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

[The Mad Queen]

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

"What the hell does this rat want with this place anyway?" Venkman asked
"Is it not obvious? It is scattered with technology. With some basic repairs..."
"One of these ships could be flyable." Venkman muttered "Well, shit."

One of the larger dreadnoughts he'd seen would be ideal for anyone wanting to conquer parts of the planet, and if the stranger on the road was telling the truth about the infestation they could easily drop rats into cities.
"We have to go South." He told the half-Vampire "You're right, three people couldn't hope to stop this thing but...If we gather up a couple of Mages, that might do the trick."
He started to walk towards the bike "We were heading that way anyway. Just means We'll have to be quick about it."

Eliasdagood
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Harley Quinn: Omega (Gladius-IV)
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Aria leaned back in her chair and gave Victor and Headhunter a grim smile.
"So you'll work off your share of the trip. Once you've dealt with whatever it is in New Metropolis, I need you back here working for me. Oh, and don't even think about running. You owe me."

She turned her head "Harley."
"Oh right, got it here."

She handed Aria a tablet and the Asari activated her omni-tool.
"Done."
She nodded to two of her guards "Show them out."
"I hope we see each other again."
"Maybe I'll pass through here on my way back." Harley smiled "I never got to dance. Need ta focus."

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

The Vampire pulled back when Imperial grabbed her, glaring into his eyes. Douglas watched from the bar, rolling his eyes but keeping his attention fixed on the two.
She shot him a smile.
"Well, duckling...You've got my attention. I'm not sure what you mean about two minds, but..."
She leaned in closer, whispering into Imperial's ear "I do know something I didn't tell the human."

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

"They've got tech, but it's primitive." Ilka said "At least compared to what some of this planet has to offer. Flamethrowers that spew out green flames, hand-cranked gatling guns, single-shot sniper muskets that require a team to operate... I'm sure there's more to their tech. An army that size is bound to have heavy artillery and siege equipment but they've kept it deep underground so I can't be sure."
"Now, as for magic..." She looked over at King "They seem to use some kind solid version of pure chaos magic to improve equipment, mixing the arcane with technology."
She sighed
"Their knowledge on poisons and disease are...Well, they're rats. I wouldn't let one bite you as Lord know what they could be carrying. Some of them carry poisons too, and coat their weapons. So avoid their bombs, their teeth and their blades and you should stay healthy enough."

Under Gunther's instructions, Karla had remained quiet for most of Ilka's little talk.

"Baldie's right." Karla gave a sly grin "We're not expendable mercs. Hell, I wouldn't even just call us mercs. He and King may be weapons of mass destruction, but me..."
She stood upwards and two red, dragon-like wings sprouted from her back. Their colour of their scales was similar to Karla's dark red skin.
"I'm a force of nature, baby."

After a few moments of silence, Ilka spoke again.
"You probably won't need those. I have a transport waiting outside.

We're going to fly to the north."

GearBlade654 Zerohex Freshet
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Jolie Baptiste: New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​

"It's like a fairy but less like Tinkerbell and more in the traditional sense. Making deals with mortals, snatching babies from their cots."
She shook her head "I don't trust this one, that's why I never shook on an actual deal. We talked and I said I'd check this place out because a woman's life could be at risk. That's all...

I've seen how tricky some of these creatures can be. They're not all bad, obviously but you need to stay on your toes."

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

"You're right, Mr postman." Peter said "I could see myself retiring here, starting up a new bee farm with Susan." He looked at Michael "Speaking of which, where are these killers located? What's their main base? If they've captured Susan then she'll be there."

"Peter, was it? From what we've gathered their main base is a mansion in the woods. It keeps changing location. Every time we get close it vanishes, appearing when it wants to, almost."
"In saying that, you're talking about a bad mission."
"Like a suicide mission?" Peter asked

"We don't use the S word here." Michael scolded

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

"Start talking, then." The Turian barked at Samus "What the hell were you trying to pull!?"
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So tear down the system or try to battle it from within? Both choices were pretty bad, but one definitely more so than the other. Something the maid had said stuck with Alva though, that being organic juries being notoriously biased against synthetic beings. She smiled at Torgo.
"That soldier is human." She said "I know she might look and even talk a bit like an Automated American, but..."

Yeah, the Maid wasn't going to believe her. She was still somehow convinced she was Alva's babysitter by the looks of things.
"I can feel the heartbeat of living things. She's got a heartbeat, a strong one. You're saying we don't have a chance due to bias against synthetics, but she's not a synthetic."
"Maybe we can even use her military record?" Oliver suggested "If she's decorated it'll work in her favour. Not sure where we'd find it, but it's worth a look I guess."

She looked at Torgo and started to walk towards the scene currently unfolding, gesturing for the Maid to follow her.
"Please, put the guns down."

Specialist Shining Wizard
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Steve Rodgers: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​

The sounds of fighting could be heard further down in the sewer as an armoured stranger battled with aliens carrying primitive weapons. They had a child near them as well. Were they a member of the town guard? Another traveller who'd stumbled upon the kidnapped children by chance? It didn't really matter.
Even if they were putting up a fight, Steve didn't want to risk he children getting caught in the crossfire.

The aliens had to be separated. The Nameless One charged in, while Ulfri used what appeared to be fire breath. Steve did a double take of her ability but asking the woman just how she breathed actual fire would have to wait

Having to fight on two sides, the Orcs began to separate. A few were still focused on the stranger but the majority were now focused on the three newcomers.

Activating both of his gauntlets, Rodgers charged in and knocked down an Orc with a firm kick to the stomach, piercing the skin of another's shoulder and knocking him into the waters of the sewer.

He eyed the stranger on the other side of the Orcs, giving him a firm nod as if to show him they were on the same side and blocked the swing of an Orc's sword.

Freshet Donder172 FistOfTheBorkStar zontar
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[The Mad Queen]

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

After seeing what the receptionist looks like, CJ drops his jaw, surprised. He can't believe that a reptile is talking to him and the reptile's voice is somewhat feminine. CJ doesn't even take drugs like cocaine or crack and he is really sure that a reptile is talking to him. He rubbed his eyes for a moment to make sure this wasn't real and after he stop rubbing, the reptile is still there.

"Uhhh..." CJ scratched his head as he looks at the female Krogan from head to toe.

"No offense but what the fuck are you? I'm not takin' drugs but damn! A reptile can talk! Shi'.. sorry from mah words but lemme' ask you somethin', miss. Am I dreamin' right now?" CJ asked the female Krogan if he is currently dreaming right now.

"You could be living your dreams if you sign up for this dating agency." The Krogan said "But if you must know, I'm a Krogan. We're thick-skinned, often thick-headed and we can get pretty pissed off sometimes, now that I think about it." She looked directly at CJ "However, I'm working right now so I'm not going to head-butt you."

Kanna Kamui
Gladius-I: Cynthia

Kanna shook when the tour guide asked where did she came from. The dragon girl felt hesitant if she could tell him or not. She gulped and decides to say where she came from. "I...I was with two people that i haven't met before. They're in the throne room, speaking to your king. They told me to wait outside and I decide to look around...and here I am." She spoke.

