Millennium City: Nova - Welcome to Millennium City! (Wave One Intro)
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YellowTemperence
Lucario
Lucario
The Pokemon had been following the group closely, staying away just far enough to get used to their personalities without getting too close to them and opening his mouth. Interaction with new people always used to be rather... as non-subtle as they come with him. In his growing years, thankfully, he learned to try and understand what people would think of his rather loud approach before he even thought of speaking. That girl that had kicked down the door... Lucario shuddered. As much battle experience he had, he did not want to be on the receiving end of a hit like that, and she seemed like a no-nonsense type that would knock him unconscious the moment he fooled around. He decided to lay low for a bit longer, hence why he kept about ten meters from the group at all times. It wasn't hiding distance, sure, but it gave him well enough space to find out some more about these strangers' quirks, and boy, was he a bit nervous about getting wild with them.
Unfortunately, Lucario had a lot more to worry about right now. This abandoned building unsettled him greatly. His chest almost felt empty looking at the walls of it, and he stared at them as if he were expecting something to crawl out.
Just for a moment, he stopped following after everyone. He gently shut his eyes, and the strange appendages at the back of his head which completed his black "mask" rose as if they had awoken from some sort of slumber.
Lucario was extending his senses beyond those of other creatures. In this state, he could find the "life essence," or aura, of all those around him, even if walls separated him and his target. Lucario, however, hesitated -- if there was some otherwordly being in there who could conceal or didn't even have a "life essence..." No. He couldn't think of that. Instead, he put his energy into finding whatever was in this building -- even if it was just a faint trace of life from decades ago. It would soothe my mind well... he thought to himself.
jigglesworth
Some words you just read.
When Corvo opened the blank envelope, he didn't really know what to expect. He hoped it was a note explaining all of this, but knew that was too good to be true. When he pulled out the contents, he was surprised, and slightly annoyed, that all there was was a street name and a general direction. He pocketed the letter and began thinking of how to get to this place. This was when he saw a rather intense looking man point to a map on the wall, talking with a group. No doubt people who just got off the train, and as confused as Corvo.
The assassin had no intention of joining this group, as he is still distrustful of others. He did see the child from before among them, only making him stay further away from the group. After they had left, no doubt to the written location, Corvo looked at the map. Here he finds out this place is called "Millenium City", which he, obviously, has never heard of. But also where 52 Grapevine Street is. It was a pretty straightforward walk, even though it is a long one. Though Corvo has gone through two missions in one day before, then he had his powers, and then he was younger.
The old man then set out for the mystery street, preparing himself for whatever will come. He checked his weapon, making sure his sword was in a good state. He can rely on his sword for many things. More things now than ever, considering he lost his powers.
He kept his distance from the group, staying in the shadows and under the cover of night. As he journeyed to Grapevine, he saw more of those strange people, though he could hardly call them people. Where could this Millenium City truly be, when could it be? More importantly, why were they brought here? Corvo follows the letter in search of these answers, even though they might not be the result. Unfortunately, though, it's his best and only lead, other than asking someone here. Though most, if not all, people he has seen in the city scare him. A plague nearly destroyed Dunwall, gangs flood the Empire as a whole, and more and more whales are slaughtered for fuel, a very limited supply of energy. No city is without it's issues, so what is Millenium's plague?
Eventually, after an indiscernable amount of time, Corvo reached 52 Grapevine Street to see... nothing. Not one person in sight, other than the other letter bearers. Something like this is most suspicious, and has the assassin on edge. He feels particularly vigilant, so it's hard not to notice the light coming through the window on a warehouse. He stays back a moment, observing what the others do. One woman kicked in the door, yelling, and swinging her sword around. A very, very stupid move, and one that makes Corvo ever more glad he didn't go with them. However, her bursting still negatively affected Corvo's stealth, as whoever is inside will likely be on alert. Of course, there is the likelihood that whoever is inside wishes to be an ally, which is probably the case. Whoever it is should prepare though, because that sword-swinger really wants to kill them.
Enemy or not, Corvo wants to take a different approach than the front door. As such, he walks behind the group, around 30 feet (9.1 meters) away. He does his best to, again, stay in the shadows, but he is quite lax about it. These people don't seem an immediate threat, and the warehouse is already alerted. The old man makes his way around the warehouse, looking for doors or a window he can climb through, all the while staying vigilant for any possible guards.
