Millennium City (Multi-Fandom RP)

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

Eclipsa had awoken with a start, she wiped a bit of drool that had been leaking out of her mouth and looked around at her surroundings. The place she seemed to be at was a.... bar? She listened to the explanation that the man.... DoomGuy gave out to everyone. While it didn’t make complete sense, Eclipsa figured she would roll with it. It was a chance to learn something else, and she’s never figure out where she was, or what she was doing if she didn’t stick it out.

Eclipsa grabbed her umbrella(wand), which had surprisingly stayed with her the entire time. She stood and walked over to a girl who looked like a tentacle monster she had back home, “Hello little one! Would you mind telling me what event is taking place here?” Eclipsa asked in her soothing voice. Her accent was a little unrecognizable, it sounded as though she was British.

Ferociousfeind

 

[June Verles]

• Post
• Miscellaneous

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  Unfortunately for Jeremiah, there wasn't any chance for the inconspicuous black knight to answer his challenge before the room turned dark. Instinctively he reached into his coat pocket to grab his handgun until the lights turned on again to reveal the bar, at which point he was still going to pull out his gun for being teleported to a random bar. However, before he could prematurely unload his gun on the patrons Rodimus revealed himself and the reason why they were here.
  
  "Unsolicited teleportation to a shady bar filled with masked people, classy." He said in response to the situation as he let go of the gun before turning around to head for the door. Or at least that was his plan until Rodimus mentioned free drinks, the words resonated in his years as a chant that stopped him in his tracks. "A little drink never hurt anyone..." he told himself, walking up to the counter picking up a bottle of what seemed like whiskey and two shot glasses.
  
  Looking up at Archer who already seemed gone an idea seemed to have concocted. He proceeds to pick up a table, something with his powers to reduce gravity wouldn't prove difficult, and two chairs placing them at opposite ends to the table. Taking a sit on the chair he slams the bottle on the desk pouring a shot and gulping it down in one go, before telling the magi;
  
  "Son, what's the point of drinking if there isn't any thrill to it? How about a friendly arm wrestle match, loser takes a shot and we continue until someone gets shitfaced. Are you game?"
  
  
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  TL; DR: Jeremiah challenges archer to an arm wrestle with a twist
  
  Tags: P.y.r.a.m.i.d
  
  Location: Valhalla Bar
  

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Marie - healthy

The girl's name was Vitan, and she seemed to be... temperamental. She was just stomping in aggravation at something, and she now seemed to have calmed down, now playing it cool. Marie could see right through the facade, but she admired the attempt. Now the group was heading back to base, but Marie would have to get to know Vitan better, she seemed like a peculiar person. "Vitan, you say? What an interesting name. Mine is Marie, nice to meet you." However, now that Anubis was defeated, the group packed up and left, with little to nothing to show for the dangerous battle they had survived. Well, except the ability to see Stands.

On the walk back to the base, Marie thought about what had happened. She had seen others stricken by the arrow miraculously attain Stands, and the Stand User who had been stricken, theirs seemed to grow in strength immensely. This, again, raised the question. Had Marie attained a Stand as well? Or just the ability to see them? She willed one to appear, to no avail. But there was no way for her to know if her willingness to manifest a Stand of her own wasn't misguided. She wanted to ask Marksman, but she feared losing another finger, so she strayed away from him, trying to keep out of his sight.

Once the group had reached Libra HQ, Marie could feel something was different. For one, the door was left agape, which would pose somewhat of a security issue. Just about anyone could walk in, if they wanted to! Marie frowned, walking in. Inside was the same old HQ, except it seemed eerily empty. Where had Rodimus gone? What about the other operatives Marie literally couldn't care less about? Surely there were people whose jobs involved staying at the base, right? Where were they?

And in a flash, Marie's questions were answered. Well, more like the exact opposite of a flash. The lights shut off, then they flickered back on, and the scene was vastly different. Instead of a boring, dusty, abandoned-looking base, the HQ had transformed into a bar in the blink of an eye. It was... more cramped, with plenty of patrons already filling the room. The thirty or so people working for Libra was not helping the cramped circumstances.

A ghastly figure approached, and Marie nearly reached for her gun, even though she was still missing a trigger finger, and would rather discover what sort of Stand she harbored. Bars are also not places for violence, which Marie understood and wanted to respect. So she merely braced herself for perhaps a fistfight. However, the figure revealed themselves to be Rodimus, as a holographic projection. It was a convincing disguise, which he explained was actually a costume. He explained the dispute between "Oktoberfest" and "Halloween", both of which were foreign terms to the inkling. Though, it reminded her of something...

One of the newbies, a giant human skeleton, quickly equipped a costume of his own, grabbed a glass of alcohol, and proclaimed it to be apple juice. Oh, the poor, innocent thing! Marie watched, somewhat intrigued as to how a skeleton drinks, when the butt of the joke slammed her in the face as the beverage spilled down Papyrus's "throat" and directly onto the floor. Skeletons don't drink, silly Marie! She chuckled, placing her head in her hands. Then, however, the skeleton threw the glass onto the floor, and began running around. Perhaps he really had become drunk? It was particularly hard to tell, since he seemed relatively goofy during the battle with Anubis.

Marie was puzzled by the skeleton until a... particularly formally-attired lady approached her. She asked what was taking place, "I think it's called 'Halloween', dear. By the way, what's your name?"

( P.y.r.a.m.i.d wink wOnk)

 

[Rhysie]

• Rhys' side of things
• The Inventory
• Misc.