The Mad Queen​

The tour guide smiled and nodded. Treating Kanna's sudden arrival like an everyday occurrence.
"Wonderful. And do tell me, child...What do you think of this great planet's capital?"

 

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands
She nods. “We can afford to wait on Father. He says he has found potential allies in…” she snorts with laughter. “The… happiness brigade? Odd name. But this should take priority, is what I mean.” She rubs the back of her head. “Will the other mages have an issue with me?”
The Mad Queen

Farator: The Windmill, Darkened Skies
Farator considers this. Should he help Peter? He doesn’t see why. Then again… he is so hungry. Perhaps some of the creatures here are ones he could feed on. He wonders if he could get these people out once he is rescued.
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[Topless]

Kanna Kamui
Gladius-I: Cynthia

Kanna was asked by the tour guide about her thoughts on the capital. She gulped out of nervousness as she starts to speak. "The capital is beautiful" She says "It feels like any ordinary city, except with those robots."

The Mad Queen ​

 

[zontar]

Gen Nishiyama, Gladius-II, Brymore Crossing, Sword Coast, Certh​

Seeing the newcomers appear, Gen was briefly distracted. The assurances of the swordsman- maybe a native of the land- and the American relieved his concerns. As an orc's axe arm came down, he smacked it aside, grabbing it and twisting the orc's arm to avoid the attack. He quickly slammed the pommel of his sword straight into the base of the creature's ribcage, sending it sprawling as a hideous bruise already started to form. Once again, he drove his sword into the ground, jumping off the pommel with a flip. He inhaled deeply as the strange music filled the chamber again, his hands and feet glowing as he brought an axe kick down on an orc's head, leaving a glowing footprint. As the orc fell over, he ducked under an axe swing, striking it several times below the ribcage with the crane beak. Finally, the other two remaining orcs charged. Gen swung out with a side kick, which the orc on the right handily dodged as the one on the left brought an axe down toward him. Slamming the raised foot down, leaving a glowing footprint, he struck the orc across the head with the back foot, tripping it with the other leg and sending it to the floor with another glowing footprint on its face. As the final orc facing him continued its assault, he stepped backward, weaving around heavy axe swings and leaving glowing footprints across his path. As the orc grew angrier with its failure to strike him, Gen finally struck back with a kick to the orc's throat, leaving one final glowing footprint. As the orc flew back into a pile with its fellows that Gen had defeated, he stood with his feet shoulder width apart and faced the pile of orcs in various states of consciousness. Bowing to his foes, he gave the traditional fist-to-palm salute of martial artists, shortly before the voice of the belt chimed in.

"Today, our future has changed."

ALCHEMIC FINISH: YANHUA JIE!

A spark flew from the belt, traveling along the trail of golden foot an handprints. As it passed through each one, fireworks shot out, lighting up the sewers and tormenting the orcs with their heat and light as the sparks drew closer. Soon, they reached the pile of orcs, where all the prints were glowing simultaneously. The conscious orcs looked on in dread as the firework explosions began, tossing the ones in the pile upwards, here, there, and everywhere as the fireworks sent them flying about. After a while, their comically smoking bodies fell to the ground, obviously quite beaten, bruised, and burned, but alive. They groaned out in pain as he stood once more, one of the orcs coughing up a cloud of ash.

Following this, he turned to the orcs facing the larger group, pulling his sword out of the ground and wordlessly advancing. A few of the remaining orcs began running off deeper into the sewers.

 

[Rysesaka]

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

Jim was ready to punch the alien to the building by using his strength coming from the virus due to the fact that the alien admitted that the Covenant or whatever the alien's affiliation may be, have invaded Earth which Jim assumes that the Great Hunger is the post-alien invasion although the confusing part is that the alien said the invasion happened in 2552 which made Jim raised his eyebrows because last time he saw the date was the 1st of February, 2019, and the alien doesn't know anything about the Great Hunger and so as Jim.

"According to this man right here—" Jim looks at the man before shifting his attention back to the alien, "the Great Hunger caused the collapse of the civilization here."

Jim steps forward as he approach the alien, "I don't know if you are the Great Hunger or just a lost alien. I despise liars, you know?" Jim said as he clenched his fist, still, he is ready to transform to his infected self and punch the alien to the building using his superhuman strength coming from the virus.

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Sandrino Imperial
The Asylum, Seoul-Don
Tellestia, Gladius-I

Sandrino quickly looks at Douglas who rolled his eyes which he shift his attention back to Jeanette. Sandrino smiled at her as she said that he got her attention. Jeanette leaned forward to Sandrino and began to whisper, saying that she knows something that she didn't tell the human which cause Sandrino to chuckle a bit when she said that Douglas is a human.

"If only you knew he's not a human.." Sandrino thought about it before he went back into an expression of seriousness and calm.

"What is it that you didn't tell to the human?"

Suddenly, Sandrino sensed a mortal human nearby which he accidentally smirked due to the reaction. His fangs revealed which Jeanette can see Sandrino's fangs including Sandrino's red eyes (vampire). He turned around, only to see a man and his daughter. Sandrino thought about why are these mortal humans inside a bar full of supernaturals, if he was the father, he would definitely leave this place immediately. Good thing his thirst for blood is temporarily gone because Sandrino recently got regenerated from the vodka he drank prior to this conversation with Jeanette.

He turns back to Jeanette as he goes back to normal.

"Sorry about that, it's a reaction when I can sense mortal humans although I don't know why I reacted." Sandrino awkwardly chuckles.

"Anyways, let's go back to the topic." Sandrino smiles at Jeanette, waiting for her response.

Freshet


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

"Really?" Victor glared at Aria when she said that she'll pay for him only if Victor and Headhunter would go back to Omega and work for her.

"Thank you, Aria, like i said, we'll go back here if we are still alive." Victor smiles at Aria. Headhunter smiled at Aria too.

And then Harleen handed Aria some kind of a tablet and then the crime lady activated her tool of some sort.

"See you later, I guess." Victor said to Aria and Headhunter just waves at Aria, smiling.


Chris Walker
The Windmill
Darkened Skies, Gladius-III

Chris listens to the conversation about Peter wanting to retire in this beautiful place with her wife and also the discussion where the main headquarters of the so-called 'killers'. The old man whose name goes by Micheal Rosen explained that the killers' main base are located on the forests and would sometimes vanish.

"Impossible." Chris suddenly joins the conversation.

"How can the mansion vanish without a trace? Is it some kind of an experiment that these pigs testing us?!" Chris sounded like an angry behemoth, hearing about the killers' main base vanishing when the Happiness Brigade makes presence in their territory makes Chris really irritated.

"That's unfair!" He yelled although he wasn't yelling to anyone, he yelled because he can't believe that the main base of the killers. This caused Chris to build up his hatred to the Killers. He began to calm himself down until he has an idea to say.