Haz.
The assassin had no intention of joining this group, as he is still distrustful of others. He did see the child from before among them, only making him stay further away from the group. After they had left, no doubt to the written location, Corvo looked at the map. Here he finds out this place is called "Millenium City", which he, obviously, has never heard of. But also where 52 Grapevine Street is. It was a pretty straightforward walk, even though it is a long one. Though Corvo has gone through two missions in one day before, then he had his powers, and then he was younger.
The old man then set out for the mystery street, preparing himself for whatever will come. He checked his weapon, making sure his sword was in a good state. He can rely on his sword for many things. More things now than ever, considering he lost his powers.
He kept his distance from the group, staying in the shadows and under the cover of night. As he journeyed to Grapevine, he saw more of those strange people, though he could hardly call them people. Where could this Millenium City truly be, when could it be? More importantly, why were they brought here? Corvo follows the letter in search of these answers, even though they might not be the result. Unfortunately, though, it's his best and only lead, other than asking someone here. Though most, if not all, people he has seen in the city scare him. A plague nearly destroyed Dunwall, gangs flood the Empire as a whole, and more and more whales are slaughtered for fuel, a very limited supply of energy. No city is without it's issues, so what is Millenium's plague?
Eventually, after an indiscernable amount of time, Corvo reached 52 Grapevine Street to see... nothing. Not one person in sight, other than the other letter bearers. Something like this is most suspicious, and has the assassin on edge. He feels particularly vigilant, so it's hard not to notice the light coming through the window on a warehouse. He stays back a moment, observing what the others do. One woman kicked in the door, yelling, and swinging her sword around. A very, very stupid move, and one that makes Corvo ever more glad he didn't go with them. However, her bursting still negatively affected Corvo's stealth, as whoever is inside will likely be on alert. Of course, there is the likelihood that whoever is inside wishes to be an ally, which is probably the case. Whoever it is should prepare though, because that sword-swinger really wants to kill them.
Enemy or not, Corvo wants to take a different approach than the front door. As such, he walks behind the group, around 30 feet (9.1 meters) away. He does his best to, again, stay in the shadows, but he is quite lax about it. These people don't seem an immediate threat, and the warehouse is already alerted. The old man makes his way around the warehouse, looking for doors or a window he can climb through, all the while staying vigilant for any possible guards.
Haz.
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darkred
Hmmmm
Where: 52 Grapevine St. Northeast - Main Entrance
Jak only mildly grumbled, following besides Delsin, The odd one with smoke and a taste for graffiti, as the man eyed him, trying to get him to join spraying the walls of the place with paint. He had his own ways of making trouble, but this would be interesting. The samurai woman, Baiken made him step back and join Delsin in a mouth drop of some sort. The place still made his hairs stand up on end. As he walked inside with everyone else, he looked around for something around him in this abandoned warehouse of sorts.
Weapons: Blaster
N/A otherwise?
Abilities: None so far
QizPizza
Zamasu
Nightwisher
Jak only mildly grumbled, following besides Delsin, The odd one with smoke and a taste for graffiti, as the man eyed him, trying to get him to join spraying the walls of the place with paint. He had his own ways of making trouble, but this would be interesting. The samurai woman, Baiken made him step back and join Delsin in a mouth drop of some sort. The place still made his hairs stand up on end. As he walked inside with everyone else, he looked around for something around him in this abandoned warehouse of sorts.
Weapons: Blaster
N/A otherwise?
Abilities: None so far
QizPizza
Zamasu
Nightwisher
marc122
chew
@aaaaaaaaaaaaa i’m so lazy
Haz.
Haz.
For the first time, Asuka was finally beginning to feel understood. Her guess of Agent Saga, or Shilo, actually speaking German was an unlikely chnace to her, but at least it was one that turned out to be true. It helped that she somewhat was acing a little nicer than Corvo, who gave her a PTSD flashback. She gave out a small, but warm smile towards her as she then said,
“Guten Tag, Shiwo. (Hello, Shilo.)”
...
