Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

[darkred]

John Dunbar

The man literally came without his usual coat and things, mostly dressed down for the occasion and blinks "Why is this place crawling with critters and spiderwebs (He thinks the place is a mess)"
The man raises a eyebrow "Hallowwhat?" "Oktobe-" "What are you guys talking about?"

All these modern holidays confuse him.

So he finds a seat at the bar and gets a beer, instead.

@Whomever Haz.
​

 

[Critic Ham]

• The Doomed Storyline
• Hyperspace Arsenal

• 
  
  The hacker simply gave me a nervous expression and a grin that told me just how screwed he thought he was. I narrowed my eyes. No, I wouldn’t beat him to a pulp. I just wanted to find out why he was trying to hack into my suit and let him off with a warning. Also, a mysterious costume that was similar to candy bar wrapping appeared in my hand. Huh, wondered how it got there?
  
  Another few moments passed and I jumped the hacker in an attempt to stuff him into the suit. A blue-skinned human with pointed ears burst through the door, demanding to know what was happening. However, the costume he saw in my hands would answer his question. I stood still to give the newcomer a glare. It sent a message. This is between me and him, not you, get out.
  
  
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• 
  
  
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
  Status:
  
  SpOoKy
  
  Enraged: Rest in peace the poor fool.
  
  Cash: 20
  
  Equipment:
  
  Praetor Suit: A Hell-forged suit of armor that increases Doomguy's stats and protects him from environmental hazards. Comes equipped with a shoulder mounted rocket and a blade. All other functions disabled.
  
  Vega: An A.I. that can speak for and assist the Doom Marine.
  
  UAC Pistol: Standard sidearm that deals little damage, but can be charged for extra damage and has infinite ammo.
  
  Combat Shotgun: Strandard shotgun that deals moderate amounts of damage and has a grappling hook to allow increase mobility.
  
  Chainsaw: Melee weapon that spawns oodles of ammo upon killing an enemy.
  
  Daisy the Bunny: Doomguy's pet bunny. She reminds him of better days.
  
  Interactions:
  
  Rhysie playing as Rhys
  
  darkred playing as Jak​
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[darkred]

Dark Jak/Demon King- Age ???




A rather loud and unholy voice came out of the demon who had taken refuge in Jak's head.

"Heh, so I wasted my time watching Rhys being stuffed into a "Candy" costume."

"I swear, fucking Jak making me bust in here for nothing."

He noticed Doomguy and muttered "I get stuck in this guy's head and now I deal with a man who burst through Hell. "

Critic Ham ​

 

[Sleek]

• Asriel Dreemurr
• Status, Inventory, and Mentions

• 
  Thankfully unnoticed by the patrons of the bar...so far, Asriel woke up in a corner booth. After the split second of heart-wrenching panic brought on by the sudden transition from the ruins of the Underground to some bar populated by what looked like everything the universe had to offer, he was glad that he wasn't in the middle of it all.
  
  While still a kid, he knew a bar when he saw one, and was faintly reminded of Grillby's. Though he didn't know anyone here, and they all looked a lot older than him. This was a first for him, despite having gone through hell and messing with time itself.
  
  He ran a hand through the fur on his head, and then blinked. Asriel had been so caught up in what had happened he had forgotten that he was somehow alive, and not a flower. It seemed like something to celebrate, so he gently made his way to the bar, avoiding people as he went in order not to be caught under foot.
  
  It took him a second, but he finally got through the crowd and onto a barstool. He cleared his throat and asked in a meek voice.
  
  "Do you have any soda?"
  
  While he waited, he noticed a couple people sitting next to him, an old guy in armor and a guy in a suit. He waved to them, smiling the whole time.
  
• 
  Asriel
  Physical Health: 100%
  Mental Health: 100%
  Status: A little dazed.
  
  Gear: The clothes on his back, and a golden locket.
  
  Mentions: Haz. (Adachi) jigglesworth (Baird)
  

 

[jigglesworth]

• Damon Baird
• Thel 'Vadam

• 
  
  
  [Corporal Damon S. Baird]
  {Money: 730$}
  {Status: Healthy, undamaged}
  {Equipment/Items: Chainsaw Lancer, Gnasher Shotgun, Boltok, Bolo Grenades}
  {Armor/Clothing: Personal COG osmium-polyethylene armor}
  {Abilities: Summon JACK}
  {Interactions: Haz. Sleek } ​
  