"I have an idea, since I look like a killer just like what the old man here said earlier, I can just infiltrate their base and kill them all while you all attack the main base and kill these pigs and annihilate them. How is that sound?" Chris then waits for their response as he needs their opinions about Chris' plan.

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

"Uhhh... you know wha'? I'll just sign up for this datin' agency. I'm bored as fuck."

CJ scratch his head as he looks at the female Krogan one more time. He can't believe what he was seeing right now, he really hopes that this was all just a dream. He also thinks that he drank beer way too much which he got knocked out and establish a vivid dream where he is really alive on the dream (like right now).

 

[Specialist]

Samus-007/Gladius I: The Presidium
[Interacting with: The Mad Queen , Shining Wizard ; Open to Interaction]
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"My AI hijacked into the UNSC's Credit reserves and wired it over to her. Since I don't have a paycheck for twenty-eight years of combat experience before I arrived here, I figured it'd be nice to go shopping for something to help you all out against whatever the hell this 'Great Hunger' is." Samus answered with a flat, condescending tone. The flanging effect from the strange Birdlike alien sent a light chill down her spine. That only served to make her stand her ground without moving. She seemed oddly relaxed for a figure encased in a half-ton of steel. Samus always was one to be brutally honest, but now more than even it became a necessity to avoid getting lit up in the corner of an alien security kiosk. "My fault for not specifying my intention, but I intend walking out of here with that ship."

Vasu 'Koromai/Gladius IV: The Badlands; New Metropolis;
[Interacting with: The Mad Queen , Rysesaka ]​

Vasu snarled, stepping closer. He wasn't afraid of this.. Chimera. "I have already told you, I am not what this 'Great Hunger' is. Furthermore, I do not trust you with your incessant hostile demeanor. Your belligerence is trying my patience, Human. As for the Covenant, they are a seperate entity. One I shall gleefully slaughter when I find them. If we have a common enemy, then perhaps an alliance shall be considered out of necessity." Vasu took a step back, and awaited his response. He didn't expect any reason for James to like him at all, and his distrust with the Chimera was palpable. However, if it meant actually doing something and not standing around anymore, he would apprecieate that outcome.

 

[darkred]

Marcus Wright
New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
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Marcus nodded "I'll keep a sharp eye out, Jolie. They haven't fought a terminator yet."
The Mad Queen
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[darkred]

Lucas Kellan/Shadow 1-8
GravityVale
Gladius II
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Lucas, seeing that there seemed to be no threats at the time, walked forward toward the other strangers in front of him. "Yes, I just arrived here as well. Who are you two?"



The Mad Queen Eliasdagood
Necromantic
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[The Mad Queen]

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

"The Happiness Brigade?" Venkman asked "Sounds. Uh, delightful."
He turned back to face the stranger "Before we go...Well, I'm not saying I don't believe you but I'll need proof of these rats if I'm going to convince the other Mages."
The stranger nodded "Give me a moment, Mage."

He watched as they walked to the right, disappearing inside one of the ships.
Eliasdagood
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Harley Quinn: Omega (Gladius-IV)
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Aria smiled as Victor, Harley and Headhunter were led away and out of the club by the guards. They remained mostly quiet as they walked towards one of the docks, presenting the three with a ship.

It was 22 meters long, and sat docked amongst other ships of various size and shapes. Some were armed, like the freighter but others were not.
"What's with the big guns?"
"What are you, stupid? We're flying over The Badlands. Everybody packs heat, so the ship has to be the same." A guard scoffed "Now, get in."

The bottom of the ship opened, deploying a ramp and Harley was the first one aboard, the two hyenas on either side of her.

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

He listened in on Imperial and Jeanette's conversation, using his canine-like senses of hearing. His interest peaked when a mortal human was mentioned. Had the blue light spat out another human in the Trap-Street? If so, he needed to get on it as soon as possible. He looked over at Imperial and nodded before getting up from the bar and walking out of the club.
With his yellow leather jacket and what appeared to be a child on his back, the human stuck out. He sniffed the air but could only smell Chuck. Did the child have no scent at all?

"Hey." He called over "Are you and your daughter alright?"
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Inside the club, Jeanette watched as Douglas left and smiled back at Imperial. "I'll tell you now."
She leaned in closer "The Banshee." Her voice was a gentle whisper "Look for The Banshee."

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

"Thanks." She said, walking further down the halls of the asylum. Doors to the various wings were open, some of them missing altogether as they had been torn off during the fighting that took place in the invasion. The outline of a person was against one of the walls, etched into the stone as a permanent shadow. Jolie had only seen the likes of it twice before.
The first, in photographs of the nuclear shadows seen in the aftermath of Hiroshima and the second being in another place The Great Hunger had struck. This person had been consumed by it in the fighting.

Resting her hand on the shadow, she took a breath and shut her eyes. Nothing
"Just an after-image." She said "Oh, and Marcus."

She turned to face her new companion, pointing a finger at him.
"Never refer to yourself as a Terminator. That's what those machines tried to make you but that's not who you are."

She stopped, hearing the sound of something striking the floor beneath them with her Vamperic senses.
"I just heard something. I'm not sure if we're alone here."

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

Peter stared at Chris with wide eyes "You know..."
"That could work." Michael said "But you should know something if you're going to carry out such a spooky mission."
He looked to the left, and then to the right "But it's a secret."
"You can trust us." Peter said "We're just a loving husband, a postman going above and beyond the call of duty, an X-man, a friendly Vampire and..."
He looked up at Chris, measuring the height difference between the two in his head "Well, my friend here."

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

"Hold on, you're with the UNSC?" The other officer asked
"Prove it." The Turian barked "If you can prove it we might not toss your ass straight in a cell."
"That's up to the GDF."

When Alva stood in the way, her hands raised the Turian glared at her.
"Stand aside, ma'am."
"Just...Please put the guns down. Whatever she did, I'm sure it doesn't carry the death penalty here."
She honestly wasn't sure about that, but it was worth bringing up.
"See, she's cooperating." Alva pointed at Samus "I'm sure you don't need to..."

The second officer started to lower their weapon, while the Turian kept it raised.
"I'll drop it when I'm sure." He muttered

Alva looked over at Torgo, raising a hand as if to indicate the maid to stay back. Her gaze met Oliver's eyes, seeing that he was walking towards the scene but she shook her head.
"I got this." She mouted

Specialist Shining Wizard
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Steve Rodgers: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​

Steve watched Gen's display, with the strange man remaining him of Thor during the firework display. Although a few of the aliens started to run away, a few remained, lying bruised and beaten by the group amongst a few bodies.
"Glad you're on our side." Steve said, offering Gen a handshake "Steve Rodgers."

"We should gather up the survivors. With numbers like these, they're bound to have a bigger operation so we need to learn what we can. If we charge in, or get cocky we'll get killed."

Donder172 FistOfTheBorkStar zontar
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[The Mad Queen]

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

"Uhhh... you know wha'? I'll just sign up for this datin' agency. I'm bored as fuck."

