losing their mortality when they become Vampires, they lose their sanity. A double whammy if you ask me, but I'd rather be nuts than ugly as sin like the Nosferatu."
Douglas shrugged "Well, shite. Let's get moving."

He started to head down the streets
"Stay close. These streets will be backed. I assume the redeemed one isn't going to start fights at least but I'd rather not lose sight of you."

Whether he liked it or not, the newcomer was his responsibility. He'd smelled through the Witch's Glamour, making him the ideal bloodhound to track down their killer. While Douglas wasn't sure if the redeemed version knew about him being a tool, he had no doubt that the other version was well aware of it. He probably just didn't care, or he felt that the deal was worth it.

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Alva Bòideach: The Citadel Presidium (Gladius-I)​

Alva looked at Samus and shrugged "Not sure where else we'd go."

The Quarian started to type away behind the screen.
"Hmm. There appears to be a ship in storage, beat up and old. It's due to scrapped for parts but with some work, it'd be flyable. It's all I can really do, unless you've got the credits to buy one. In which case, I'd head to the docks."
"What about this thing you needed help with? Ala asked "Perhaps we c..."

Before she could continue, Alva found herself lifted into the air by a...Maid? A robot Maid. The last robotic maid she'd come across had actually been the pleasant Mrs Tiddywinkle, a Bump. Inc project who was designed for childcare. She always thought that was odd, given Bump's intentions but like everything else she just accepted it.

Oliver jogged along after the maid, shooting Alva a puzzled look and shrugging his shoulders, mouthing what the Hell
I don't know Alva mouthed back

Before she knew it she was sitting in front of an insect-like being and the Maid declared her as her master.
"Are you this Maid's master?" The Infiltrator asked
Alva paused for a few moments "What?"
"It's a simple question." He sighed "Please clear this up so I can go for lunch."
"...What!?"

She looked at the Maid "I'm sorry. I am so lost right now." She shook her head "Who are you?"

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The Sole Survivor: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius-IV) ​
Harry winced a little bit as Messier pulled on his sleeve.
"Oh, sorry to disappoint. It's not called Diamond City for the Diamonds. No diamonds there, as far as I know and I know that place like the back of my hand."
He showed the back of his left hand to Messier "A bit bruised. A freckle or two...Um. All the fingers are intact."

He was accurate.
"It's not too far away though. We should all get going."
Preston would still be waiting for him and he was certain that if they waited around much longer they'd be set upon by something the Commonwealth would throw at them.
As he started to lead the group towards the city, Cait walked up to Jesus.
"So yer family called you Jesus and you just so happened to grow up to look like him, or did ya do that on purpose 'cause of the name?"

Harry rolled his eyes and grinned, overhearing the conversation while Dogmeat walked next to his feet, his tongue out and his tail wagging slightly. He made sure that Messier stayed close, glancing down at her every now and again but looking forwards to ensure the group wasn't ambushed. Given their numbers and gear, they could probably take down a good number of super mutants. There was the Shaper as well, who claimed to have strange powers Harry had not seen the like of before.

He'd met Raiders who'd made claims of power, but the Shaper looked nothing like a raider and the creatures accompanying her didn't look to be the result of radiation. He'd have to ask her more about shaping later, but his mind still wondered about what Preston needed.
Whatever it was, he'd find out soon enough but that didn't stop him from wondering about the worst case scenarios. Had the Institute returned? What about the Brotherhood, were they about to retaliate?

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Steve Rodgers: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​
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Rodgers observed Ulfi's speed, but stayed with the lizard-like woman. Her wounds didn't look severe, but he had to be sure.
"Our friend is already running after your child. We need to get you safe first, ma'am."
She opened her mouth to protest but Steve cut her off "He's right." He nodded at Mook

She pointed towards a building at the edge of town. The sign outside was one of a rod.
"Healer..." She muttered

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Peter W: Darkened Skies (Gladius-III) ​
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The Stranger looked to Peter and the others, watching as Chris ran inside the house.
"We need to go!" He shouted
"What about him?" Peter asked

The stranger looked puzzled
"Is he not one of the killers?" He asked
"No, he's just covered in blood because he fell in the river, and he calls everyone a little pig. Even a catch like me."

Inside the house, Chris would feel something sharp piece him in the back of his right knee.
"I think it's time for you to go to Kip!"