  As Baird was slurping his problems away, someone sat on the stool next to him, ordering a beer as well. Damon was worried he'd try and talk to him, and unfortunately his worries became a reality. On the upside, he was complaining about Libra not letting them sleep, so he can't be too bad. Upon him speaking directly to the Gear, he failed to stifle a sigh. "Yeah, I get it," was how he began, "but seeing as the crackhead who runs our lives now is a robot, it's not too surprising he won't let us sleep." He downed the rest of his pint, getting another immediately after. "I've half a mind to strip him down to scrap and build a more competent bot. At least that one won't feed us depression fueled, 48-hour energy alcohol." Still, beer's a beer, and Baird wants to drink something. As he spoke, he also noticed a smaller... thing, smiling and waving towards the two of them. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe he was just in a better mood, but he raised his beer to the kid as a acknowledging gesture.
• 
  
  
  [Thel 'Vadam]
  {Money: 250$}
  {Status: Healthy, punctured shoulder}
  {Equipment/Items: SRS99D-S2 AM, Type-1 Energy Sword, Type-51 Carbine, Type-25 DEP}
  {Armor/Clothing: Armor of the Arbiter, Dragon Tail, Dragon Wings}
  {Abilities: Invisibility, Super Strength}
  {Interactions: QizPizza } ​
  
  Once Emile finished speaking, Thel was about to excuse himself to patch up his shoulder. A wrench was thrown in that plan once the lights switched off, leaving them in darkness. As soon as they turned off, different lights turned on to show they were in a completely different building. Instead of the rundown warehouse, they were in what looked like a bar. Thel never visited one, but he knows what they look like, and that humans really like them. Usually, they get intoxicated with alcoholic drink and fill themselves with food. What they were doing here was soon to be explained, he imagined, but not before they were approached by a particularly suspicious individual. Suspicious, of course, because of his flaming skull and aggressive demeanor. They got attacked too often for him to let his guard down to something like this, but he eventually settled once he revealed himself to be Rodimus. Didn't really ease his desire to berate the robot.
  
  Rodimus told them all to get costumes on for "Halloween" and "Oktoberfest", human celebrations. Thel was heavily reluctant to do any of this. He may not want the destruction of humans anymore, but he still finds such ways of celebration silly. What are they even celebrating, a month? Though, it seems Emile is following along, and he seems the least likely of all of them to do so. Perhaps Thel can humor the humans for one day, and maybe it'll help convince Emile he isn't hellbent on the annihilation of humanity anymore. So he makes his own trip to the bathroom, which was not fit for Sangheili at all. He's probably the only one here who isn't shaped somewhat like a human, so it's not all that surprising. The Sangheili goes to the outfit printer, trying to come up with a costume. Something human related, something that's in the spirit of "spooky". Dragons? Yeah, that's spooky. Once Thel gets his things, he just attaches the costume to his armor, walking out afterwards bedecked in red, from the spiked tail, the wings on his back, as well as his spray painted armor. He also got a cloth to wrap his shoulder in, since he never got a chance to do that at the HQ.
  
  He made a quick trip to the bar, getting simply a glass of water. Then, Thel sits at Emile's table, fumbling for a few second with his tail and wings. Eventually, his tail stuck up behind up with his wings probably in the way of someone walking by. He takes off his helmet, setting it aside. 'Vadam begins to sip from his water, but because of his mandibles being in the way, he uses a straw to get it in. After a sip or two, the Sangheili looks towards the SPARTAN, deciding on his words. "What is the point of these 'celebrations' anyways?" he said, expressing his confusion with human customs.

 

[darkred]

General John Connor



The other man eyed Corporal Baird and decided to sit next to him a bit . Within earshot, the General sat down and frowned "It would of been different back home, Corporal. Not every day, your lives are in the hands of robots. Especially after spending years leading armies against the AI, Skynet. He kept the muttering down low within Baird's earshot.

He blinked, once he saw a young, talking goat walking toward the bar area, sitting in a bench next to him and Baird. Then again I'm glad Skynet hasn't been stupid enough to step foot here."

He frowned.

"Not everyday, you see a kid goat-thing walk into a bar, but then again there's a little bit of everyone these days. "

He nodded "Welcome to the group, kid, what's your .. name?"


jigglesworth (Corporal Baird) Anyone Sleek [/USER]​

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Marie - intoxicated

"Pah, he'll be fine!" Marie reassured Eclipsa, watching on. She briefly thanked the bartender for the drink, taking a burning sip of the alcoholic beverage. She hadn't gotten drunk many times, being just barely old enough back in Inkopolis, and while she mildly regretted each instance, it was usually a good time in the moment. So why not get a little chummy with the folks she'd be working with for the foreseeable future? Marie didn't see the immediate issue.

Speaking of, it seemed there was a little fuss in the stalls, as some kind of timid businessman in a familiar-looking candy costume (labelled "REESE'S", which did not ring a bell) was escorted out of the stalls by Doomguy, dressed in some crazy skeleton's attire. Marie raised an eyebrow, taking another shot of her whiskey. Beneath the mindless burning sensation on her tongue and all over her throat was a peculiar aftertaste, like... everything "good" about sawdust, the smell of wood, and perhaps a hint of Calamari County, Marie supposed.