CJ scratch his head as he looks at the female Krogan one more time. He can't believe what he was seeing right now, he really hopes that this was all just a dream. He also thinks that he drank beer way too much which he got knocked out and establish a vivid dream where he is really alive on the dream (like right now).

"Sure, hon." The Krogan replied. She reached beneath the desk, revealing a thick pile of paperwork. It was as thick as a phonebook.
"Take a seat and fill these out. Do you need a pen?"

Kanna Kamui
Gladius-I: Cynthia

Kanna was asked by the tour guide about her thoughts on the capital. She gulped out of nervousness as she starts to speak. "The capital is beautiful" She says "It feels like any ordinary city, except with those robots."

The Mad Queen ​

"And there you go, everyone." The Guide gestured towards Kanna with an open hand "Even to newcomers, this glorious planet is beautiful. It is truly something to be proud of."

Thomas Davies
"Humans. They were here before us. But how?"
"We would have known otherwise..."
The Coelacanths proceed to stop moving backward to simply pass the settlement by. The Coelacanths' armor should be tough enough to withstand much more than a few bullets if thay man thought to do something funny.
The Mad Queen (apologies for small posts)

One of the humans noticed the metal tank and raised their rifle towards it.
"Hold it!" He shouted "Identity yourself!"
(sorry for delay in this post, I missed it initially)

 

[Zerohex]

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

Basically don't get hit and you won't get hurt, no fucking shit, thought King, an irrepressible roll of his eyes hidden by his very handy shades, and a slight smile crept into his features as he remembered countless threats outmaneuvered, redirected, countered or even stopped before they could begin in earnest. Didn't sound like the rats were packing anything extraordinary at least. Of course, magic was all the same to him, so anything special about "pure chaos magic" didn't really register, while mixing technology and magic had been the lifeblood of his world. The numbers were still gonna be a bitch and a half to fully clear out no matter what, though, especially in what he expected to be a maze of tunnels where a collapse would likely be a terrible idea.

"Well then, sounds like we've got everything about as worked out as we're going to here", said the Turk to break the awkward silence that followed Karla unfurling her wings, clapping his hands over the table and getting back to his feet. He was choosing to ignore Red's attempt at a display for the sake of their professional relationship, though he couldn't help but shoot both Enforcer and Sir Dick a look. Gesturing for but a moment to himself he stepped aside and exchanged a few quick words with Barkeep, who was fairly used to these sorts of scenarios, before retrieving his coat and hat and returning to the group. "I'm sure we can settle what a complete wipeout will be worth on the go. Plain gold is fine for my pay, but I do have one request for my reward".

Fishing around his pockets, King held up a photograph for all to see. It was one that Chambers was already familiar with, not of a person or location, it was a photo of a motorcycle. A damn good one. For anyone that knew anything about bikes the beast pictured was a true beauty, a custom work with obvious time, money and skill in its make, something that would make almost any rider envious. "This here is Artemis, my one of a kind project supermoto, and you're gonna give me any and all information you can get on it. It's bound to draw attention and I want it back, sentimental value you understand". He was 100% serious.

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[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands
Namorae watches the person leave. “Mm. It sounds like it’s what a group of survivors decided to call themselves. Their base is also sunny, which is somewhat inconvenient until he can recover his spells.” She says with a chuckle. “I think he’ll be fine while we work this out.”
The Mad Queen

Farator: The Windmill, Darkened Skies
Farator hums. “I suppose I could join you in that.” He says to Chris. “If this is a world of dark dwelling predators, as it seems, no one should bat an eye at my presence. And also I’ve gotten quite good at escaping should it become necessary.” He grimaces, growling in annoyance. “It would be ideal if I could feed first, but I hardly expect volunteers for such a thing.”
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[Freshet]

• Dark Enforcer
• Nameless Mook
• Chuck Green

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  The Dark Enforcer: Mos Eisley, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)​
  
  Steel Chambers simply noted the details that were given about these rat monsters. It didn’t sound very impressive; this mission was gonna be an easy pay-day as after all wiping out savage races was a time honored tradition. The only question of the matter would be how to smoke them all out. Did this require a personal touch where they all must be witnessed to die or would just finding a possible inert volcanic ridge below them and starting it back up be enough? All that the Dark Enforcer was sure of was that vermin were going to be exterminated.
  
  This was also assured by the Dark Enforcer slightly moving his chair as Karla proceeded to unfurl a pair of wings. He returned the look that was given by King, as he took his beer and took another drink. With another swig done The Dark Enforcer glanced towards Karla, “Ram, you know what they say about opening umbrellas in doors.”
  
  Standing up he kept his beer in hand as he glanced towards Ilke.
  
  “There better be some more cold ones inside.” The Dark Enforcer proceeded to head out as King made a particular statement. “No luck with the repulsiorcraft circuits eh? You’ll find her sooner or later.”
  
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  Nameless Mook: Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)
  ​
  
  While many of the orcs were dispatched by spectacular means, many of whom went down by fire due to qi manipulation of breath or by the qi manipulation of the limb, the orc in which the Nameless Mook was dealing with was dealt with by more plain means. Through several motions of slashing down, slashing up, parrying the axe which the Sauronic Orc in question was using, and some thrusting stabs, the Orc eventually fell limp and collapsed into the sewage waters below. The former member of the Black Demon Sect was breathing heavily as he returned his sword back into his sheath. There was no longer a need for the blade at this moment.
  
  Right now, he just needed to catch his breath and recover a bit from the exertion of this battle. Now getting into a more relaxed position the Nameless Mook glanced towards the spandex clad man and spoke, “It is my sincerest hope that, well, our actions here had helped you even if slightly.” Then his attention turned towards Steve Rogers, the Nameless Mook gave a quick nod. “It is most pressing to escort others out, who knows what pestilence shall linger if they are not escorted to better conditions.” And with that the Nameless Mook looked for the nearest individual that needed help.
  
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  Chuck Greene: Tellestia, Gladius I​
  As Chuck Greene barely began to enter that hive of scum, villainy and monsters that was the Asylum he heard someone call for him. Chuck leaned his head a bit forward as he looked for the source of the noise, that being a human that didn’t seem to look as much of a nut-bar as the others present in the area. He glanced back as he spoke to Katey, “Stay quiet alright?”
  
  As the doll could not speak, Chuck received no answer but he nodded all the same as he walked towards Douglas. Approaching closer to the individual, Chuck began eying Douglas up and down as he spoke.
  
  “You don’t look like one of those nutbars...” Chuck grumbled underneath his breath before focusing his attention firmly on the man.
  
  “Katey needs her Zombrex every twenty four hours.” matter-of-factly Chuck remarked as he gazed around the scenery trying to eye where he could get said Zombrex, as he knew damn well where he could get more booze.
  
  Chuck began pacing back and forth around the area. “If she didn’t get her Zombrex every day...” Chuck stopped in his walking as he gritted his teeth together. “...There’s still some time.”