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  Rhys
  
  
  Sure it was an exhausting day for the Hyperion businessman, being all left and right, going places but sure he was used to it given that well.... he's a salary man. This person needs either a drink or some rest really and that was a need once he came back to the Libra HQ from the last place he ever was in just to see and expect from a disguised Rodimus right as Rhys looked at the cybertronian "Well there Rod, good looking there for a robot there" the business man complimented the looks on the robot as he observed, walked over to the bar, took a sit on one of the stools and somehow he's been thinking on something to eat and drink right as his promotion got ruined by his nemesis.
  
  
  
  "Hey buddy, Hit me up with 3 of whatever's good on the house. I really need some good drinks for once." Rhys said while awaiting on the drinks. Yes kiddos, he's downing some nice stuff no matter if its beer, whiskey or wine right as he was thinking on Vaughn's whereabouts since he'd most likely also fancy down on some drinks apart from just being concerned for his best bro "Hmm... Where would Vaughn be at? Come on, he's been wanting some drinks ever since I got promoted.... Damn it, guess I'm gonna down them all myself." The salary-man spoke to himself while looking around within his surroundings. Just let this man enjoy some drinks
  
  Open for interaction.​
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  Rhys' inventory
  

  

  
  Weird port on his left temple
  
  
  

  

  
  Trusty Stun Baton
  
  
  

  

  
  Cybernetic-Eye
  
  
  

  

  
  Mechanical Arm
  
  
  [No File Pic available]
  $1750 Cash​
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  InteractionsOn-going: Open for Interactions
  Mentions: fRick (Vaughn) | Haz. (GM)​

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

Eclipsa

"I have never heard of a 'Halloween'." Eclipsa said, "But it sounds exciting! Do you think the other's would mind if i partake in the festivities? I am Eclipsa by the way." Eclipsa told Marie with a happy expression on her face. The Queen of Darkness found immense enjoyment in watching the activities that were going on around her. She spotted an old man and blonde boy who was dressed as a reaper sitting at a table. Eclipsa walked over and made a chair fly over to her using her wand. The queen of darkness sat down at the table and smiled, "What game might you two be playing?" Eclipsa asked the two at the table, "I love your outfit by the way, it reminds me of the Scythe headed dragon I once met in Mewni's forest." Eclipsa said to Archer.

Archer

"You're on old guy!" Archer said as he sat across from Jeremiah. He could sense that the old man could use gravity magic, so Archer would just use some of his own to beat the old guy. Archer turned to Eclipsa when she came over, even though his senses were a little dampened he could feel intense magic coming off of her, "A scythe dragon sounds cool! Hang on though, I've got to beat this old dude in some arm wrestling!" Archer told Eclipsa, who subsequently sat and watched with bright eyes. Archer held out his hand to Jeremiah, signalling he was ready to start their match.

Ferociousfeind June Verles

 

[Chungchangching]

Vitan Armerstannie

Spoiler: Information

Status: Excited!
Cash: 410$
Inventory: Thompson Submachine Gun, Glock 17 and A Butterfly Knife
Abilities: 『Jinx!』『A Stand?』
With: Oktoberfest/Halloween group

"Yeah Marie, nice to meet you too, I guess. See you in the base." Vitan casually shrugged at her, thinking the squid lady is a pretty cool gal but she's trying not to get too attached with these people since every time she places her trust in somebody they'll break it intentionally or not, they'll still break her trust no matter what but that's probably just because of her shitty luck or terrible taste in friends but whatever, she's not going to make the mistake over and over again this time, just stay away from them and she'll be fine, they're just there to help her finish missions.

When the lanky girl arrived back at the HQ Base, the lights suddenly flickered and when it turned back on with her eyes getting stabbed by neon bright lights, causing her to hiss a bit like a snake since she is not used to something as bright as that, she rubbed her eyes aggressively before lowering her arms and looking around, realizing that this is a party maybe? She has no idea but it looks enough like a party, glancing at the familiar flaming skeleton. She recalls seeing him in a movie once, hearing the low growl getting a little intimidated but she knows if this guy attacks she can just sit on the sidelines while the others fight for her but when the person yanked off the mask, she was a little relieved.

After impatiently listening to the Autobot, tapping her foot on the ground. Vitan quickly made her way into the bathroom staring at the printer for a while as multiple costume ideas came to her head but she wanted to hurry this up, she wanted to get her first drink since she's never drank any alcoholic beverages in her life because of her damn sister doing everything in her power to prevent her from drinking any kind of alcohol, Vitan thinks she's just trying to protect her but damn is it annoying, she wants to just drink one glass just to get a taste.

Vitan smiled after she finally made up her mind, picking a vampire costume and sliding out of the bathroom after wearing it as she trips a little but it's fine, she managed to regain balance instead of tripping face first onto the floor like she usually does. She hopped on top of the stool, excited for her first drink with her body trembling a bit being more than ready for her first drink, thinking that she won't get addicted to this stuff. She most likely will due to how strong her impulses are but let's see if she manages to control the urge of ordering another glass after her first drink.

"One glass of beer please."​

 

[Critic Ham]

• The Doomed Storyline
• Hyperspace Arsenal

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  I smiled the Padded Coat petted Daisy on the head. She gave an adorable squeal in response, gleeful that someone was petting her. The others arrived, many appearing tired, worn out, and ready to collapse. I gave a huff. Eight hours of straight fighting isn’t that long. Though the emotional turmoil may have done in some.
  
  Then the lights went out and we found ourselves in a bar with an ongoing costume party. Rod revealed himself amongst the costumed party-goers. He told us the basic info such as outfit printers in the toilet stalls. I rushed in, slamming open the door and slamming it shut.
  