Next to the immediate taste was the numbing effect. She could practically feel herself becoming drunk as her thoughts became fuzzy and distorted. She imagined, for a brief moment, a smaller version of herself in her head sitting back and simply watching the chaos unfold. She chuckled at the thought of letting herself become irresponsible. She shook her head, focusing back on the present. She asked Eclipsa, "You gonna order anything, dear?"

( P.y.r.a.m.i.d as both Archer and Eclipsa, and a brief mention of Critic Ham as Doomguy and Rhysie as Rhys)

 

[Haz.]

• Adachi
• Magatsu-Izanagi
• Status

• I chuckled in response to baldy's comment. It's not often you see someone ballsy enough to say something like that about a giant, retarded robot, especially not when they're in the same cramped building as you. We were barely seconds into our conversation, but he was bold enough to speak his mind to a total stranger who could rat him out at any time. That's something even I had to respect.
  "Heh, I'd pay to see that. Good thing I'm already depressed, anyway." I choked back another laugh with my third shot of beer. If I hadn't built up enough alcohol tolerance to down a liquor factory in one go, I'd probably have zapped the dumbass robot already.
  From the corner of my eye, I spotted a weird... uhh...
  Yeah, I couldn't really tell what it was. The white fur, long snout and huge-ass ears made it look like a goat, but the green sweater, pants and its """"intelligent"""" nature made it look like a kid. I decided to just say fuck it and assume it was both. The fact that anything still surprised me in this world was a surprising fact by itself.
  "What are you guys supposed to be, anyway?" I diverted my attention back to the bald guy as I took another shot.
  
• 
  
  

  Persona Name	Persona-User	Arcana
  Magatsu-Izanagi	Tohru Adachi	Hunger
  Skill	Effect
  Atom Smasher	Create a flurry of simultaneous slashes in a large AOE around the target. If it misses, roll a 1/d5 to inflict Fear on the target.
  Maziodyne	Fire a medium-ranged beam of electricity capable of striking multiple targets.
  Ghastly Wail	Inflict increased damage to Afraid targets.

• 
  
  
  
  Status: Annoyed
  
  Condition: Healthy
  
  Equipment:
  - A New Nambu M60 revolver.
  
  Abilities:
  - Adachi's Persona, the Tempter of the Void, Magatsu-Izanagi
  
  Interactions: jigglesworth (Damon S. Baird), darkred (John Connor), Sleek (Asriel Dreemurr)
  
  

 

[Sleek]

• Asriel Dreemurr
• Status, Inventory, and Mentions.

• 
  
  Asriel was at least glad that out of the three responses he got, two were friendly enough. The man in the suit seemed upset. Asriel decided not to press him.
  
  "My name's Asriel, Asriel Dreemirr."
  
  He said, answering John Connor.
  Everytime he talked, the fangs on the front of his mouth flashed in the light.
  
  "I'm a Monster."
  
  He said, answering Adachi.
  
  "Nice to meet you! I'm.....not from around here. Where am I?"
  
  He said, looking around again.
  While he seemed nice enough, it didn't take a psychologist to figure out that he seemed a little on guard. Who could blame him?
  
  "This all feels a bit strange. And I thought kids weren't allowed here?"
  
  
• 
  Asriel Dreemurr
  Physical Health: 100%
  Mental Health: 100%
  
  Status: Warming up.
  
  Mentions: darkred (John Connor) Haz. (Adachi) jigglesworth (Baird)
  

 

[jigglesworth]

[Corporal Damon S. Baird]
{Money: 730$}
{Status: Healthy, undamaged}
{Equipment/Items: Chainsaw Lancer, Gnasher Shotgun, Boltok, Bolo Grenades}
{Armor/Clothing: Personal COG osmium-polyethylene armor}
{Abilities: Summon JACK}
{Interactions: Haz. Sleek darkred } ​

General Connor, who Baird had met before, joined the few at the bar. "For better or for worse," he said to the General's comment on robot's running our lives. Damon has always been partial to robots instead of humans, but being controlled by either is equally as bad. From the sounds of it, he has experience with AI trying to take over the human race. Fun.

The kid "monster", as he described himself, asked a few questions. "We're in the Valhalla bar. Get used to that 'strange' feeling, you'll be getting it a lot." Baird wasn't surprised kids were allowed in here, considering Libra had no problem employing children for their own business. Focusing back to Adachi's question, asking the Gear what he's dressed as, he drank a bit more before speaking. "I dressed as me," he said, hoping that conveys his distaste for the idea of dolling up. "Why would I dress up when what I'm wearing is comfortable? Doesn't make any sense."