As soon as Asuka stepped forth into Grapevine Street, she began feeling the chills. It did not look like a friendly street to be in, in stark contrast to the street they were last in, and the streets she was in prior to being forced into Millennium City. Worse, there was a possibility of someone coming in to kill her and the rest of the group, especially with the one-armed pink-haired woman kicking the door open and then yelling into it inside. So Asuka did what she could and followed the group from behind, following them into the building. She hoped things would get better from here.
“Guten Tag, Shiwo. (Hello, Shilo.)”
...
As soon as Asuka stepped forth into Grapevine Street, she began feeling the chills. It did not look like a friendly street to be in, in stark contrast to the street they were last in, and the streets she was in prior to being forced into Millennium City. Worse, there was a possibility of someone coming in to kill her and the rest of the group, especially with the one-armed pink-haired woman kicking the door open and then yelling into it inside. So Asuka did what she could and followed the group from behind, following them into the building. She hoped things would get better from here.
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DapperDogman
The Banished One
Arriving alongside the others, who the robot had seemingly stopped interacting with, he suddenly seemed to come back to himself "Destination reached." he chimes as he looks up at the building for a long moment "Structural integrity appears stable." he says, turning to see if could spot the others in his group, though Felnor might notice the bot's optical sensors didn't seem to be seeking him out alongside the more friendly members of the group.
Seems that after his rude display, the robot had opted to simply ignore him as long he was not a threat "I would advise caution within. Abandoned sites such as this can house aggressive local fauna." He pauses as he steps inside, taking a look around before turning back to the group and sliding open the door on his chest, a gentle orange flame starting up within as it casts a gentle glow outwards. "Please, feel free to warm yourselves if the ambient temperature is uncomfortable," he says, giving each of his 'friends' a small look in turn.
uwupolice
Corrosion
BarrenThin2
archur
Daunting_Doggo
Not a dog anymore?
Pat walked slowly behind the group, taking in the surroundings as they were traveling around to the address. He mostly did this in order to get rid of his boredness and to gather more information about the world he was inhabiting. He could barely do this since the heat was getting to him, having him remove his hood showing off his unnaturally pale head and glowing blue eyes.
"Man it's pretty warm even for a city at night, and the dust is not helping either," He says as he coughs. "This probably means this city is in a desert and unless the original builders were mental this must be near a place of water," Pat said thinking out loud, he would've loved to see if his hypothesis was correct but since he can only speak low gothic and not read it getting confirmation would be quite difficult.
Without having time to go through the 7 stages of denial over the fact that he is now an illiterate, the group arrived on the scene of the address. As he looked at the building he found it rather plain, a common occurrence when literally anything can happen in the warp, only really cool thing was how the building was getting bigge-. "What?" as he smacked his face in the wall of the warehouse.
As he retracted covering his nose he saw that his daydreaming while walking resulted with him walking straight in the wall of the warehouse, and much to the legibility of his mental state everyone else was being pulled there like there was some unnatural force wanting them to enter.
"Well, this building has us attracted to it in a very weird manner like it's distorting reality to attract us... Maybe my ability to warp space has returned too.." he then bites his finger making it bleed a bit, proceeding to take the bottle cap he used earlier smearing some of his blood on it and flipping it in the air. The coin flew in the air for 3 meters and then softly landed back in his hand like it was a feather. "How quaint.".
He then looks in the direction of Maxwell wherever he is and says to him as he smudges some of his blood on his own forehead; "Second lesson on the basics of my warp powers, the warp can really do anything in the material world, but creating something is quite hard, it's much easier to just bend the laws of reality for a target and it has some good applications". He then jumps up slowly rising through the air and then lands on the roof of the building, proceeding to smear the blood on his forehead. He then looks down bellow and says; "Like this".
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FactionGuerrilla
I'll do what I can.
"Yeah, I do too. But like I said, unless any of you folks have any better ideas this is our only lead to this 'Millennium City', we have to follow this thing even if it's a damned trap," Frank replied before he noticed Baiken rushing in. He became seemingly speechless for a few moments before his expression changed into a furious glare. Before he could knock the living daylights out of the idiot girl, though, Delsin managed to yank that fool back and away from the entrance just in time for her to not be spotted by whoever was inside. Good. They still kind of had an opportunity to make a smarter move here- normally something he wouldn't do, but flanking was an exception to "tactical" shit he hated. On the contrary, he kind of liked flanking maneuvers- they usually landed him free kills against idiot Commies without having to worry about shedding some of his own blood. And he most certainly needed to make sure he didn't get any of these folks killed- flanking was their best bet instead of a complete rush out.