The fish-boy emerged from the darkness, wielding a butcher knife.

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Farator: Darkened Skies
Farator catches the stronger scent of blood. Fresh, this time, coming from where the man ran into the building. Well, how can he resist such a call? Now, time to see if anyone properly lives here. He crawls down the side of the wall carefully, trying to put a hand through the window. He can’t come into someone’s home unless invited, after all.
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Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
She hums. “Well, to be fair, I’m only half vampire. Not sure if that matters for your spell. As for a ship… it would probably be best. The goal should be to get him out. I’m sure he could survive on that planet, but I could not.”
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Markiplier: Rush Valley, Xing Empire, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​
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"Probably not." Mark answered. He felt being honest with the girl, as he didn't think he was a good liar. People could read him like a book sometimes, and he knew it. That, and it was how he'd been brought up.
"That doesn't mean I won't try."
He had to. He could always try and help the police or whatever passed for a national guard in this town. After all, he had powers and most of them probably didn't. It wasn't fair to let ordinary people run into danger while he held back with his new gifts.

He noticed Minako looking at something in the distance.
"Is everything okay?" He asked. He made no effort to hide his concern.

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Karla: Mos Eisley, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​
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While King talked on the phone, Karla tried to interrupt him but was stopped by Gunter.
"Karla, be polite. This gentleman is talking to someone."
"But, I was talking to him."
"He may be recruiting another person for this job."
"Ohhh...I love meeting new people. Even if they turn out to be horrible, it still means I get to have some fun."

When she had King's attention again, Karla opened her mouth to speak.

"Pulling something?" Karla asked "Pffft...No! What are you on about?" She avoided eye-contact with King "Oh, yeah. Introductions."
She clapped her hands together, looking back into his eyes "I am the famous Khanfusio!" She declared "But you can call me Karla or..."
Her face turned into an expression of pain and she let out a sarcastic groan of pain.
"Some people call me that too..." She rested a finger on her top lip "Although, a lot of them are dead now. So maybe just Karla..."

Ser Richard moved forwards, bowing to King
"And I am Ser Richard!" He proclaimed "Protector of the innocent, punisher of the evil and friend to Karla here!"
"I'd also like to introduce Gino." She used her tail to point at the dassie resting on her shoulders "And Gunther. Although he's invisible. So that's...Pointless, I guess."

"Yes, very pointless. Much like a lot of your other actions." He moaned

"And these are my people. My crew, if you will." She grinned "And crew is just another word for family, right?"

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--Sougo Tokiwa--
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Arriving at the capital, Sougo and Woz saw the vast difference between Doom and Sougo's future self. People bustling with life along with the robots that patrolled the streets that. It is obvious that instead of being intimidated by them, they act as if they're naturally them. Unlike the world he saw during his visit to 2068 where he saw people living in extreme poverty with Tsukuyomi describing those as the lucky ones. Truly there are things that can be learnt from him. Sougo realized that.

Sougo was then told that Doom lives on the castle ontop of the hill, and was then asked if he'd like to meet him on the streets or privately in his quarters.

"Yeah, his quarters sound good." Sougo nodded, answering the Doombot's question. It was then followed by another Doombot asking if Kanna's staying with them.

"Yes. Young Miss Kanna will be staying with us for the time being." Woz said, "I assure you that the child will be safe in my Lord's hands."
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"Very well." The Doombot nodded
The two were led towards the castle, passing by a large number of security checkpoints. There appeared to be a line of Doom's citizens that stretched from just outside the throne room to outside of the castle itself. Kanna and Sougo got a few glaces as they passed by the line but if anyone had a complaint, they kept it to themselves.

One lady did say something though.
"Good luck talking to our lord." She waved at them as they passed by.

After a few minutes of walking, the two were finally brought into the throne room just as a citizen was leaving. He smiled at them, tipping his flat cap and then went on his way.

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Two Doombots stood next to the leader and the flag of the planet hung above the throne.

"You stand in the presence of Lord Victor Von Doom. Saviour of Latveria, builder of Cynthia, protector of Latveria's children and engineer to the Doombots that defend this planet." The Doombot on the left announced

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As the group of the Crows and Riders continued their talk, the one with the Black Jacket called 'Beardo'(Actual name Gentoku Himuro) noticed that a certain higher up entered the bay; Agent Stevenson. At first Gentoku wasn't sure if he was just there to inspect the mech's equipment as he did days before, but it soon dawned on him that he came from them. Kiba realized this as well.