 

[GearBlade654]

Reynauld
Equipment: Damaged Longsword, Damaged Suit of Armor, Bottle of Holy Water, The Light's Favor, An Inactive Stand
Status: Neutral
Condition: Longsword and Suit of Armor damaged
Stress: 10/200 (takin' it easy)

The crusader had flipped his helmet up and was taking good bites out of a bratwurst sausage. Reynauld was enjoying this calm from the chaos that was the previous fight. So this was... Halloktoberfest? The Hamlet had something similar called "Mardis Gras", with drinks being handed out like candy. Reynauld never personally went to the tavern, choosing instead for a prayer to the Light. That said, Reynauld enjoyed food like anyone else.
As Reynauld took a bite out of a pile of sauerkraut, the crusader noticed something... odd. He looked to his left, and saw his hunch was correct-a woman Reynauld had not seen earlier was now... there.
Reynauld decided to carefully investigate, unsure what this woman was doing here. Reynauld let his forkful of sauerkraut sit in the bowl as he walked to the woman, opting to go for a polite approach in the event that this woman meant no harm.
Once Reynauld was in speaking distance of the woman, Reynauld decided to speak.
"Pardon me ma'am, but may I ask who you are and how you got here?"
P.y.r.a.m.i.d (Eclipsa Butterfly)

 

[GearBlade654]

Dismas
Equipment: Padded Overcoat
Status: Ooh, bunny
Condition: Tipsy
Stress: 0/200

Dismas was chugging down his second glass of beer when he spotted Daisy hopping around, eating carrots by either stealing them or by someone simply handing it to her. Dismas decided to humor the bunny further, so he called for one carrot just to hand the bunny when Daisy came by.
Once Dismas handed over the carrot, he was finishing up his second glass of beer. Once that second glass of beer was finished, Dismas decided to stop ordering glasses.
And start ordering entire mugs.
Within seconds Dismas was chugging down a rather large mug of mead.
(Open for interaction)
Critic Ham (didn't openly interact with Doomguy but gave Daisy a carrot)

 

[P.y.r.a.m.i.d]

(Eclipsa's Trial so you can know her voice and character sorta. I LOVE HER VOICE!!!)

Eclipsa

"Well, Marie was it? I would prefer if you did not call me dear. I do have about 300 years of age on you, respecting those older than you is important you know." Eclipsa told Marie, she could tell the squid girl was slightly intoxicated from only having a small drink of alcohol. Eclipsa herself had never been one to drink, at the royal balls that were held during her time as queen she had always chosen to remain sober, "I don't think I will be drinking anything sweetie. Alcoholic beverages have never been my thing, although they can make people do some funny things." Eclipsa said, laughing behind her hand as she watched Archer stumble around while he was talking to Yuuki.

Eclipsa scanned the room of people, taking in her newfound surroundings. This was definitely a weird place... but there was one thing she loved about it. It seemed as if the monster's and humans here got along perfectly. She spotted a little monster boy, he couldn't have been more than 12 years old, chatting away with 2 older men without fear of being maimed for being his species. The looks on the men's faces weren't that of disgust, they seemed genuinely invested in the conversation, they could care less of what the monster boy was. All the people around Eclipsa didn't seem to bat an eye at Marie, Asriel, Papyrus, or any of the other monsters in the room. In Eclipsa's eyes, it was nothing short of a paradise... if only her love could see this... then they would finally be able to love each other without fear.

Without worry of being hunted for their forbidden romance.

Eclipsa sighed a breath of relief, it was truly beautiful. Noticing Reynauld and snapping out of her thought, Eclipsa smiled, "My name is Eclipsa Butterfly sir. As for how I came to be here, I don't know. I assume it had something to do with a dimensional rift being accidentally opened and pulling me into this world." It was not uncommon to travel dimensions in Eclipsa's world, this was also an opportunity for Eclipsa to gain some knew knowledge. She most certainly didn't want to leave if people and monsters got along so perfectly well. Eclipsa stood and started to walk over to the young monster boy who was talking with the two older men. She smiled as he sat on the stool and chatted with the men so easily, "Why hello little one, my I ask what your name is?" Eclipsa asked the monster boy. He reminded her of Meteora, Eclipsa's daughter back home, she instantly had taken a liking to Asriel.