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Chuck Greene - The Mad Queen Rysesaka
Nameless Mook - Donder172 zontar FistOfTheBorkStar The Mad Queen

 

[Specialist]

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

"Senior Cheif Petty Officer Samus Hayes, Ess-Enn Zero-Zero-One-Three-Six, Six-One-Five-Seven-Niner, Sierra Hotel, Office of Naval Intelligence asset, Designation Zero-Zero-Seven. There's no use for that rifle, Sir." The Spartan said with a venomous undertone after reciting her credentials verbatim. She hated having to idenify herself; making the desire to put the fear of whatever god that alien guard believed in to certainty. Neverthelss, she level left her spot in the kiosk corner. "May I add, no longer with the UNSC. If you send them to me, there will be a problem."

 

[Donder172]

Gen Nishiyama, Gladius-II, Brymore Crossing, Sword Coast, Certh​

Seeing the newcomers appear, Gen was briefly distracted. The assurances of the swordsman- maybe a native of the land- and the American relieved his concerns. As an orc's axe arm came down, he smacked it aside, grabbing it and twisting the orc's arm to avoid the attack. He quickly slammed the pommel of his sword straight into the base of the creature's ribcage, sending it sprawling as a hideous bruise already started to form. Once again, he drove his sword into the ground, jumping off the pommel with a flip. He inhaled deeply as the strange music filled the chamber again, his hands and feet glowing as he brought an axe kick down on an orc's head, leaving a glowing footprint. As the orc fell over, he ducked under an axe swing, striking it several times below the ribcage with the crane beak. Finally, the other two remaining orcs charged. Gen swung out with a side kick, which the orc on the right handily dodged as the one on the left brought an axe down toward him. Slamming the raised foot down, leaving a glowing footprint, he struck the orc across the head with the back foot, tripping it with the other leg and sending it to the floor with another glowing footprint on its face. As the final orc facing him continued its assault, he stepped backward, weaving around heavy axe swings and leaving glowing footprints across his path. As the orc grew angrier with its failure to strike him, Gen finally struck back with a kick to the orc's throat, leaving one final glowing footprint. As the orc flew back into a pile with its fellows that Gen had defeated, he stood with his feet shoulder width apart and faced the pile of orcs in various states of consciousness. Bowing to his foes, he gave the traditional fist-to-palm salute of martial artists, shortly before the voice of the belt chimed in.

"Today, our future has changed."

ALCHEMIC FINISH: YANHUA JIE!

A spark flew from the belt, traveling along the trail of golden foot an handprints. As it passed through each one, fireworks shot out, lighting up the sewers and tormenting the orcs with their heat and light as the sparks drew closer. Soon, they reached the pile of orcs, where all the prints were glowing simultaneously. The conscious orcs looked on in dread as the firework explosions began, tossing the ones in the pile upwards, here, there, and everywhere as the fireworks sent them flying about. After a while, their comically smoking bodies fell to the ground, obviously quite beaten, bruised, and burned, but alive. They groaned out in pain as he stood once more, one of the orcs coughing up a cloud of ash.

Following this, he turned to the orcs facing the larger group, pulling his sword out of the ground and wordlessly advancing. A few of the remaining orcs began running off deeper into the sewers.

Steve Rodgers: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​

Steve watched Gen's display, with the strange man remaining him of Thor during the firework display. Although a few of the aliens started to run away, a few remained, lying bruised and beaten by the group amongst a few bodies.
"Glad you're on our side." Steve said, offering Gen a handshake "Steve Rodgers."

"We should gather up the survivors. With numbers like these, they're bound to have a bigger operation so we need to learn what we can. If we charge in, or get cocky we'll get killed."

@Donder172 @FistOfTheBorkStar @zontar

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

While many of the orcs were dispatched by spectacular means, many of whom went down by fire due to qi manipulation of breath or by the qi manipulation of the limb, the orc in which the Nameless Mook was dealing with was dealt with by more plain means. Through several motions of slashing down, slashing up, parrying the axe which the Sauronic Orc in question was using, and some thrusting stabs, the Orc eventually fell limp and collapsed into the sewage waters below. The former member of the Black Demon Sect was breathing heavily as he returned his sword back into his sheath. There was no longer a need for the blade at this moment.

Right now, he just needed to catch his breath and recover a bit from the exertion of this battle. Now getting into a more relaxed position the Nameless Mook glanced towards the spandex clad man and spoke, “It is my sincerest hope that, well, our actions here had helped you even if slightly.” Then his attention turned towards Steve Rogers, the Nameless Mook gave a quick nod. “It is most pressing to escort others out, who knows what pestilence shall linger if they are not escorted to better conditions.” And with that the Nameless Mook looked for the nearest individual that needed help.

"That was a fine show of skill, stranger." Ulfi said towards the stranger, who seems to be advancing further. She turns to face Steve "We should press on while they are on the retreat. We still got some people to rescue and if those creatures are retreating, they might be going for their prisoners." Ulfi said to Steve before move as well further towards the Orcs. The magic this stranger used was quite interesting. It wasn't like that used in Tamriel, possibly not even in all of Nirn. She moved with a pace to catch up with the stranger. Unlike Mook, Ulfi wasn't quite exhausted yet. She was still somewhat used to her adventures. She was also possible more experienced with the weapons she used.

"Let's get them... Hun... KAAL ZOOR!" Ulfi said, using Call of Valor. A few meters in front of her, which seems to be a ghost appeared. This 'ghost' is Hakon One-Eye. Hakon draws his battleaxe and charged the group of Orcs, shouting at them "Zun... HAAL VIIK!" using the Disarm Shout on them before swinging with his axe at the Orcs.

 

[Rysesaka]

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

"Alright." Jim replied in a stern tone, the alien have explained that he isn't what this Great Hunger he envisioned. The alien also explained about the faction called the Covenant which Jim didn't care of. Jim decides to stop acting hostile towards the alien since both of them are just lost. Really lost. Jim can't even recognize Gotham anymore although there are some locations that is familiar to him like the East End.

Jim shift his attention to the man and asked,

"Is there any safezones here? I hardly recognized Gotham because of this Great Hunger you've mentioned."

The Mad Queen Specialist


Victor Zsasz
*Currently boarding a ship*
Omega, Wild Space, Gladius-IV

Victor and Headhunter followed the guards as they walk out of the club. Both of them remained quiet and all they do is to follow the guards and minutes later, they arrived on the docks which the spaceships were embarked. It is the first time that Victor and Headhunter witnessed a 22m spaceship.

"Woah." Headhunter is amazed from the ship while Victor just glared at the spaceship.

Victor and Headhunter would enter the ship after Harleen and her hyenas went in.


Sandrino Imperial
The Asylum, Seoul-Don
Tellestia, Gladius-I

Sandrino saw Douglas went out after the man confronts the mortal human and his daughter but what's surprising is that Sandrino cannot sense the daughter, only the man. Anyway, after Douglas left the club to have a conversation with the mortal human. Jeanette finally spills the information to Sandrino as she leaned closer to her. She said about the Banshee although Sandrino doesn't know if "the Banshee" is a person or an object. Sandrino hopes that the werewolf knows about what Jeanette is saying.