"Damn it, folks, let's get our shit together! It doesn't smell like a trap for no reason, let's not walk straight into it!" He snapped at everyone who was nearby- more specifically the one-armed bitch herself- before gesturing towards the other sides of the warehouse, his brow furrowing as he thought for a moment or two.
"Alright. I suggest that everyone spread out, look for different ways in. I say only two folks should be going through the front door, tops- otherwise you're asking for trouble. Find some other entrances, make sure not to make any noises," The 'Nam survivor growled, although his volume was relatively toned down so as to not alert anyone who could potentially be lurking within the warehouse. He then pointed to both Niwatori and Lann, the two folks he had originally encountered, gesturing for both to follow him.
"You two, on me. Make sure to stay as close behind me as you can- I don't need extra bloodshed on my hands especially in foreign territory," Woods ordered, although his eyes did glaze over "Agent Saga" as if he longed for a second, more combat-experienced partner, before moving towards the back of the warehouse. He made sure that the duo followed him at all costs, though, before reaching a crack at the back of the warehouse. He silently counted to fifteen, hoping that the others would be able to find their own different entrances through, before going prone in front of the entrance. He glanced towards the two youngish "teammates"- at least, in his eyes- before putting a finger to his lips to indicate for them to move as quietly as possible, then moved his finger and pointed towards a nearby large pile of debris to indicate that they should have to move there. Not waiting to see if either would comprehend what he was trying to mean, the soldier began belly-crawling his way towards the debris to try and hide behind it.
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Nightwisher
And don't you dare go hollow....
~Shilo Saga: Interacting with Delsin (
QizPizza
) Baiken (
Zamasu
), Jak (
darkred
), Asuka (
marc122
), Frank (
FactionGuerrilla
),
Drakerus
,
Centurion_
, and
Haz.
Location: 52 Grapevine Street Northeast
Shilo watched as Delsin rangled in his friend, crossing her arms in annoyance as she watched the group, her head turning to the left to check out who was there as she could not see out of the corner of her eye on that side. Shilo had stayed back as those who, for some reason, started to enter the warehouse. The assassin, who had obviously been on many missions where entering from the front door had been a death sentence, had been on equally as many missions that going through the main entrance had been the best tactic... well, for this particular instance, Shilo didn't really know how she felt. Her instincts weren't exactly going off, any more than they would being surrounded by a group of strangers. So, the assassin stood back, not wanting to take charge of the group because, in all honesty, she couldn't care less what happened to any one of them. Shilo watched as Jak joined Delsin and Baiken, wondering how capable that trio actually was, considering at least one of them was not the brightest knife in the crayon box. Shilo heard someone barking orders at the group, which was funny enough that someone was trying to control this group. She turned her head, still looking a bit annoyed, when her name called and turned to see the Marine from earlier was the one who was trying to take control. "Makes sense." She murmured to herself, remembering how her co-leader Vincent was always the one to bark orders before Shilo as, just like now, Shilo was more likely to sit back and see how an idiotic plan would play out. "Auf Wiedersehen," the raven haired woman said to Asuka before leaving the young girl's side to follow after Frank and the other two that had been called. "I could climb my way to the top," the assassin offered as if it was nothing. "See if there is a way in through the top, that way one or two of us could go in from the sky, two from the front, while the rest flank." Shilo's whisper was quiet enough for only Frank to hear so that it didn't call any attention to the group as it started around the warehouse. She remind silent, waiting for Frank's input, though if she thought her idea was better than anything proposed than she would follow her instinct of going in high. When Shilo went quiet, it was like she almost disappeared. Her footsteps were silent, she made no sound with her breathing, and even her presences seemed to be muted.
QizPizza
) Baiken (
Zamasu
), Jak (
darkred
), Asuka (
marc122
), Frank (
FactionGuerrilla
),
Drakerus
,
Centurion_
, and
Haz.