"Ah! Sir Stevenson!" Kiba panicked, gathering the rest of the group's attention, soon standing up from the crates their sitting on, facing the high-ranking agent. He told them that they haven't exactly show them their capabilities in which the agent promptly asked them to do so.

"D...Does he want us to transform here?" Akaba asked Aoba as he took out a red and purple bottle.

"Seems like it." Aoba said, turning to the brown jacket fellow. "If we're gonna do it, might as well have a spar, eh, boss?" He said, glancing at Kazumi as the other Crows took out their respective bottles.

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"You sure? We might break some shit here if he asked us to fight, you know." The boss, Kazumi Sawatari glanced at the Crows as he and Gentoku took out a blue device that resembles that of an enlarge belt buckle with a slot on it, large enough for a small carton of milk with a bottle cap. It also had a yellow wrench on it's right end and a large tube on the far left. The two placed the device in front of their abdomen, a belt forming around their waists a moment later.

Gentoku took out and a raised a purple bottle while Kazumi took out what appears to be a small yellow squishy carton.

DANGER!

Gentoku's bottle lit up the red cracks as the rest finished shaking their bottles. The Crows and The Riders stuck the bottles and Jelly on both their forearm/bicep and the slots on their belts respectively.

The Crows were covered in their respective colors' light, changing into mechanical-like creatures in a flash of light.

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ROBOT JELLY!

"Henshin."
"Henshin!" The pair who had the belt said as they pushed down the lever like wrench, a large beaker emerged from the ground with the two standing in it, although the one Gentoku was standing on had a crusher similar to a crocodile's mouth on his beaker's side.

CRUSH! STREAM! OVERFLOW! ROBOT IN GREASE!

Kazumi's beaker filled with an oil like substance before it contorted around his body, squishing the liquid out with a squirt as a yellow and white suit materialized on his body, the oil that squirted dripping onto the white bits of the armor, forming an exo-skeletal chestplate, shoulders and helm.

CRACK! BITE! SHATTER! CROCODILE IN ROUGE!

The crushers that Gentoku's beaker had bit down on the beaker after it was filled with purple liquid, breaking apart as an armor with a helmet with pitch black glass that had a crocodile motif on them. It's torso had white cracks all over it's chest that formed when the armor was formed. The crocodile mouth that were in the side of his helmet opened and cracked the black glass hemlet, revealing two, sapphire blue eyes. The pieces of glass that were shattered fell on the ground around him, including the black chunks of glass.

Akaba transformed into a mechanical humanoid with a hulking red torso that bears resemblance to a castle. His arms have red-like shields with two large shields similar to the ones used in a gundham mech on his shoulders.

Aoba transformed into a similar looking mechanical humanoid with a blue, lightweight torso that bears semblance a Stag Beetle with what would be two blades sticking out from his eye sockets pointing up and behind him. He also held two scissor-like blades.

Kiba also transformed into a similar humanoid wtih a yellow heavy torso that bears a resemblance to an owl complete with large orbs on it's palms that resembles owl wings.

"So..." Kazumi, who was now clad in a yellow, white and black armor began as the eyes of the armor located underneath the oil exoskeleton glowed red. "What are we supposed to do here, Chief?" He asked, wondering how they're supposed to show their power.
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Stevenson leaned forwards in his chair
"You will have to tell me how you transform." He said, making an effort to hide the curiosity and interest in his voice "But for now, start with destroying that pile of junk over there."

He pointed to a stack of six metal crates. They were used to transport parts from the mechs and other equipment that had been damaged beyond repair and were set to be melted down for scrap metal in the hopes that SECIELD could utilise it for materials or to sell it to fund the organisation.
"Go on kids. Let loose."
 
Jesus Christ: The Commonwealth, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
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He just wanted to find someone to make him an absolute shit ton of weaponry, hell he'd goo for just casings and powder. He knew the steps from there. From the idiocy of those other tag-alongs to the unknown threat posed by this apocalyptic planet's inhabitants, he wasn't exactly in the best mood for casual talk. Either way, he bit back a scathing remark. These two were clearly native to the land, and therefore had more of a reference to its dangers than he did. At the very least, they'd identify a threat quicker than he would under the circumstances.