  
  Third-Person POV​
  
  After several minutes, a toilet stall was kicked open. A skeletal creature with cybernetics and a jetpack attached to its back stepped out. Some people jumped out of their seats at the sudden noise. They gave puzzled expressions upon seeing the creature holding a trumpet. Where did it get that?
  
  Then the creature placed the trumpet upon its mouth and music played.
  
  
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  Status:
  
  SpOoKy
  
  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:​

 

[jigglesworth]

• Damon Baird
• Emily Kaldwin

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  [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: N/A} ​
  
  It was a quick trip back to HQ, it's not like the path changed, nor was he tired out from the fight. Since he didn't do anything. He's not complaining, of course, he likes not doing anything when it comes to combat. Still, would have been nice to help out in some way. No point in crying of spilled sword, though, so he simply starts his retreat to the recreational room. The disturbing lack of sleeping quarters means he'll return to his recliner. Unfortunately, a wrench was thrown in his plans once the lights shut off. A groan came from the Gear, but was soon replaced by a panicked grunt once light came back. Because this light was colored, and not very well. Baird's partial blue.
  
  Along with the lights, the rest of the place was adorned in "spooky" decorations. It was easy to see it was a bar, too, which brought a smile to his face. He doesn't drink often, but when he does, he drinks. The old man found his hand grabbing his Boltok as a man with a flaming skull approached the group with a growl. He was fully ready to blast his cranium in if he made a move on them, they've been attacked too many times to not be vigilant at this point. Once the robot revealed it was him in costume, he relaxed it back on his hip.
  
  Rodimus's holoform explained they were celebrating Oktoberfest AND Halloween, at the same time. Great, now he's confused in two ways. Back on Sera, there has never been room for celebrations, what with apocalypses, impending extinction, etc. Still, any excuse to drink is a good excuse. The only thing he didn't like was the idea of dressing up, so being the party pooper he is Baird simply doesn't dress up and sits at the bar to drink the night away. He simply gets a pint from the tap, why get all complicated when you can get drunk with whatever? Granted, they will apparently be up for 48 hours after this, so going through all the stages of drunkenness awake might not be very pleasant. Oh well.
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  [Emily Drexel Lela Kaldwin]
  {Money: 600$}
  {Status: Healthy, undamaged}
  {Equipment/Items: UNSC Combat Knife}
  {Armor/Clothing: "Flapper" getup}
  {Abilities: Far Reach, Mesmerize, Doppelganger, Dark Vision, Agility}
  {Interactions: GearBlade654 Haz. } ​
  
  The armored man gripped her hand and lifted her up, to her gratitude. Emily was able to keep her balance well, her nausea seems to be wearing off. Thankfully, there isn't any other symptoms to being possessed by a sword. "Thanks," she said, a bit confused on his mention of "The Light", though. Must be very different where he is from, because she can say with certainty there is no "Light" in the Isles, only the Outsider, who is anything but light. The Abbey probably wouldn't like it. Not wanting to incite any discussion on it, she simply takes her mind off that part. "I'm Emily, by the way," the Empress started again, "glad to see another friendly face in the city." A little wave and she began the few minute trek back to the HQ.
  
  When they all got back, the HQ was pretty much just as they left it about an hour ago. A few new people, unfortunately, but they might have to get used to that. It wasn't long, though, until the lights shut off. Just as quick they turned back on, but in a completely new location. A quick glance to the windows showed they were in the city now, and they just dodged the rain. It was obvious this was a pub, what with the patrons at the bar and the beverages that lay on multiple tables. What struck the Empress as odd was the decoration, why would someone deliberately make their bar look run down with fake cobwebs? The rest of the decorations imply there is something being celebrated, but what?
  
  She was taken out of her thoughts by a more than unsavory character approaching the confused group. He had a flaming skull for a head, which didn't help any first impressions. Hand went to her hilt, but Emily relaxed when he revealed himself to be Rodimus in "costume". He answered the most prominent question, they are at the Valhalla bar. Why it couldn't be a bit bigger is beyond her. Thankfully, he also explained they were celebrating "Halloween" and "Oktoberfest". It doesn't ring a bell to her, but if drinking is a big part of it, it can't be too different from the Fugue Feast in that regard. So, she decided to make her costume slightly inspired by that, since people like to get dolled up for some funky times during Fugue.
  
  A quick visit to the bathroom and she used the Outfit Printer to get her new clothes, swapping, and coming back out with a smile bigger than's she's had in too long. Emily's previous garb was replaced with a silk, sleeveless dress. At her waist, more silk wrapped around loosely as a sort of faux-belt tied off in a bow. Below, three horizontal fringes lay, and the hemline dropped just above the knees. She wore a bowed corsage adorned with a white dahlia on her right wrist, and an arctic fox fur stole wrapped around her shoulders to accompany the dress, likely adding to the eccentricity of the outfit. Her hair was let down for once, falling close to her shoulders, but curled slightly at the bottom and up to her ear to give it a sense of style. She never really got to dress like this back home, what with the image of being Empress and all. Sure, the Fugue Feast is suppose to be a time to be what you aren't allowed to any other time of the year, but people remember. Here, no one knows who she is, and it's quite refreshing to have a break and let loose.
  
  Finally, she rest at the bar, taking a seat on one of the high stools. She looked to the purple haired bartender, though a bit confused on what her costume was suppose to be. It's not hard to suspect that will be a recurring theme for the young Empress. Still, she focuses on her order. For now, she'll start light. "Just one pear soda, please," Emily asks, considering asking something else too. "What are you, uh, 'dressed as', by the way?" she said, deciding on curiosity this time.