Location: 52 Grapevine Street Northeast
Shilo watched as Delsin rangled in his friend, crossing her arms in annoyance as she watched the group, her head turning to the left to check out who was there as she could not see out of the corner of her eye on that side. Shilo had stayed back as those who, for some reason, started to enter the warehouse. The assassin, who had obviously been on many missions where entering from the front door had been a death sentence, had been on equally as many missions that going through the main entrance had been the best tactic... well, for this particular instance, Shilo didn't really know how she felt. Her instincts weren't exactly going off, any more than they would being surrounded by a group of strangers. So, the assassin stood back, not wanting to take charge of the group because, in all honesty, she couldn't care less what happened to any one of them. Shilo watched as Jak joined Delsin and Baiken, wondering how capable that trio actually was, considering at least one of them was not the brightest knife in the crayon box. Shilo heard someone barking orders at the group, which was funny enough that someone was trying to control this group. She turned her head, still looking a bit annoyed, when her name called and turned to see the Marine from earlier was the one who was trying to take control. "Makes sense." She murmured to herself, remembering how her co-leader Vincent was always the one to bark orders before Shilo as, just like now, Shilo was more likely to sit back and see how an idiotic plan would play out. "Auf Wiedersehen," the raven haired woman said to Asuka before leaving the young girl's side to follow after Frank and the other two that had been called. "I could climb my way to the top," the assassin offered as if it was nothing. "See if there is a way in through the top, that way one or two of us could go in from the sky, two from the front, while the rest flank." Shilo's whisper was quiet enough for only Frank to hear so that it didn't call any attention to the group as it started around the warehouse. She remind silent, waiting for Frank's input, though if she thought her idea was better than anything proposed than she would follow her instinct of going in high. When Shilo went quiet, it was like she almost disappeared. Her footsteps were silent, she made no sound with her breathing, and even her presences seemed to be muted.
Drakerus
Friendly Doge
“Okay! I’ll follow your-“ Lann covers his mouth as soon as he realized he was exclaiming the phrase. He settles for giving a small nod, his mouth still covered as he watches Frank move along the ground. The boy follows suit and crouches down. While moving, he observes the other strangers moving towards the building in their own way. The peculiar helmet wearing magic man somehow jumped straight onto the roof, much to Lann’s awe. He also made note of Lucario, who’s appearance stood out among the others. Although Lann didn’t know what a ‘pokemon’ was, the humanoid jackal gave the boy a vibe very similar to that of the Mirages back in Grymoire. As he moved towards the pile of rubble, his wandering gaze distracted him from the debris in his way and the boy soon found himself tripping and hitting the gravel with an audible crackly thud.
“Ow...”
FactionGuerrilla
Centurion_
“Ow...”
FactionGuerrilla
Centurion_
Centurion_
yup im THE guy
"Yeah, I do too. But like I said, unless any of you folks have any better ideas this is our only lead to this 'Millennium City', we have to follow this thing even if it's a damned trap" Frank replied before he noticed Baiken rushing in. He became seemingly speechless for a few moments before his expression changed into a furious glare. Before he could knock the living daylights out of the idiot girl, though, Delsin managed to yank that fool back and away from the entrance just in time for her to not be spotted by whoever was inside. Good. They still kind of had an opportunity to make a smarter move here- normally something he wouldn't do, but flanking was an exception to "tactical" shit he hated. On the contrary, he kind of liked flanking maneuvers- they usually landed him free kills against idiot Commies without having to worry about shedding some of his own blood. And he most certainly needed to make sure he didn't get any of these folks killed- flanking was their best bet instead of a complete rush out.
"Damn it, folks, let's get our shit together! It doesn't smell like a trap for no reason, let's not walk straight into it!" He snapped at everyone who was nearby- more specifically the one-armed bitch herself- before gesturing towards the other sides of the warehouse, his brow furrowing as he thought for a moment or two.
"Alright. I suggest that everyone spread out, look for different ways in. I say only two folks should be going through the front door, tops- otherwise you're asking for trouble. Find some other entrances, make sure not to make any noises," The 'Nam survivor growled, although his volume was relatively toned down so as to not alert anyone who could potentially be lurking within the warehouse. He then pointed to both Niwatori and Lann, the two folks he had originally encountered, gesturing for both to follow him.