"Well, thank you, beautiful. I assure you, we.. I'll see you again." Sandrino winks at Jeanette. He went to the exit afterwards.

[—OUTSIDE THE ASYLUM—]

Sandrino approach Douglas and pats him on the shoulder.

"Hey. Jeanette said, it's the Banshee. You know anything about the Banshee?" Sandrino asked him.

Moments later after Sandrino asked Douglas about the Banshee, he turned to Chuck and his daughter Katey.

"Hello." Sandrino said in a serious tone as he eyes the mortal human from head to toe. (Sandrino right now is in his human form/normal form).

Then again, Sandrino was confused as to why he can't sense the child. He takes a look at it until he realized it's a doll.

"What the fuck.." Sandrino said it on the back of his mind. Now he knows why he can't sense the child because it's a doll. A literal doll. Sandrino has nothing to say because he is the redeemed one and knows his limits. If he was the evil Sandrino or the dark one right now, he'll criticize the mortal that the child or his daughter is a doll and the mortal human is one insane individual.

Freshet


Chris Walker
The Windmill
Darkened Skies, Gladius-III

"A friend." Chris scoffs at Peter as he look down. "You hardly know me, little pig." Chris added in a serious tone.

He then looks at the vampire which he just nods since Chris knows that the vampire knows how to fight including the woman who can transform into crystal blue or something like that's although he haven't seen the Postal Dude and Peter fight. Chris assumes that Peter can't fight, judging by his appearance and personality but for the Postal Dude, he can't wait to see the postman in action.

"Well," Chris shift his attention to Micheal as he grunts.

"What do we need to know before we will go out there and kill these little pigs, old man?" Chris waits for Micheal's response.

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

"Yeah." CJ said in a casual tone as he takes a seat, waiting for the female Krogan to give CJ a pen as he stretches.

"By tha' way, whass yo' name?" CJ casually asked the the female Krogan's name.

 

[Rysesaka]

Alfred Pennyworth
The Spa
Bliss, Gladius-II

Alfred would suddenly wake up from his sleep after the blue light appeared on his dream but the problem is that he wake up on the pool, due to the sudden reaction of waking up, he almost drowned on the pool but because Alfred is a military trained individual of the British SAS despite the age, he is able to balance himself in the pool. He takes a deep breath after he almost drowned and he quickly get out of the pool.

While he is wet, he observed his surroundings and Alfred got really confused as to how he get here in this very modern.. spa. He scratched his head for a bit as he doesn't know what to do because of the confusion.

"Where the bloody hell am I?" Alfred questioned himself as he observed his surroundings despite the confusion.

The Mad Queen

 

[darkred]

"Thanks." She said, walking further down the halls of the asylum. Doors to the various wings were open, some of them missing altogether as they had been torn off during the fighting that took place in the invasion. The outline of a person was against one of the walls, etched into the stone as a permanent shadow. Jolie had only seen the likes of it twice before.
The first, in photographs of the nuclear shadows seen in the aftermath of Hiroshima and the second being in another place The Great Hunger had struck. This person had been consumed by it in the fighting.

Resting her hand on the shadow, she took a breath and shut her eyes. Nothing
"Just an after-image." She said "Oh, and Marcus."

She turned to face her new companion, pointing a finger at him.
"Never refer to yourself as a Terminator. That's what those machines tried to make you but that's not who you are."

She stopped, hearing the sound of something striking the floor beneath them with her Vamperic senses.
"I just heard something. I'm not sure if we're alone here."

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

Marcus noticed Jolie pointing over at the terminator with a finger and nodded "I'm human as much as possible, I'll remember that."

He stopped musing when he looked over at Jolie. She apparently heard something that said they weren't alone in this place after all.

"Who's following us?"

"Let's go check it out, Jolie."​

The Mad Queen​

​

 

[Shining Wizard]

TORGO - GLADIUS I, CITADEL, THE PRESIDIUM

If Torgo had the emotional capacity to feel genuine amusement, the (pending) Master's new-age hippie bullshit about being able to sense the hearts of living things may have brought a chuckle. Instead, it just became another reference point further enforcing the criminal nature of the mechanoid.

"Torgo feels she should inform you, (pending) Master, that the construction of reverse cyborgs is illegal in all Pan-Pacific Charter member nations and at least seventeen independent governing bodies. Torgo would advise the (pending) Master to keep this under wraps for the time being, as it may hurt the android's case."

As they arrived, the (pending) Master decided to put herself in the line of fire, a clearly irrational choice considering she was distinctly squishy and any bullets fired through her would likely overpenetrate, providing the far larger mechanoid with negligible cover. Meanwhile, the mechanoid rattled off a military rank, model, and serial number- likely decommissioned due to defects- and further identified itself as a rogue asset.

The (pending) Master was really busting Torgo's roballs, here. Stepping in front of the (pending) Master, who was in turn in front of the mechanoid, Torgo splayed out her arms and spoke as well.

"Not so fast, chief. This decommissioned android might be a surly piece of scrap, but he's also the private property of Torgo's (pending) Master. That means if you want to get to him, you'll have to metaphorically go through Torgo. In the legal sense of the phrase. In a court of law. Because Torgo is also a lawyer."

Specialist The Mad Queen

 

[The Mad Queen]

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

"Well, that's good at least, right?" Venkman asked "Need to find silver linings where you can, especially these days."
The stranger returned, carrying a disc-like object in their left hand "This contains everything we have gathered on the rats. The Blue God wanted us do document life as it developed here."
"Like the Church the Curabitur follow?" Venkman asked. The Pentacles had mentioned the aliens in passing, and he had read a book passage or two about them and their religion.
"No. They believe that the universe is alive and sentient. We believe that while the universe breathes and produces life and shelter from the Great Hunger, all life was put here by the Blue God. He will guide us in the days when the hunger returns and Gladius shall expand."

He'd heard stranger theories.
"Alright."
Pressing down on the disc, a blue holographic image was displayed of a bipedal rat.
"Oh no..." Venkman muttered, he looked over at the stranger "Is this a joke?"

Eliasdagood
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

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

​

The ship's interior was a bit cluttered, but there was more than enough room for the group to move around. Harleen headed for the cockpit first, coming face to face with the pilot:
A Jawa. He proceeded to speak in a strange, high-pitched voice that Harley couldn't even hope to understand but she nodded along, pretending to understand the alien's nonsense language.
He shook his head, pressing something on the side of his neck.
"Howdy. I'm Clepty, and you've been pretending to understand me for the past minute or two."
"What? No!" Harley scoffed "You were going over in-flight safety."
"Lucky guess." He shook his head "Aria's already briefed me, but I have to ask..."

He stood up from the adjusted pilot's seat and looked up at Harley.
"Why do you want to go to New Metropolis? I'm still getting paid either way, but why would anyone want to go to this planet? I'm curious."
Harley crouched down so that her eyes met that of the Jawa and smiled.
"None of ya business."
"Was just curious. You didn't have to be rude."

He looked to Victor and Headhunter as they entered the ship, waving at them. For a brief moment he started to speak in the incoherent alien language before forgetting about the device on his neck.
"Hey fellas. Welcome to the Long Shot. She don't look like much, but she's a family heirloom with a kick."