So with a roll of his eyes, he answered Cait "If you really have to know, my former colleagues started calling me that back when I was just a scientist. I led some shady corporation's project into raising the dead, and some parts of my birth name sort of fit into Jesus's name. It was then, coupled with the hair, that I was referred to as Jesus."

Operator 6O piped up then "Y-You don't exactly-"

"Look like a scientist?" He finished for her "No duh, when you're from Nevada, being a smart guy only keeps you from getting killed for so long."

"Why do you keep referring to Nevada like that?" she continued questioning "In all of YoRHa's records it doesn't exactly seem too... deadly or anything."

"Kid, you better hope that you never end up in my universe's Nevada." Jesus wasted no time in stating "That's all I'm gonna say."

"Kid isn't exactly the right term," Operator 6O said with an awkward chuckle "I was constructed around-"

"There aren't enough broken buildings in this goddamned city to quantify how much I don't care." Jesus said with a groan as he glanced back at her "Why not focus on getting in touch with your comrades or whatever?"

Operator 6O looked taken aback by the recommendation before glancing at their surroundings "I-I would need a terminal or something to actually do that... you know?"

"What, they didn't build you with internal communications?"

"I'm not exactly a model designed to leave my station so..." Operator 6O tapped the tips of her fingers together "...no."

"And you lot wonder why a bunch of tinker-toys were kicking your ass for centuries?"
 
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James Gordon
Outside GCPD, Mega-Gotham
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"Not again." Jim said as he stands up, observing the three individuals from head to toe.

"I've already killed three thugs before I got here. Make funny business and you will get killed." Jim's eyes would turn pitch black again and his veins would appear in his face once again.

"Got it?" He said as he observes the three individuals, he warned them that if they should make an aggressive move against Jim, he'll kill them since he has no choice but to do it.
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Two of the men started to back away, with one eventually breaking into a sprint. One remained though, standing his ground in front of Gordon.
"What happened to you?" He asked. Rather than fear, like his friends the man instead was filled with curiosity "Some kinda Arkham experiment?"

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Carl Johnson
Inside the staff room, The Tavern
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Carl got surprised with the sudden appearance of a female halfling. She is so small that Carl look at her downwards.

"Ey' lil' girl, chill out, aight? I dunno how I got here. All I remember was I was partyin and there was dis blue light shi' and woke up here."

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"Oh no..." She sighed "Guys!" She called out "We gotta live one in here."
The door to the staff room opened and two beings walked in. One was a Dwarven man with large arms and braided beard while the other was a Krogan with two scars on his face.
"Get him outta here." She sighed "And while your at it, fill him in on the whole universe thing. Kid's hungover and clueless. Not a good mix."
 
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Darkened Skies - Gladius III
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Postal Dude chuckled a little when Peter called him a nice man. If only he knew of the things Postal Dude has done. They walked through the suburbs with what could be called almost amicable silence. It was kind of nice, to be honest, but far too boring for his taste, when he first heard of this place he was expecting murderers on every corner, but nope, Not a single psycho in sight, sure there was Chris, but he seemed to be one of those moral types.

But Postal Dude was taken out of his thought by the sight of a knife being caught an Old Man, who proceeded to tell them it was dangerous "No, Shit" he replied and watched Chris go after whoever threw the knife
 
BELLOWER
The Underdark, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)

The end. The Dredge had seen evils, first in the surface-dwellers, then in the Darkness, and last in this new threat, this Dark Swarm that ravaged the world even as the Darkness did. The Siege of Boersgard had come to a close in that moment, Dredge, Varl, and Human looking out to the North, as this new Darkness came for them. The Dredge turned to fight, and the Sundr Bellower led them in that final, futile battle, as his soldiers fell to the soil around him. Their great stone forms were consumed by this new wretched flood, and although they could not destroy Bellower, his people, his Dredge, were not so lucky. His sword-spear, covered in the blood of Varl and Man, swung from side to side, cleaving apart the entities as they came upon him, but he could not stem their tide. A great horn his second in command blew, as the Dredge rallied to their general, seeking his command, their glowing eyes upon him, desperate, pleading, though they did not beg of him with words, as the surface-dwellers did.

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Bellower could not save them. He knew not of what to do, such a force as this could only be fled from, as they did with the Darkness, and the wretched things that crawled forth from it.