"You two, on me. Make sure to stay as close behind me as you can- I don't need extra bloodshed on my hands especially in foreign territory," Woods ordered, although his eyes did glaze over "Agent Saga" as if he longed for a second, more combat-experienced partner, before moving towards the back of the warehouse. He made sure that the duo followed him at all costs, though, before reaching a crack at the back of the warehouse. He silently counted to fifteen, hoping that the others would be able to find their own different entrances through, before going prone in front of the entrance. He glanced towards the two youngish "teammates"- at least, in his eyes- before putting a finger to his lips to indicate for them to move as quietly as possible, then moved his finger and pointed towards a nearby large pile of debris to indicate that they should have to move there. Not waiting to see if either would comprehend what he was trying to mean, the soldier began belly-crawling his way towards the debris to try and hide behind it.
Niwatori nods and smiles at Frank, looking up at him as he orders her and Lann to stay with him. To be honest, she wasn't too happy about having to go in, but having the American protect her and act as the muscle made her feel slightly more comfortable about the situation. If she had her way, she would simply wait outside and get a better look of the situation before heading in blind like this using her 'Eye of the Cormorant' to send a few birds into the warehouse for better view of the situation, but it would remain better for her if she didn't have to disclose her abilities to anyone for as long as possible.
Frank signaled to the two for silence and entered the prone position, crawling towards the debris. Before she would follow; she decided to try and test her ability to at least gain some sort of personal advantage.
Unlucky for her, there was only two birds in the nearby area; which wouldn't be enough for any kind of major attacks on anyone. Accepting this was easy enough for her, at least she had something to work with. Through resourcefulness and quick-thinking, she decided that it would be best if she simply perched the two birds on an elevated vantage point outside of their entrance to cover the trio's or more specifically her back.
Not informing anyone of this fact, she nods and begins to crawl alongside the other two with no physical indication that she had made any form of contact with any birds or even used her ability. However, it was fairly irritating and agitating that she had to crawl belly first along the floor considering that her feather bikini barely covered any of the Chicken's skin, making the experience a little painful for her.
She faintly moans and puffs as she crawls behind the two.
"..Ngh.. ..Hnf..."
FactionGuerrilla
Drakerus
Haz.
Zamasu
The Ningen-Slaying Supreme Kai
Baiken
The samurai takes a deep breath, calming herself down. She puts her sword back to its sheath and then she turns to Delsin to say "I could not wait any longer. If we need to find answers, then the time is now. I prefer to go alone, but then there's you. So what choice do I have to make? Geez, and the middle-aged soldier gets to do what is right, asshole." It may seem that she doesn't like to take orders from someone else. A very rough woman indeed.
QizPizza
FactionGuerrilla
The samurai takes a deep breath, calming herself down. She puts her sword back to its sheath and then she turns to Delsin to say "I could not wait any longer. If we need to find answers, then the time is now. I prefer to go alone, but then there's you. So what choice do I have to make? Geez, and the middle-aged soldier gets to do what is right, asshole." It may seem that she doesn't like to take orders from someone else. A very rough woman indeed.
QizPizza
FactionGuerrilla
domisunique
Let your imagination run wild.
The Stranger follows behind the group, he never had help. He was the forerunner, the scout... the Pilot. Nonetheless they were all gathered here because of the same weird circumstances and as weird as it was, he would likely need help. He was unarmed and weakened and until he reached full power he wasn't going to take chances. On the bright side he didn't have to fight anyone... yet. As such the Stranger made sure to pick up a weapon before he entered the door. The stranger looked around the alley way, doing a quick scan and looking around the disheveled street and soon enough the Stranger found that his best option was an old piece of pipe, but it was better than nothing at all.
With the little he could arm himself with he entered the door after his new companions, crossing the threshold into this ominous building, but the Stranger had plenty time to analyze this and think about, he need not worry.
(I'm so sorry for not posting as much as I should! Please forgive me... or interact with me because you know, open for interaction.)
With the little he could arm himself with he entered the door after his new companions, crossing the threshold into this ominous building, but the Stranger had plenty time to analyze this and think about, he need not worry.