Rysesaka
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

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

"Nutbar? Nah, mate." Douglas shook his head. He'd never heard the word before, but could assume it meant some kind of crazy person. He kept his hands in his trouser pockets, staring the newcomer down. There was something off about his daughter, and it took him a moment to put his mind on it. She wasn't breathing. In fact, she didn't even move at all, even blinking.
Now, he knew plenty of beings who didn't have to do either but they at least had a scent. His daughter was living or undead, she was inanimate. Part of Douglas wanted to call the newcomer out, but two possibilities ran through his mind and stopped him.
Either the man was insane, believing the doll to be his daughter or she had been alive at one stage. Perhaps a witch had placed a curse on her? He had seen it before, in the Trap Streets.

A witch could make him appear human to everyone aside from Imperial, and that was the tip of the iceberg. He still wondered as to how Imperial had seen through him. Perhaps it was a power unique to the Vampires of Imperial's universe, or there was even the chance the spell had worked but only as it was cast, meaning that any newcomer supernatural beings could identify him as a wolf. He really hoped it was the former.

Before Douglas could question the man further, Imperial arrived and mentioned The Banshee.
"Feck." Douglas shook his head. "Are you sure that's what she said?"
He looked back over at Chuck. Letting a potential madman human wander the Trap Streets would just end with either himself or someone else killed, so he couldn't just run off with Imperial.
"Maybe I can help. With your kid, I mean."

He wore a smile, but deep down he was already cursing at himself.

Freshet
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

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

"Aww." Peter looked down. Hurt by Chris' words, he looked back into the tunnel and called out to the hungry Vampire.
"I brought snacks! They're mostly for my diabetes but I could spare a snickers bar or two."

If the worst came to it, he was sure that the Happiness Brigade would provide snacks but he was a careful man, and not about to take any chances with his condition.
Rosen, on the other hand was deep in thought.
"If you're going back to the surface, all I can say is look out. This place might not have the Skyfoogle, but there is a large manner of fierce animals."

billthesomething TrueBananaz Rysesaka
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

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

"Are you sure about that?" The Turian asked Samus "You were just trying to hack us."
"I'll run her details through the GDF." The other officer said "They keep a record of all past staff members, just in case they arrive to Gladius. The UNSC records are no different." He told the group
-
All Alva could do was roll her eyes at the Maid's words, but she held her tongue. It wasn't like somebody not believing her in regards to her powers was anything new, and the situation was tense enough as it was. She didn't need to start a shouting match with an android.
"You know...Nevermind." She sighed "Just...Please put the gun down." She repeated, looking into the Turian's eyes.

"This is a waste of time." Geala whispered inside of Alva's mind "One word, and we could turn the green on this station of metal against them. It would be easy."
Alva shook her head.
"There is too much at stake, child. We have a duty." She continued "This metal abomination bores me, and I know you feel the same. The way it talks down to you, the way it does not listen. Tearing it in half is something you've thought about already. You cannot hide that."
Alva shut her eyes tightly, trying to shut out Geala's words
"It isn't alive. Anything it feels is a construct. Just do it. Tear it in half so that we can get on with our mission. Push these brutes aside so that we can get off this station. The ageless human and the tiger will follow. The rest do not matter. Why should they?"

The two officers looked at Torgo as she stepped in front of Alva.
"Android?" The Turian asked "Alright, scan her." He nodded at Samus "We need to be sure of everything."
He looked to Alva next "The slavery of conscious synthetics has been illegal on the Citadel ever since the Second Gladius treaty. If what this Maid is saying is true, then you're looking at spending the next few years of your life in prison."
Alva's jaw dropped
"However, if the android isn't self-aware then you're guilty of it's crimes. It will be taken for scrap or reprogrammed while you'll be done for trying to hack military data. Both are serious offences, but thankfully for you neither carry the death penalty."

"Do it now, child. This machine is going to get us both killed, or cut off from nature as these brutes launch us into the cold vacuum of space. Trapped in a cold prison and waiting to die. Do you remember what happened the last time you were cut off from all nature? Imagine that but for decades. You will want to die. But won't be able to. Tear it apart, tear it apart now!"

Alva clenched her fists tightly.
"No." She whispered "I won't do it."

"Now hold on just a damn minute!" Oliver stepped in "My friend here hasn't done anything wrong! In fact. This robot maid here is guilty..." He was cut off as the second officer activated his omni-tool.
"I'm getting readings of human DNA, but...There's something unusual. It is as if it's been enhanced."
He turned towards his superior "Sir, cross-referencing the codes she gave us, with the strange DNA. I think we're looking at a Spartan."
The Turian's eyes widened and he slowly started to lower his rifle, but did not put it down altogether.

"Well, shit."

Specialist Shining Wizard
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

Steve Rodgers: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)​

Steve glared as Ulfri displayed more strange powers, summoning a spectral being with one eye. His eyes turned to the Nameless One.
"Our first focus should be getting the civilians out of here."
He couldn't be sure of the conditions the aliens were keeping their captives in, but he wasn't about to take any chances. He didn't want to run after them, only to turn around and find that any of the captured civilians had been killed from their wounds.

He helped a child to her feet, a Dragonborn who's eyes and scales reminded him of the woman they'd found on the streets above. Although she scampered back, Rodgers reached a hand towards her.
"It's okay." He said, softly "We're here to get you back to your mother."
After a few moments, she took his hand and Steve got a look at her injuries. Some bruising on her hands and knees, but there was nothing severe that Steve could tell. He knew that internally, things could be very different.

"Can you walk?" He asked, getting a nod in response "Good."
He looked to the other captives in the sewer "Everybody listen up! I need everybody who can climb to head for the ladder, carry somebody who's wounded if you can and head for either a guard or the medical station. We'll cover your backs in case any of these things try to follow!"

A few of the civilians started to move back through the tunnel, eyeing their unlikely saviours as they passed them by.

Donder172 FistOfTheBorkStar zontar
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-

 

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae: The Western Graveyard, The Badlands
Namorae tilts her head. “Do you know them?” She asks Venkman worriedly. She still doesn’t understand much of this world, and she’ll continue to follow his lead.
The Mad Queen

Farator: The Windmill, Darkened Skies
Farator sighs, closing his eyes. “We have gone over the fact that I am a vampire. I need blood, not… whatever that is. And judging by your scent, you are the last person I should be taking it from.” Diabetes is not an ailment he is aware of, but Peter smells like he can’t afford to lose blood.
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[Rysesaka]

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

Victor and Headhunter saw some sort of a person with heavy robes hiding their face, waving at them although they can only see their eyes. Both of them are confused if the person is a kid who is going to pilot the spaceship or a person who suffers from dwarfism. As the Jawa began to speak a language that is incomprehensible to understand, Victor and Headhunter just looked at each other and shift their attention back to the Jawa when the Jawa began to speak English. Although Victor doesn't have a reaction to what the Jawa looks like, Headhunter has one as he assumes the pilot a kid.