( Ferociousfeind GearBlade654 Sleek )

 

[GearBlade654]

Ludwig
Equipment: Corrupted Platemail
Status: Neutral, little confused about the weird lights
Condition: OK
Stress: 0/200

As the party went on, a figure in black armor walked up to the festive Libra Base. Ludwig Danzinger, warrior of the Hamlet, was clutching in his hand a letter.
Ludwig carefully reviewed his letter, noting that this was the place. Ludwig lowered the letter as he walked up to the Libra Base door.
Ludwig, before knocking, gave himself a good look. His platemail was holding up fairly well, but one thing was tugging at Ludwig's gut as he looked over himself.
Then it hit him. The eldritch corruption that let Ludwig mutate his left arm into various weapons was dormant. Hopefully the place had some way to reawaken the corruption.
Ludwig shrugged, then he knocked on the door three times.
(Open for interaction)

 

[Chungchangching]

Vitan Armerstannie

Spoiler: Information

Status: Tense
Cash: 410$
Inventory: Thompson Submachine Gun, Glock 17 and A Butterfly Knife
Abilities: 『Jinx!』『A Stand?』
With: QizPizza (Delsin Rowe)

"This is your first time drinking isn't, Dracula?"

Vitan glanced at the man with curiosity in her eyes and an arched eyebrow, casually drawing shapes on the counter in front of her, wondering who the heck is he and why is he talking to her? Is he here to take advantage of her when she gets drunk?! He even called himself a 'devilishly handsome superhero' not realizing he was joking, thinking the guy is an egocentric bastard. The paranoid girl suddenly tensed up as her unreasonable mind told her to stay away from this guy but she knows if she keeps listening to her to the bad parts broken irrational mind she won't get actual comrades in this place so she ignored the terrible thoughts on her head and decided to respond, he seemed decent enough.

"Yes, yes it is." She responded with a forced smile on her face keeping her tense posture, still awaiting her drink but she'll just pass the time by having a conversation with this guy. "What's your name, buddy?" She asked, resting her shivery hands on the counter, expecting some kind of response, a nice one hopefully.​

 

[ManyFaces]

Spoiler: Wes Status and Inventory

Physically
Feeling Pretty Good
Mentally
Bored
Items
Walking Cane- A fancy cane that makes the user 25% faster

Thulecite Club- A spiked club made of thulecite that cab summon shadowy tentacles

Blowdart Gun- A blowdart gun that can shoot an assortment of darts, including fiery molten ones

Balloonomancy- Can make infinite balloons... No one knows where they come from but they do hurt when popped
Powers
Mime Magic- Making Invisible stuff with hand motions
-$900

Wes didn't mind the man in a baseball costume approaching him. He supposed the way he sat in the corner and stared emptily at everyone as they lost their mind in alcohol brought him to the cool kids corner. The mime acknowledged his presence with a nod causing the bells on his jester costume to give a light jingle.
The mime went back to staring and drinking his fruit punch until another guy came over, this one appearing much younger. Wes was ready to accept him with open arms until he realized how absolutely drunk this guy was. In fact Wes started moving away, feeling as though something bad was going to happen soon. And it did, the dude in the baseball costume got a nice splash of liquor to his costume. That was Wes sign to head to another corner of the room and do something else cool.
Smoking, of course he smoked, he was French!
Wes backed away and started flicking his thumb against his index finger causing the air around it to have a wavering effect. Then he pulled out something else invisible, holding it between his other hand in his middle and index finger. Lighting his invisible cigarette in the corner. His newfound powers actually caused this invisible cigarette to have the scent of tobacco to it. Though the effects were unclear to the mime. He just knew that smoking was another thing cool and or rich people did.

Anyone @anyonewhowantstochillwiththecoolmime

 

[Nightwisher]

• Shilo Saga
• Pallet Glacemen
• Interactions

• 
  
  
  
  

  
  ~Shilo Saga~
  Location: Libra Base
  Inventory: N/A
  Currency: 2300
  Power: Light Control
  Mood: Alert, in character,
  Condition: Minor head injury (nearly healed)​
  The quest had gone, seemingly, well. Though, it had been rather odd all around… Shilo still hadn’t wrapped her head around exactly what had happened when she made it into the Libra base, only to be assaulted with bright lights. “Fucking Christ.” The assassin said, raising an arm to cover her eyes until they adjusted to the annoying colors. She scoffed at the scene, stepping away from everyone else. Shilo didn’t want to be apart of this, but at the same time there was a part of her that understood that this would be a bonding experience, a way to make allies; which she would need if she was going to continue being any amount of affective to the Libra gang. Shilo turned back, crossing her arms over her chest as she listened to Rodimus’s explanation for the change in lighting, as well as outward appearance. Great…
  
  Shilo made her way to the bathroom, careful to keep as much distance between herself and everyone else as she could. Did she really want to try dressing up? She didn’t know these people well enough to let her guard down, and fun really wasn’t her shtik… but if she looked like she was a hard-ass, it would be harder to get certain allies. Sighing, Shilo finally stepped toward the costume printer and found one that she liked. She printed it off and stepped into the stall.
  