But, as it turned out, the Sundr did not have to think up any solution. There was a bright burst of light, and he heard the vibrations of terror from his soldiers, before reality itself seemed to give way around them, and Bellower found himself once more in darkness.

When he awoke, there was no purple lightning this time, no white tower, no betrayal. Immediately, it was none to Bellower that he lay underground, and he could feel the wet droplets of moisture falling down from the cavern's ceiling above upon him, like the rain of the surface. The red giant pushed himself to his feet, stone lips pressed together as he looked out over the bodies of those Dredge who had come with him. He approached one, a simple grunt. The Sundr got down on a knee, and pressed a palm to the chest of the soldier, only to find him still alive. They all were, all forty of the Dredge who had appeared in the company of himself. Forty Dredge, that seems to be all he had, in this dark, underground world. It wasn't home, certainly. But perhaps it could be a new one?

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Rubeus Hagrid: GravityVale, near Dog Park (Gladius II: Certh) ​
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Hagrid shook his head, shrugging off the weird voice on the radio.

Good evening listeners. That includes you, yes you. That's right, I am talking to you.
He reached for the radio, going to turn it off when the voice of Cecil called out to him.
Do not turn off this broadcast. Not only is is against the orders of the Secret Police, but I simply want to talk to you. Your life may depend on my words, or it may not.

"I don't think 'ill ever get used to this place, Fang."

Hagrid had arrived in GravityVale a week ago, and had set up a hut on the outskirts of town where the forest met desert. He'd just been to the Ralph's to pick up supplies when he took a wrong turn and ended up outside the Dog Park. He'd heard about the infamous Dog Park, that despite it's name did not allow him to walk Fang under the order of the Sheriff's Secret Police. He wasn't even allowed to look at or think about the Dog Park, which was difficult given that the moment an officer had told him not to think about the Dog Park, it was all that came to the half-giant's mind.

Former Mayor and Director of Emergency Press Conferences, Pamela Winchell called for an emergency press conference earlier today. While originally called to deal with an owl outbreak, the conference took a different turn when a reporter asked her about the so-called Great Hunger.
In response, the reporter was reduced to dust, causing a great deal of grief for the cleaner hired for the emergency press conference and Pamela went on to give the following statement:
"There is no Great Hunger and even if there was, what would be so great about it anyway?" Pamela said, laughing nervously. "What could be great about a hunger?" She added.
Well, I can't argue with that, listeners. Although last week I had a great hunger of my own. Instead of an all-consuming, unforgiving and unstoppable void like the so-called Great Hunger we keep hearing about though it was a simple stomach problem that was resolved when Carlos...Sweet Carlos cooked us a romantic, candlelit dinner.

"That Cecil seems 'appy enough." Hagrid smiled. His train of thought was interrupted however as he saw somebody fall from the sky, landing somewhere along the wall of the park. With a concerned look, Hagrid sped along and parked next to the sign.
"Are you alright there?" He asked Ren

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Emma Frost watched the scene unfold. Knife throw. Mysterious stranger. She had to do something to protect herself for any attacks that may be on her. Suddenly she took a deep breath and focused. Suddenly, her skin started changing color from white to blue. Suddenly, she was made out of pure diamond. She put her hands in a fist and scanned the room. She spotted Peter and knew what she must do.

"Peter! Get behind me!" She shouted to Peter, running in front of him "I can't let you get hurt!"

Emma watched the enemy as he approached, scanning for any weaknesses that it might have. As long as it was here, it was a danger to Peter. She wanted to find a way to get rid of him as quickly as possible.

"Stay back," Emma commanded "I don't want to hurt you but I will."

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Victor Zsasz
Afterlife Club, Omega
Wild Space, Gladius-IV

Victor would get a milkshake and the flavor of his milkshake is vanilla. As he grab the milkshake, he puts the straw on the milkshake, opening his mouth as he began to sip on the milkshake.

"Delicious." Victor said as he got refreshened from the chocolate milkshake. He haven't drink a milkshake ever since Jim Gordon's GCPD and Oswald Cobblepot's forces raided Zsasz's turf.

Victor stops sipping his milkshake to say,

"Lead the way, boss." Victor smiled at her and after that, he began to sip his milkshake again.

The Mad Queen The Mad Queen


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

"Just as you know, I've heard everything. Especially, the deal and you being a werewolf but I can't believe you are a werewolf." The redeemed Sandrino said as he walk further down to the streets with Douglas.