 

[June Verles]

• Post
• Miscellaneous

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  The young magi's confidence only made Jeremiah more anxious to fight him, probably the effect of adrenaline paired with alcohol after a really, really long time. This excitement is however very well hidden by his calm demeanor, a smirk the only thing that may lead to the conclusion. He grasps Archer's palm, staring in the face not breaking eye contact in an attempt for some light psychological battle.
  
  "We go on 1 alright? 3...2...1."
  
  Jeremiah would immediately decrease his opponents mass and increasing his own by 100kgs if he were to push him over the halfway line he would the increase Archer's base mass by 100kgs, hoping an added mass of 200 kgs would be enough to take the first win. However, if he got pushed over the halfway line he would do the opposite, decreasing his mass to normal and Archer's by an extra 100kgs, in order to push him over the halfway line so he can enact the previous plan. Wherever he wins the first bout, that depends, find out in the next episode of total drama island.
  
  
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  TL; DR: The arm wrestle begins
  
  Tags: P.y.r.a.m.i.d
  
  Location: Valhalla Bar
  

 

[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: 15/200
Reynauld slung his longsword over his shoulder as he walked back to the base, looking forward. Finally, the crusader made it back to base. Like his old adventuring days indeed-a good long day or two of questing, and then it was back to base. Except now Reynauld had a Stand. Reynauld still wasn't too clear on the whole Stand thing, but he had confidence that the Light would deem whenever it was worthy to awaken such an entity.
Then the lights flickered.
Reynauld raised an eyebrow as the lights reappeared, but in a far different hue. The crusader took a good look around himself at the Halloween decorations, and the bar. Reynauld decided that he wouldn't have too much-maybe some food, a small drink should do.
When Rodimus appeared before revealing his costume, Reynauld noticeably took a good few seconds to finally sling his blade over his shoulder. Reynauld walked off to the outfit printer, and when he came back out, Reynauld was wearing a baseball uniform, noticeably that of the San Diego Padres.
Reynauld walked over to the bar and had a good look to see if they sold food. A bratwurst sounded really good right now.

Dismas
Equipment: Padded Overcoat
Status: Aww Yeah
Condition: OK
Stress: 0/200
Dismas spotted Reynauld the second he heard him come through the door. Before Dismas could attempt to greet him in any way, the lights flickered off. When the lights came back on, Dismas saw that the lights were far differently colored than before. Orange and pink? How did they even get the lights like that?Dismas shrugged. Such is the magic of a new world.
Then Dismas spotted the bar.
Upon spotting the bar, the highwayman's face took on what was clearly a broad grin, evident even behind the bandana he wore. But first, costumes. Could be interesting. Dismas set off towards the outfit printer, before walking back out wearing the black and white striped uniform of a stereotypical criminal.
Dismas, following Reynauld also took a good look at the bar to see what the bar had to offer. A good beer sounded, well, really good right now.
Haz.

 

[Rhysie]

• Rhys' Side of things
• Inventory
• Misc

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  Rhys
  
  
  Apart from the business man being in the need of a few drinks and what not, a toilet break could also benefit him (Jeez, how much was this man holding from everything that has been going on for his lucky misfortune?). Right as he was heading for one of toilets, he saw a figure of someone he hadn't talked with heck even know him.
  
  

  

  
  
  Without trying to look like a creep, Rhys activated his cybernetic eye while staring at the armored person for a few seconds while he needed to do his data-miner things and fast... otherwise he would be the creep everyone including the news would be talking about. "Hmm.... Well... just exactly what could this person do as a living.?" the businessman spoke to himself as he was in the middle of finding out the armored person's bit of details with an unknown to what avail. Let's just hope this dude doesn't end up forcing the cyborg office worker from space into some sort of either bunny costume or something to humiliate this unlucky dude that has somehow survived worse.​
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  Rhys' Inventory
  

  

  
  Some port on his left temple
  
  
  

  

  
  Trusty stun baton
  
  
  

  

  
  Cybernetic Eye (known as ECHO-eye)
  
  
  

  

  
  Mechanical arm
  
  
  [No File Pic available]
  $1750 in cash.​
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  InteractionsOn-going: N/A
  Mentions: Critic Ham (Doomguy)​

 

[ManyFaces]

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Spoiler: Wes Status and Inventory

Physically
Feeling Pretty Good
Mentally
Happy
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

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Wes was so glad to be alive after that encounter with Anubis. Sometimes he had to think how he survived so long despite his rather... lacking physique.
It didn't matter now though, he had a cool new friend that might know magic.
The mime was relieved twice as much as he'd normally be upon seeing the Libra Base.
But his hair stood on end when he went inside with the others. The dark didn't sit well with him and he was ready to back out.
His terror only increased when the hellish skeletal figure appeared before them. Wes silently screamed.
Though, after Rodimus explained himself he calmed down and felt shame for his cowardice. He could surely make it up by getting in the spirit of things by dressing up and drinking alcoholic beverages!
The mime quickly printed out a fitting costume and got dressed. It fit like a glove.
Before going onto the alcohol Wes decided to just grab some fruit punch. And stood in the corner trying to act too cool for the party.

Haz. (dunnowhyimeventaggingyou) @anyoneattheparty

 

[GinkyGotBack]

Yuuki Yoshida

Being the last one in, Yuuki missed out on the big reveal, but he was still thoroughly impressed by the base's change in appearance. He wasn't sure if it was magic or technology that had done it, but it had done a good job regardless. Yuuki rolled his eyes when Rodimus explained that there was a costume printer, but he was actually curious to see what it could do.

Entering the washroom, Yuuki wasn't as embarrassed as he should've been knowing there were girls and boys in here. Not one to dress up, Yuuki printed off the only costume he'd be comfortable wearing. Out of the printer came a standard 1980's baseball uniform from his favorite video game baseball team, the Red Dragons.