  The raven haired woman emerged from the stall wearing skin tight leather pants, a black corset style lace crop top, and four inch, strappy black heels. Her hair was tied fully back into a ponytail, her face fully visible. The scar that she normally hid was pink against her pale skin, though not as pink as the lights, so that helped a bit. Shilo shrugged her new leather jacket on over her crop top. The leather jacket fit better than her old one, and had more zippers on it. Though, it was really more for show, tonight. She wouldn’t be able to fit her weapons underneath it nearly as well as her everyday wear.
  
  Spoiler: Outfit

  

  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  
  The woman stepped out of the bathroom and looked around the room once more, trying to pinpoint someone that she knew, or could at least try to talk to. However, there didn’t seem to be many that she cared for at the moment. The assassin took a deep breath through her nose and stepped further into the room, heading toward the bar. Shilo ordered a whiskey ginger then turned her back to the bar, leaning against it as she sipped her drink. She’d seen Artemis and Carmen in bars enough to know how to pretend to act. She slipped into character rather well, though her eyes still scanned through room with a more contempt and unease. Despite trying to play a character, Shilo still was not comfortable enough to fully fill the role. Nonetheless, she would try.
• 
  
  
  
  

  
  ~Pallet Glacemen~
  Location: Libra Base
  Inventory: Folia Auream (A golden knife)
  Currency: 1000
  Power: Elemental control over fire and water, healing, and Demon form
  Mood: Entertained, happy
  Condition: Healthy​
  As soon as Rodimus said there were costume printers, Pallet knew exactly what she was going to do. The Demon found Audun in the crowd and looked him over, memorizing every bit of his armor that she could before she disappeared into the bathroom. She approached the nearest free printer and found exactly what she wanted. Audun’s armor, however, it was a bit more feminine. Slightly more form fitting, but nothing over the top. Honestly, Pallet enjoyed this idea far more than she should have. Nonetheless, she slipped into one of the stalls and slid the armor on. It wasn’t heavy, as it wasn’t true armor, it offered no protection, but it looked real and that was all that she wanted.
  
  The young Demonness stepped from the bathroom stall and marched right out into public view. She searched through the slight in the helm until she pinpointed Audun once more. She smirked, though it was hidden, and walked forward, maneuvering through the crowd until she was near enough to him. “How do you like my costume?” She asked. “Demon, I will slay you.” Pallet said, shaking her fist. She had made her voice deeper, though, it was still very feminine and even cute.
• 
  Shilo Saga
  Interactions: N/A
  Mentions: Rodimus ( Haz. )
  
  Pallet Glacemen
  Interactions: Audun ( QizPizza )
  Mentions: Rodimus
  

 

[adore]

With a frown on her brow and her body standing completely still, Kassandra took in what was going on around her. It was definitely some kind of feast, but none like she'd ever, ever seen before. Instead of politicians and aristocrats, the partygoers seemed to be pretty much any kind of living thing. Instead of wine, the lingering smell was sweat and some substance she couldn't make out. Instead of it taking place outdoors, it was inside in a place that seemed much too cramped to host this many people. The Greek kept a confused look on her face while looking around for a few minutes, only eventually deciding to step through the crowd and go towards a certain table, taking a seat wherever she could.

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Marie - intoxicated

"Woah," said the inkling, raising her hands, "I've... got the memo. You're older than you look, and I shouldn't call you 'dear'. Nooo... no problem." She didn't seem to take the request too seriously, smiling to herself for whatever reason. What was so funny was yet to be disclosed, but she was finding joy in something, at least. She reached for her whiskey, taking another sip, before placing it back on the counter. It seared her throat, yes, but the aftertaste of sawdust and freshly-chopped wood, it was probably worth it.

Marie turned to inspect the rest of the bar, and spotted Vitan, also at the counter, with a drink. "Hey, Vitan! Is this guy giving you some trouble?" she asked, perhaps a little too loudly, nonetheless willing to protect what she saw as a friend, regardless of Vitan's assessment of the situation. She inspected the drink Vitan had ordered, and was surprised to hear that she had never had alcohol. "Leave her be, if she wants a simple beer, that's fine, alright, tough guy?" Marie said towards Delsin, again feeling the need to defend her newfound friend.

( P.y.r.a.m.i.d as Eclipsa, Chungchangching as Vitan, QizPizza as Delsin)

 

[Sleek]

• Asriel Dreemurr
• Status, Inventory, Mentions

• 
  Asriel looked over, and smiled at Eclipsa. He was surprised that everyone was acting so friendly, considering how....cruel, his death at the hands of humanity had been.
  Still, he didn't ask. He figured that maybe the humans here were a bit nicer, at least for now.
  
  "I'm Asriel, Asriel Dreemurr. What's your name?"
  
  He said. While he was trying to be polite, it had been so long since he had used any social skills that Asriel was struggling to remember how best to go about it.
  Though, he noticed that Eclipsa.....genuinely seemed to like him, despite them just meeting. The notion reassured him, considering the chaos of the crowd nearby.
  