"Are you sure you are the one who is going to handle this spaceship, kid?" Headhunter asked the Jawa curiously while Victor listens to an upcoming conversation.

The Mad Queen


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

Sandrino noticed the expression of Douglas when he said about the Banshee. Sandrino got confused as to why Douglas shakes his head when Sandrino mentioned about the Banshee.

"Yes, she mentioned about the Banshee. Judging by your expression, this Banshee is a strong individual, am I correct?" Sandrino waits for Douglas to respond.

Sandrino on the other hand, doesn't have anything to say about Chuck's daughter.

Freshet


Chris Walker
The Windmill
Darkened Skies, Gladius-III

Chris looks at Peter's snack bars, he just grunts as he express his disinterest to eat that kind of junk. On the other hand, Micheal said something about 'fierce animals' lurking outside the Windmill. He looks at the tunnel for a moment and then shift his attention back to Micheal.

"Fierce animals?" Chris chuckles as he looks at Micheal.

"Finally, something to eat out there, not unless you have delicious cooked foods here, old man. I haven't eat delicious food ever since I was confined in a mental asylum." Chris said.

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[billthesomething]

Postal Dude
Darkened Skies - Gladius-III (The Windmill)
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Postal Dude had been only been half listening to the whole conversation between the others, as he was far more focused on Champ who to his surprise was actually behaving, and the aforementioned mutt seemed to be content to just chase the children.

So hearing the old man mentioning predators and Chris's plan. "It's been a while since I've gone hunting. Don't mind if I join?"

 

[The Mad Queen]

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

Ilka took a shot of the bike using a device and nodded.
"I'll see what I can do. Craft's waiting outside, and your up-front pay's onboard. You can't miss it." She stood up from the table, but before she left the cantina she set a handheld, circular device on it "When you need extraction, use that and we'll pull out of of the north. Plane's just doing a fly-by as my contact can't risk the technology falling into the hands of the rats."

Without so much as a goodbye, the snake-like woman left the cantina, leaving the mercs to their own devices. Karla looked to Enforcer and smiled
"Only to open an umbrella if you're using it as a deadly weapon. I know." She grinned "I killed a man with an umbrella once, so I think I know how they work."
"I remember." Ser Richard nodded "I do have one question." The Paladin looked to King "If you end of taking this job, your Majesty then who shall protect this fine establishment?"

There was no sarcasm in his words at all, as if the Knight was being genuine with his words.
"Also as a Knight of the people, it is my duty to protect you should your Kingdom need you."

GearBlade654 Zerohex Freshet
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-

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

"I heard something just below us. It doesn't mean we're being followed, but we need to stay on our toes." Jolie said. With her rifle in front of her, she led the way towards a staircase. The railing had been torn off, hanging down to the stairwell below while the banisters were covered in a blackened dust. The result of more fighting against the hunger, no doubt Jolie thought.

She heard clattering again, coming from two floors down and started to move towards it. Every step was taken with caution, as she expected the damaged stairs to give way. They were cracked in multiple places, and like the banisters covered in the blackened dust. Making her way to a door, she stood to it's left and turned to Marcus.
"It could be on the other side." She whispered

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

"I read a book about them, back in Haven's Spear. I thought they were just a legend." He shook his head "I still hope they are, but I'll need to get this information to the other Mages, regardless."
He looked at the Half-Vampire "They're called the Skaven but back in my home universe they were, fictional."

"Think about it like this. Your own universe has stories and people that tell them. Stories that are made up. Bards read sonnets, people tell tales around campfires and authors write then down in books. Well, for one universe those stories are factual, and with reality blending together in this dimension that's meant that said stories had bled with the reality we know."

He paused, clearing this throat
"Does that make sense?"

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Harley Quinn: En-Route to New Metropolis (Gladius-IV)
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"I've been flying since before I could walk." The Jawa scoffed
"That makes no sense, like at all." Harley shook her head "Are you trying to tell me that your parents let you fly a spaceship while you still wore diapers?"
"It's just a saying."
"I know, I'm just messin' with ya, hon." Harley grinned
"If you would all take a seat, I'll get you where you're going in no-time."

Quinn walked up to Victor and Headhunter
"Is this your first time on a spaceship?" She asked "If so, I think ya should do as he says. It's gonna get bumpy."

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

"So the stories are true?" Peter asked "You only eat blood. That sounds like a health and safety nightmare. I mean, imagine how many potential blood-borne diseases there are!" He exclaimed "My goodness, there's almost too many to list."
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"We have a good supply of plums but some cooked goods too, among other things." Rosen said "I could offer you a delightful picnic basket."
He looked to Postal Dude next "I would join you, but I need to stay down here. These people need my powers and my poetry to stay alive and stay happy on this otherwise horrible planet."

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

"Alright." Jim replied in a stern tone, the alien have explained that he isn't what this Great Hunger he envisioned. The alien also explained about the faction called the Covenant which Jim didn't care of. Jim decides to stop acting hostile towards the alien since both of them are just lost. Really lost. Jim can't even recognize Gotham anymore although there are some locations that is familiar to him like the East End.

Jim shift his attention to the man and asked,

"Is there any safezones here? I hardly recognized Gotham because of this Great Hunger you've mentioned."

The Mad Queen Specialist

"I'd head towards LexCorp tower. Deeper in the city." The man said "Listen, I gotta get home or my husband will worry about where I've run off to."
He started to walk away.

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

"Yeah." CJ said in a casual tone as he takes a seat, waiting for the female Krogan to give CJ a pen as he stretches.

"By tha' way, whass yo' name?" CJ casually asked the the female Krogan's name.

"Karen." She said "Oh, and if the paperwork is too much we could always do an interview. Normally we don't do that here, but it's a slow business day so what the hell."

Alfred Pennyworth
The Spa
Bliss, Gladius-II

Alfred would suddenly wake up from his sleep after the blue light appeared on his dream but the problem is that he wake up on the pool, due to the sudden reaction of waking up, he almost drowned on the pool but because Alfred is a military trained individual of the British SAS despite the age, he is able to balance himself in the pool. He takes a deep breath after he almost drowned and he quickly get out of the pool.

While he is wet, he observed his surroundings and Alfred got really confused as to how he get here in this very modern.. spa. He scratched his head for a bit as he doesn't know what to do because of the confusion.

"Where the bloody hell am I?" Alfred questioned himself as he observed his surroundings despite the confusion.

The Mad Queen

A few guests, dressed in swimwear started to move away from the sudden arrival. They did not panic, but rather moved in an orderly fashion towards the exits. While there were humans among them, there was a mixture of species. Two Elven women with almost gold-like skin had been talking with a Hanar before seeing Alfred and a few Trill were present as well.

Within mere moments, Alfred was approached by someone carrying a towel. While they appeared to be human at a glance, there was something off about them. Their smile almost boarded on uncanny valley territory, and then there was the eyes:

"Are you alright sir? You appear to be in distress."
He wore a white tunic and trousers, making his uniform match the walls of the spa.