Yuuki slipped into a stall and then slipped on his uniform, taking his uniform with him as he exited the bathroom. It felt weird wearing a baseball uniform after all this time, but it almost felt right to him. He knew that wasn't really the case though. Yuuki would have to become a much better person before he could ever play baseball again. The only reason he was still wearing this uniform was that his school uniform was still beaten up and the pants were still stained with goo.

He wasn't sure where to put his clothes, so he just tossed them on the couch he had grown so fond of during his stay at the base. Hopefully, nobody stole them, although he was willing to give the benefit of the doubt considering they all worked in the same building. Besides, no one would be stupid enough to steal from Yuuki after his display with Anubis, right?

The fact that he was seventeen didn't seem to matter much as he ordered a whiskey with no problems. He figured the legal drinking age must be lower here than in Japan, which he didn't mind one bit. He did shake his head at the weird girl ordering, "a glass of beer," though. Fucking amateur. Taking his drink, he propped himself up against the wall with another loner, the weird little mime guy. As creepy as he was, he felt he could relate to him, being a guy of few words himself. Yuuki took a drink from his glass and nodded at the mime.

"Nice costume."

Another gulp of his drink down the hatch.

"Are you one of those completely mute mimes, or am I expecting too much?"

[ ManyFaces Chungchangching ]​

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Marie - healthy

Now, the characters that piqued Marie's interest included, in no particular order, the Marksman, Eclipsa, Archer, Ben, Ultima, and Vitan. Marie watched Eclipsa float away, wondering if she was using a stand, or some other kind of magic to do that. Actually, she reminded the inkling of someone they met previously. Similar height, similar cheek markings, similar bouncy personality... Oh! Star, from the outskirts! But she turned out to be an enemy in disguise. Did that mean Eclipsa might be an enemy as well? Marie began to worry, but she stowed her worries as best as she could.

Marie needed a drink. She clambered onto a stool, standing up to see over the counter. She waved to the bartender, trying to get her attention. Once she had an audience, she asked politely, "Barkeep, a shot of whiskey, perhaps?"

 

[Critic Ham]

• The Doomed Storyline
• Hyperspace Arsenal

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  (Still in Third Person POV) ​
  
  The dooting has gone on for some time now. Several people had jiggled to the beat of the music, heads bobbing and feet tapping in rhythm. A person even asked to take the costumed Slayer’s picture. Somehow they handed him their head to hold while the main body snapped the camera. Daisy, meanwhile, was hopping between tables, snatching any carrots from unsuspecting patreons or were simply given it due to her adorable appearance. She would hop off into the dark recesses of the bar, presumably to consume them. Vega was recording everything. The A.I.’s receptors fried for a moment. He knew that the Doom Slayer may have had a goofy side, but to witness it in real time was a complete 180 based on what he knew.
  
  Then someone had the audacity to scan the Slayer. Vega alerted him. The dooting stopped and the Slayer’s gaze settled upon Rhysie.
  
  Doomguy dashed the distance between them. He grabbed and dragged the Pandorian to the stalls. He kicked open a door. Shadowy tendrils creeped out from the darkness. Doomguy pulled Rhysie in with him and slammed the door closed.
  
  
  First Person POV​
  
  I glared at the man who attempted to hack into my suit, or so Vega told me. I had dragged him into one of the bathroom stalls with a 3-d printer. Vega kept saying I should have handled the situation with care and caution. I cracked a grin. I did handle it with care and caution. The hacker was backed into a corner with nowhere to run. I crossed my arms, waiting for an explanation.
  
  And for some reason the 3-d printer was churning. Probably a glitch.
  
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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]

Jak/Mar
Dark Jak

Instead of Jak stepping aside for the other missions, he made it back to HQ which had been decorated up for "Halloween."

Or Novemberfest

He sighed and looked over at the machine, Jak had his things on his back but if he had to come in "Costume", yeah.

His dark form could play the part here.

The eco warrior closed his eyes, letting the Dark King take over his body, the normal black horns and long black claws jutting out of the eco warrior's hands.

To add a touch, unfortunately the Dark King was sort of hungry, so he had extra blood on him.

Light Jak (In head)

Where'd the blood come from, Dark?"

Dark Jak cracked a grin and sighed "I have to appease Jak in this form by being his Costume."

Jak smirked "Heh. Typical"

Rhysie , @Doomguy Haz. @Whomever
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[Rhysie]

Rhys


Looks like the business man was not quick enough.. and he knew he was screwed right as the armored man glared at him dead in the eye and approaching him, the only thing he could say before everything was "Fuck". It was at this moment that Rhys knew he fucked up right as he was getting dragged into one of the stalls and yelling for help.


(Accurate representation of what's happening)



"WHAT THE FUCK!? HELP. THIS DUDE'S TRYING TO KILL ME OR SOME SHIT. FUCKING HELP ME OR SOMETHING. THIS IS NOT LO- SEND HEEEEEEEEEEELP. W-WH- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? N-NO. NO! NO... PLEASE... STOP. " Rhys yelled out as he was being forcibly put into one of the stalls and yelped as he was dragged into the stall with the Slayer in it and door's got closed having the cyborg office worker from space with no where to run as he saw the slayer with his arms crossed



Rhys looked back at the slayer from an unknown area with a nervous grin and expression that could literally say "someone save me" as he chuckled for a bit while awaiting for someone to bust open the stall or something to go worse, though he has survived worse than this. Someone help this poor cyborg office worker from space.