Chris Walker
Darkened Skies, Gladius-III

When Chris feel something sharp in the back of his right knee and the figure threatened him to kill him. Chris quickly grab the figure single-handedly with his collar and broke both of his hands which cause the figure to drop his butcher knife. Chris headbutts the figure and throws him outside the house towards to the door.

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Jeff the Killer's perspective as he got thrown outside by Chris Walker.

Chris approaches the teenager with a distorted smile.

"I like your smile, little pig, too bad it will fade."

Chris single-handedly grab Jeff and looks at him at his eyes. Chris ripped the teenager's head off, ending Jeff's miserable life. The blood is spilled a lot on the ground coming from the corpse and Chris' face is full of blood. He observes the head, chuckling although he saw a pale-looking man who is crawling at the side of the wall. He assume that it is a local which cause his reaction to grab the corpse and throws it to the vampire-looking man (which Farator could fall down to the ground). While holding the head, he single-handedly grab the vampire-looking man and throws him to the group.

Then he approach the group and the vampire-looking man who he recently thrown. Although not deciding to kill him yet, he began to interrogate him.

"Are you with this little pig, here?!" Chris yelled at him as he shows the head of Jeff the Killer and then he shows it to the group one by one.

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Black Demon Sect Minions: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​
All throughout the commotion in the tavern, a man had been eavesdropping. Seated within one of the non-euclidean, perpetually shadowed corners -at least 12 of which were mandated by law to be present in every public alehouse- he listened intently as a slightly rotund man spoke of the many adventures of Shang Bu Huan, the Edgeless Blade and scourge of the Black Demon Sect. Most amusingly, it seemed the man's information was outdated: there was no need to avenge a man who had cheated death so masterfully as the Bones of Creation had. Superseded knowledge or not, the man could still be of use to the Black Demon Sect. If he could lead them back to the 'source' of his tales, perhaps the master would have his vengeance against the Enigmatic Gale. That most accursed thief, he who had done the unthinkable. The master would be most pleased with such a devel-

Wait, is that...It is!

Enthralled as he was in his musings, the minion nearly missed the man departing with his companions. But, that was not the cause of his concern, as he had taken notice of a certain object on the storyteller's person. A mask. This man was no mere minstrel, he was a turncoat from the Black Demon Sect! In but a moment, a whole new avenue of service to the Bones of Creation had revealed itself: not only could he bring an informant, but a traitor to the master. Surely, the heavens were generous with blessings on this day.

I must pursue this apostate, but first, to my companion.

Departing from the tavern shortly after his would-be quarry, the minion stayed -perhaps at risk of discovery- just long enough to make note of their next destination. Immediately afterwards, he embarked on a seemingly random route through the town, eventually vanishing into what appeared to be an empty alley.

"There has been a change of plans. A traitor has been found within this township. Inform the master at once; I shall hound him and his companions. He is to be reminded of the second choice."

A flash of movement on the rooftops was the only response he received, as another member of the Black Demon Sect returned to the Bones of Creation. A few moments passed, as a distinct whistling noise carried through the air. Not long afterwards, a large shadow descended upon the building, only to depart as quickly as it came. If one was sufficiently observant, they might just take notice of the large, skeletal avian, rapidly departing and with a man hanging from its talons. A most curious sight.

Now, where had they been going? An apothecary's residence, I think. Yes, that was it, to deliver one of those strange inhabitants of this foreign kingdom. It wouldn't do to let them get away, the master would be most displeased with that.

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Corneilles, Gladius IV, Mos Eisely
The bounty hunter hadn't done much. He was simply seeking business-bounties, escort duty, whatever could be offered here. So far, Corneilles wasn't having much luck.
Until now.
As Corneilles was headed to the bar to speak to the barkeeper if there were bounties around, the bounty hunter, as he was passing by, heard Karla speak.
"Sounds shady AND like you're trying to pull something to boot so...sure, why not, I'll listen to the job offer and see where we go from there."
Corneilles froze. A job. That was exactly what he was looking for. And from what he heard, hiring.
The bounty hunter immediately turned and walked over to where Karla and King were. If Corneilles heard right, then maybe this place wasn't so bad after all. First things first though-gotta introduce yourself. And politely or your chance at a job flies straight out the window.
"Pardon me, but I believe I heard that someone was hiring?"
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