  "I'm....new here."
  
  It seemed like a fair assumption, considering everyone else seemed to at the least recognize each other.
  As he thought about it, he fidgeted with the locket around his neck, looking around a little before returning his eyes to Eclipsa.
  
  "Does anyone know why this happened?"
  
  He asked, to her and to the rest of them at the bar. The guy in the suit seemed like he probably wouldn't answer, or would answer with a smart-mouthed response, the man in armor looked like he might give Asriel a straight answer, and so did the man in fatigues and Eclipsa.
• 
  Asriel Dreemurr
  Physical Health: 100%
  Mental Health: 100%
  
  Status: Getting Bearings.
  
  Inventory: Nothing but the clothes on his back (Sweater, cargo pants) and a golden locket.
  Abilities: Inherent Monster Magic (Fire)
  
  Mentions: P.y.r.a.m.i.d (Eclipsa) Haz. (Adachi) jigglesworth (Baird) darkred (John Connor)
  

 

[Haz.]

• Adachi
• Magatsu-Izanagi
• Status

• I shrugged. Guy's got a point: why would you put on a garbage costume that'll just make you sweaty and uncomfortable? Not like it'd look good on you, anyway. Well, whatever. At least I'm not the one who looks stupid here.
  When the goat started asking questions, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Where's that dumbass robot when you need him? They really needed to come up with a more efficient way of briefing any poor moron who stumbles into this place than just shooting flaming envelopes at them. Who even came up with that stupid idea, anyway?
  I refilled my glass, slinked off the plush leather stool and wandered aimlessly into the crowd. Even if I don't find someone more entertaining, at least I'll get a good look at the zoo animals that wander this place.
  
  - Adachi is open for interaction.
• 
  
  

  Persona Name	Persona-User	Arcana
  Magatsu-Izanagi	Tohru Adachi	Hunger
  Skill	Effect
  Atom Smasher	Create a flurry of simultaneous slashes in a large AOE around the target. If it misses, roll a 1/d5 to inflict Fear on the target.
  Maziodyne	Fire a medium-ranged beam of electricity capable of striking multiple targets.
  Ghastly Wail	Inflict increased damage to Afraid targets.

• 
  
  
  
  Status: Annoyed
  
  Condition: Healthy
  
  Equipment:
  - A New Nambu M60 revolver.
  
  Abilities:
  - Adachi's Persona, the Tempter of the Void, Magatsu-Izanagi
  
  Interactions: jigglesworth (Damon S. Baird), darkred (John Connor), Sleek (Asriel Dreemurr)
  
  

 

[GinkyGotBack]

Yuuki Yoshida

Yuuki was a little impressed that the guys' magic could take the stains out of his costume, but he was still pissed off at how stupid he was being. Yuuki took the whiskey and downed it one go, worried that it'd get knocked out of his hands sooner or later by this drunken idiot. When he had finished his drink, Yuuki shook his head and exhaled, wondering what had gone through Archer's mind that it would be alright to annoy him.

"Japan. Is Japan a place where you come from, or do you come from some backward medieval world or some shit like that?"

[ P.y.r.a.m.i.d ]​

 

[Chungchangching]

Vitan Armerstannie

Spoiler: Information

Status: Tense
Cash: 410$
Inventory: Thompson Submachine Gun, Glock 17 and A Butterfly Knife
Abilities: 『Jinx!』『A Stand?』
With: QizPizza (Delsin Rowe) Ferociousfeind (Marie)

"Hey, Vitan! Is this guy giving you some trouble?"

Vitan was about to take a sip from her first drink while looking at the guy but got interrupted in the process, making her withdraw the glass of beer a bit to turn her head to the source of the familiar voice, seeing the squid girl she talked to at the mission of defeating that weird sentient blade that got pounded to pieces, still salty that the teenager destroyed it instead of her but she's too intimidated by the strength and power of his stand to actually confront him about it, anyway. She can always do it again when there's another guy to defeat.

"Leave her be, if she wants a simple beer, that's fine, alright, tough guy?"

She flashed a small wave towards Marie. "N-No, no! It's fine, lady!!" Vitan reassured her with a calm tone on her voice, stuttering a bit trying to make sure that Marie doesn't scare the guy away-- Wait, is she drunk? Oh well, that doesn't matter, all that matters now is that she doesn't scare Delsin off and judging by how wasted she is, that's probably going to happen but she might take my reassuring words seriously and go on with her day, hopefully. I actually want to see if this guy is nice or not, he probably isn't but it wouldn't hurt to find out herself, thinking about the bright side, It's not like he's going to go suddenly batshit insane and suddenly harm her.
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[SymbioticWebslinger]

Albein "Alm" Rudolf
Equipment: Valentia Falchion
Condition: Hungover
HP: 40/50 (-5 headache debuff, -5 nausea debuff)
​

Only recently having gotten used to the swaying and swerving of his new world, Alm finally had the sweet relief of intoxication. Despite being raised in a village where ale was regularly brewed, Alm was lightweight. After a few swigs of his mug of ale, he fell face-first into the table of his booth. He began to drool as his brain drifted into the dream world. He could finally see Celica, his wife and queen, clearly since he'd been dropped into this world.