Critic Ham​

 

[QizPizza]

• Delsin Rowe
• Emile A-239
• Delsin's Powers & Inventory
• Emile's Powers & Inventory

• 
  
  Delsin Rowe

  Location= Millennium City - Valhalla
  Mental Condition= Curious
  Physical Condition= Fine/Hip
  Current Powerset= Nanite
  
  
  
  Interaction

  After the whole fight at the meteor crash site, Delsin was ready to take a load off and eat some of that chicken Rodimus cooked up. All that fighting made him hungry, and thirsty for a couple of beers. The Libra Base kitchen better have some cold ones in the fridge. Just as he entered the Base with the rest of the group, the lights went out for a few seconds and then they reappeared at a bar loaded with neon lights. Fetch would like this place. "So that solves my problem of finding a cold one."
  
  After hearing Rodimus's whole thing, he went off to the restroom to figure out some kind of costume to wear. There were plenty of outfits to choose from. Choices, choices, choices. Did he want to be cheeky and dress up as one of the characters he recognized here in Millennium City, or did he want something that was cool, or did he want to be funny? But, he already had something in mind... He printed the outfit and put it on.
  
  When Delsin left the restroom, his outfit wasn't too different from his original outfit. Gone were the hoodie and the denim vest and in its place was an unbuttoned flannel shirt with a white, pure cotton shirt.. His jeans looked a bit tighter than they did before and he was now wearing leather shoes instead of his sneakers. He still wore his signature beanie, but covering his eye was now a pair of aviators, and on his jaw was a bit of artificial stubble. In his hand was a sign bearing a rather interesting message. It was safe to say that Delsin had gone full hipster with this outfit.
  
  Sauntering over to the bar counter, he put his arm down on the surface and leaned over, pulling his shades down just enough so that his eyes could be seen. Delsin jokingly made his request, "How about a cold one for the most devilishly handsome superhero you have ever seen?" The Conduit got a good laugh out of that before turning to Countess Dracula beside him ordering a beer too. "This is your first time drinking isn't, Dracula?"
  
  
  
  
  Notes

  Interacting With: Haz. (Bartender) Chungchangching (Vitan)
  Mentioned:
  Group Members:
  
  Italicized Colored= Internal Dialogue
  Bolded Colored= External Dialogue
  Delsin's Speech Color= #54ACD2
  
  
  [/color][/color]
• 
  
  Emile A-239

  Location= Millennium City - Valhalla
  Mental Condition= Mildly Amused
  Physical Condition= Fine/Edgy
  Shields= 100%
  
  
  
  Interaction

  "Assuming what you said is true, we'll see about whether or not you want to murder every human in your sights, hingehead..." Suddenly the lights switched off and a whole bunch of new targets appeared on his minimap. Before the lights even turned on, Emile drew his kukri with his left hand and unholstered his shotgun with his right, ready to kill whatever even thought about attacking him. Then appeared a figure in leather and with a flaming skull. Emile was ready to pull the trigger on Bones and Fire, but then Bones and Fire pulled off the skull like a mask to reveal Rodimus. Emile put away his weapons and used two fingers to trace the wicked smile on the skull on his helmet. "Real funny costume, Rodimus. I'm just dying of laughter."
  
  Isn't Halloween some kind of kiddie holiday where people dress up as all kinds of weird stuff? Fine...I'll play along... Emile waits for his turn at the restroom and at his turn he goes in and immediately scrolls through that Outfit Printer for something he can put over his armor. What the hell looks half way decent on my armor...? His mind goes back to that one supersoldier he copied some of his powers from. What'shisname was called Reaper or something. Black and gray go nicely with his armor and the costume was appropriately intimidating. The Spartan-III printed the costume out, a number of silicone armor add-ons for his shoulder, a new trench coat, some coverings for his shin armor, and a plastic shell for his shotgun. It took a few minutes to apply it, but he eventually got it on and damn did it look good.
  
  Emile's Costume/Armor
  
  He leaves the restroom stall and goes back outside to the bar. The Spartan had no taste for alcohol, so he sat down in the corner of bar waiting for Thel Vadam to return.
  
  

  Notes

  Interacting With: jigglesworth (Thel Vadam) Haz. (Rodimus)
  Mentioned:
  Group Members:
  
  Italicized Colored= Internal Dialogue
  Bolded Colored= External Dialogue
  Emile's Speech Color= #990000
  
• 
  
  Delsin Rowe

  Powers:
  

  • Elemental Physiology
  • Shinsoo Resistence
  • Nanite Construction:
    • Big Fat Sword (Chain Sword)
    • Slam Cannon (Galaxy Cannon)
    • Boogie Pack (Phoenix Feather)
    • Smack Hands (Falcon Fist)
    • Punk Busters (Goomba Stomp)
  • Shinsoo Manipulation:
    • Blue Oar
    • Fast Skip
  • Video Powers:
    • Video Torrent
    • Bloodthirsty Blades
    • Video Surge
    • Shroud of Invisibility
  • Ability Replication:
    • Rainbow Blast

  Inventory: (Money: $0)
  

  • Hipster Clothes
  • Next Level Hipster Clothes
  • Bag of Holding
    • A whole lot of Spray Paint
• 
  
  Emile A-239

  Powers:
  

  • Spartan Augmentations
  • Reaper's Powers
    • The Reaping
    • Wraith Form
    • Shadow Step
    • Death Blossom
  • Stand: Seek and Destroy

  Inventory: (Money: $0)
  

  • Custom Power Armor
    • Mjolnir MK V Armor
    • Augmented Reaction Suit
    • CryNet Nanosuit
    • REAPER COSTUME MODIFICATIONS
  • Kevlar Trenchcoat
  • Custom Brothers Grimm 12G Shotguns (Akimbo)
    • Military Laser Module
    • Big Brother Magazines
    • Little Brother Foregrip
    • Shh! Suppressor
    • AP Slugs
    • Speculator Sight
  • LTAG Grenade Launcher
  
  

 

[marc122]

KOBAYASHI-SAN​

Inventory

• Smartphone
• Revy’s Cloned Beretta 92FS
• Alucard's Anti-Freak Combat Pistol, Jackal

Money: $300
Abilities

• The capability to program in Python. Duh.
• Turning into a fire-breathing dragon. Rawr!
• Mirai's blood powers. Oops, now I have anemia.
• Emotional healing factor!
• A larger blood threshold.

Status
Perfectly fine!

It's been, what, less than a day since I showed up in this place? And already am I beginning to lose my grip on who I used to be. I can barely remember what the secretary back at the office told me, and if there's anything to take from her description of me 2 months after Tohru arrived, I'm different from some, if not most, of the traits she attributed to me. Maybe she said that I was a lot happier than who I used to be even further back, but if that was true, I don't really think I'm genuinely happy at this moment. Only feelings of happiness I got since ending up in Millennium City were too few and far between to even drag me closer to my previous state, and what makes it worse is that I still feel a certain emptiness, even if I'm grouped with a team. It might be me, but thinking about this whole thing is telling about how much can change in just a day.

Well, at the very least, we made it back to the Libra HQ as single pieces, just...I need one damn break from all the action going on that lasts long and can actually count as a break. And while that might sound oddly specific of me, I mean it. I sigh, then enter the facility as I--wait...where's the crew? Where's Rodimus and Klaus?

Hey—! This better not be a repeat of whatever happened in that Slaughterhouse, and now I can’t see. Wait, no, I can make out what appeared to be guests in costumes? Not only that, but I can also see some sort of themed bar, and now I can see...Rodimus looking completely different? So, it has occurred to me that this is a Halloween event, but that’s not the problem. Problem is—

...

Wait a second. Maybe things here aren’t all so bad, despite a few striking similarities to when I entered that Slaughterhouse. Oh, the restrooms are where I can get my costume? Huh. I don’t really recall wearing something like a costume before. Closest I got was the maid outfit I owned for quite some time, but that did not appear to fit for me, because...well. Anyway, I head there, surveying my view across the party once.

Now, what do I wear? I could wear Miles Edgeworth’s suit and style my hair like his, but I don’t know if I want to embarrass Mr. Wright. Maybe dressing up as Sei Iori would work, but I doubt anyone here would know about him. C’mon, think..! Wait... What if I dress as Tohru? It seems hypocritical for me to say that I didn’t like the way I looked with that maid outfit on, but not get bothered by how Tohru’s outfit looks on me, but again, Tohru and Kanna... My eyes tear up a little before approaching one of the Outfit Printing machines.

“I’ll have Tohru’s outfit, antlers, and tail.”

Soon enough, the printer printed what exactly looked like a blue-and-white maid dress with a red tie, a pair of gloves, a maid’s headpiece, white stockings, and Oxford-style shoes, plus the additional elastic hair bands. Yup, those are Tohru’s clothes alright. I then begin changing into them, tail, antlers, pigtails and all, and look myself into the mirror. I...don’t really look all that bad? Though it doesn’t look quite the same when I’m not a D-chest who’s wearing that. I then exit the bathroom.

Now what? I could go for a drink, now that I look like Tohru, except it’s just me playing as her, and I’m away from all the constant action, but something’s wrong. For some reason, I don’t really feel the need to drink, uh, maybe something about missions has to do about it. Previously, whenever I’m out with Makoto, I would constantly go and get wasted with him, but last time that happened feels like a long time ago. Now, here I am, debating whether or not I should drink at all. Ah, screw that, maybe having one drink certainly won’t hurt at all.

So I went to the bartender and asked,

“May I please have some low-malt beer?”

I then watched the bartender lay down contents of a low-malt near her into a shot glass before passing it and the bottle itself toward me. I then nod, sitting down at the counter, as I take the shot and gulp it down.

Haz. @Oktoberfest

 

[darkred]

Jak/Mar
Dark Jak

The eco warrior poking in his own little spot, prodded at the Dark King's form in his head

Rhys just screamed for help, we should he-

"NO WAY."

"YES!"

"*growls* FINE!"

The darkened form of Jak literally busted the men's bathroom door in (if accidently) as the dark King started at the stalls "I heard screaming, what the hell is going on?

Rhysie Critic Ham


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

Archer

Archer grabbed the old man’s hand firmly. When he pushed as expected he started to push Jeremiah’s hand down, but suddenly a large force pushed against Archer’s hand and slammed it into the table. “Hey! I didn’t know we got to use magic!” Archer pouted. He could sense the magic power coming off of Jeremiah, it may not be immense but Jeremiah was definitely skilled in the art of gravity magic, “Let’s go again!” Archer said, he grabbed the shot glass on the table and downed it. The alcohol burned his throat and Archer’s mouth felt dry, even so he grabbed Jeremiah’s hand and started another arm wrestle.

Archer cast a gravity spell as their hands pushed against each other, but the alcohol must have muddled with his brain and magic a little bit because Archer’s hand was slammed into the table by his own spell! “Damn, you win again.” Archer said, taking another shot, “One more go.” Archer said. They kept on going back and forth, Archer lost every time. About 3 matches later Archer was hammered and had finally given in, “You, hiccup, win old guy. I’m gonna go find some hic water.” Archer said, he stood up and warbled over to the bar where he saw Yuuki. Archer didn’t really remember the boy that much, and decided they must be friends (the alcohol was really getting to him).