His story began in Ram Village, his home town. It was a reoccurring dream that Alm had been receiving for the past days and he was also finally getting used to his mindscape now as well. He was greeted by his late cousin, Berkut, and his also dead father in welcome arms. This was the only true family that Alm had and he killed them in defense. In the land of dreams, Alm could easily place them back to his story. He cried in their arms as every time, clutching their arms like it was the only time he could. Suddenly, he fell forward onto the ground, the bodies disappearing as phantoms into the air. As he hit the ground, he fell into a different realm.

Now he was in Zofia castle just after they had taken it, now being accepted by members of a rebel alliance, the deliverance. Faces he hadn't seen alive for a while, Alm also hugged them, knowing the outcome. Python the archer and Mathilda the Paladin were there. Men and women who's names escaped him also filled the throne room and he embraced them all the same. Eventually, his hand was taken by a man named Kliff, one of his best friends before his untimely death at the hands of Slayde, the vile Cavalier. Kliff led Alm to the throne. As he sat down, tears running down his face he was transported once more, the final act of this vision.

At this point, Alm was in the Regelian Castle. Familiar yet dead faces all the same greeted him. Delthea, a young village maiden gone mad by the work of a mad alchemist, Silque, a very important Cleric from Novis island killed at the hands of a terrible creature known only as a terror, and finally Count Mycen, the man he believed to be his grandfather. This time, they only stood in front of him, waiting for instruction. Just as he opened his mouth, his request was served. There she was, Celica, in all of her beauty. From her red hair, to her wonderful figure, Alm could never ave a better woman to call wife. Just as he leaned to kiss her, her head flew straight off of her body. Behind, was a shadowy figure that emitted red mist and wore a grim smile. He rose his dark blade, and stabbed straight through his face.

Alm hit his head on the table at his sudden awakening. He wiped a tear and a bit of drool off of his face with his now filthy and tattered garb. He hadn't bothered to change since he was dropped into this world. So far, Alm had kept a low profile, seen only in the back of crowds and in the general society. When he wiped the drool from his mouth, Alm realized he had grown a bit of a shadow on his jaw and above his lip. It was itchy, sure, but Alm had never really had the feeling of maturity that came with facial hair even if he was 28 and a king. Alm doesn't know why he thought these things, and he may never know.

He had finally gained the confidence to raise his head at the rest of the tenants of the bar. Just as he did, he immediately regretted it. The strangers that he remembered the looks of had changed their entire being. Alm sighed and sat back in the booth, tired as ever. And that is when the headache kicked in. He instinctively placed both hands to his forehead, driving his hands through his hair. He picked up dust an a bug through the ratted hair. Alm belched and looked back at the table he sat to.

OPEN TO INTERACTION

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[GearBlade654]

Dismas
Equipment: Padded Overcoat
Status: Surprised. He might as well be Irrational, just not actually insane
Condition: Drunk
Stress: 0/200

The highwayman had just downed a second mug of mead, before falling from his chair. Dismas was most definitely drunk now, as expected. The sound of Dismas falling on the ground caused Reynauld to shoot a very concerned look at the highwayman, before tentatively turning back to Eclipsa. Dismas, getting up, was now staggering around.
Alm wasn't the only one dreaming. Dismas saw faces of his comrades as well.
First, Junia and Paracelsus, warrior nun and plague doctor. Comrades that accompanied both Dismas and Reynauld off on the first steps to cleanse the evil that the Ancestor left behind.
Then, a hell of a lot more folks came along. Tardif, the silent bounty hunter. Dismas remembered the chills he got when he saw the bounty hunter for the first time. Then there was Alhazred, the occultist. Dismas never trusted Alhazred but at the same time he acknowledged how powerful the man was.
Baldwin, the former king. Baldwin spoke in riddles and poetry all the time, annoying Dismas to no end.
Speaking of Baldwin. Dismas groggily looked around, and spotted a green-haired man in blue. Normally, Dismas would know full well that this wasn't the self-exiled leper king. But Dismas was drunk, and currently drawing Reynauld's worried attention. Dismas scratched his head for a second.
"Baldwin? That you?"
SymbioticWebslinger (Dismas has mistaken Alm for a comrade back in his world)