“What’s up Yuuki!?” Archer asked the Deep Purple user, he put his hand on Yuuki’s shoulder and then lightnigh shot from Archer’s hand. It wasn’t enough to kill someone, but it would definitely sting, “S-Sory about that!” Archer said, rubbing the back of his head with a large grin on his face. You could definitely tell the boy was drunk.

Eclipsa

“Oh I do hope that young man will be okay, what kind of magic were you using there? I have never seen anything like it.” Eclipsa said to Jeremiah, he eyes sparkling with curiousity that you wouldn’t expect from someone of her age. The Queen of Darkness was a sucker for new types of magic, that could grab her attention and keep it for hours on end while she studied every aspect of it.

GinkyGotBack June Verles ( Ferociousfeind Archer is sorta near Marie so u can interact w home too I guess)

 

[GinkyGotBack]

Yuuki Yoshida

Spoiler: Appearance

Yuuki was enjoying the quiet company of the mime when a drunk Archer waddled towards him. He cursed under his breath and tried to avoid eye contact with him, hoping it was just a coincidence that he happened to be walking this way. It was obvious that wasn't the case when Archer greeted him, slurring his words annoyingly. Yuuki had little patience for people who couldn't handle their liquor, let alone drunk people, and it was starting to look like Archer was both.

It was bad enough that the weird magic guy had thought it was okay to touch him, but it only got worse as Archer seemed to have shocked him just as his hand had touched his shoulder. Yuuki's arm started to shake in place, and so to did the glass of whiskey he was holding. The drink started to spill onto his shoes, his shirt and his pants, which Yuuki was quick to notice as soon as the shocking stopped. For most people, they'd find it hard to get Yuuki angry, but he was getting really sick and tired of his clothes getting dirty. That, on top of him spilling his drink, was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Yuuki gave a quick uppercut to Archer's jaw, although it didn't pack as much power as Yuuki would have liked. His shoulder felt like someone had poked it with a cattle prod, he could still feel it stinging his flesh. Yuuki towered over the drunk magi, glaring down at him, eyes filled not so much with malice but just pure and unbridled irritation.

"If you want to apologize you can start by getting me another whiskey."

Yuuki offered his hands to the prone Archer, helping him back to his feet.

"And watch it with that lightning, alright? That's the second time today you've thrown that shit my way and it's starting to piss me off."

[ P.y.r.a.m.i.d , ManyFaces ]​

 

[Haz.]

• Adachi
• Magatsu-Izanagi
• Equipment

• What a pain in the ass...
  I'd almost forgotten why I never went to bars and clubs. Between the loud music, annoying customers and the general debauchery that went down in there, I got a headache every time I went to one. It was mainly the reason why I just stayed home and drank alone. Pretty much the one case where nothing was always better than something... excluding every other thing that applied to. Didn't help that it was a Halloween party, either. Some weird-ass skeleton was running around, shouting about how he was "the great skeletor" or something. An old guy was somehow beating a kid that looked straight out of a fantasy world at arm-wrestling, to my surprise. And to my left was a bald guy wearing futuristic armor, who was just silently drinking his sorrows away like the few other sane patrons here. How relatable.
  Well, whatever. Maybe that annoying brat would stop preaching to me about friendship and bonds and all that if I pretended I was interested in a conversation with someone.
  ...
  ...
  Yeah, like that'd ever happen. Sighing, I planted my ass on the stool beside the bald guy and filled up my glass with beer. If he was as decent as he looked compared to the other morons running around the place, talking to him would at least get my mind off the shitshow the rest of the group was causing.
  "Sheesh, why can't those asshats at Libra just let us get a wink of sleep...? Hopefully the stuff they put in these drinks makes up for that..."
  I mumble semi-audibly, just loud enough for the guy in armor to hear, as I place the glass up to my lips and drink up. No less than seconds later was it already empty, prompting me to sigh and refill it.
  "You know what I mean?"
  
• 
  
  

  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)
  
  

 

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

Archer's new-ish Face Claim!

Archer's eyes widened as the uppercut hit his chin, the young Magi was knocked right down to the ground and his jaw stung a little. Most if his pain was dulled by the alcohol, although he'd probably feel that tomorrow when he was hungover, "Sorry again...." Archer tried to apologize feebly again. Maybe the punch had knocked some of the drunk out of him... or no because as Yuuki helped Archer up, Archer almost fell over once again. Feeling bad for spilling his drink all over Yuuki's baseball costume, Archer held up and willed the liquid to come off the boy's clothes, "That should be a little better" Archer slurred. The drunk boy sat at one of the stools at the bar, "One whiskey and one margarita please, extra sugar and sweetener." Archer asked the bartender.

The two boy's drinks came and Archer took a sip of his incredibly sweet drink, "I- uh.... What place did you come from?" Archer asked Yuuki. It was a dumb, random question for sure, but Archer also had nothing else to talk about with Yuuki. He was simply just trying to fill the void of conversation that had fallen between the two. Yuuki kind of reminded him of Jafaar back home, not prone to anger but you definitely didn't want to piss them off. Archer slid Yuuki over his whiskey as he took another sip of his drink, "There's your new drink, I'll try and stop blasting you." Archer said to Yuuki, he probably shouldn't be drinking another drink but he was anyways... somebody should probably stop him and get him a water.

( GinkyGotBack )

 

[darkred]

John Connor

"I'm not dressing up. There's no way you can change my mind on that."

The adult leader of the Resistance frowned and sat at the bar area, staring down the others at HQ and said nothing.

He turned to the bartender "Give me a shot."

Haz. @Whomever wants to talk


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