(I'm so sorry for not posting as much as I should! Please forgive me... or interact with me because you know, open for interaction.)
Haz.
Mask? I wear no mask.
The inside of the warehouse was just as decrepit as the outside, metal supports giving in to the ravages of time and the damp that leaked through the worn roof, spots of rust showing along large beams that lined the walls. The windows were beginning to glow with the faint tint of the rising sun, the glass starting to take on a soft orange glow, helping the group make out several piles of rubble on the floor.
It seems that this place was being at least somewhat maintained, as the few loose bricks and sections of the warehouse that had crumbled due to age had been organised into neat piles. Perhaps this place was being renovated? Whatever the case was, it was entirely barren barring those few piles of masonry and rusty metal.
The air inside was musty, the smell of the moisture that had dribbled inside notable to anyone who came even remotely close to an opening. The whole place just seemed like it had been forgotten, though it was hard to tell just how long ago that may have happened.
But the facade of eerie abandonment quickly became clear to Lucario. Despite the watchful gazes of Corvo and Niwata’s birds, the warehouse’s interior appeared, like its exterior, completely and utterly desolate.
Yet the Pokémon’s aura-reading ability was not fooled.
Within the decrepit building, one, ordinary, human soul lurked under the rubble-ridden floor-tiles, hidden in plain sight.
Before the mystical canine could warn the others, however…
The sound of gunfire deafened the ears of the wanderers, with bullets hastily tearing through the air and shredding the walls with absolute ease. Once it ceased, all that was clear to the naked eye was the form of a six-foot, blonde, flat-topped man donning an oily-green Nazi uniform, and an enormous, golden gatling gun jutting out of his abdominal region, stepping through the pulverised doorway, with a shit-eating smirk crossing his face.
“German science truly is the world’s greatest, isn’t it!?” The Nazi-Terminator-Cyborg cheered, raising his fist into the air.
“I’ve been waiting for you. If I hadn't been the one who lured you here in the first place, I’d be welcoming you into my battalion with open arms!”
He chuckled, adjusting his crimson-tinted monocle.
“But alas, that is not why I’m here. What you should truly be wondering is ‘how will I, a mere, non-German, combat the the culmination of the finest of German war machines’!”
The German scoffed, shaking his head in condescending delight.
“I will take pity on you, and so, grant you this:”
Following a series of mechanical clicks and whirs, the destructive cannon retracted into his stomach, a bubble-like orb of sorts emerging in its place.
“Take this, and you shall regain a fraction of your former might, weaponry and abilities for the duration of our conflict--But I doubt that will be enough to match the strength of officer Rudol von Stroheim of the proud German army!”
Noivian
domisunique
Centurion_
Daunting_Doggo
Rhysie
Chungchangching
Communist
TrueBananaz
Best Trekkie.
DailyRoLord
Sebluc
darkred
FactionGuerrilla
marc122
Rysesaka
Zamasu
Corrosion
Drakerus
jigglesworth
Le Fuzzy Maraca
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official clown business
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It seems that this place was being at least somewhat maintained, as the few loose bricks and sections of the warehouse that had crumbled due to age had been organised into neat piles. Perhaps this place was being renovated? Whatever the case was, it was entirely barren barring those few piles of masonry and rusty metal.
The air inside was musty, the smell of the moisture that had dribbled inside notable to anyone who came even remotely close to an opening. The whole place just seemed like it had been forgotten, though it was hard to tell just how long ago that may have happened.
But the facade of eerie abandonment quickly became clear to Lucario. Despite the watchful gazes of Corvo and Niwata’s birds, the warehouse’s interior appeared, like its exterior, completely and utterly desolate.
Yet the Pokémon’s aura-reading ability was not fooled.
Within the decrepit building, one, ordinary, human soul lurked under the rubble-ridden floor-tiles, hidden in plain sight.
Before the mystical canine could warn the others, however…
The sound of gunfire deafened the ears of the wanderers, with bullets hastily tearing through the air and shredding the walls with absolute ease. Once it ceased, all that was clear to the naked eye was the form of a six-foot, blonde, flat-topped man donning an oily-green Nazi uniform, and an enormous, golden gatling gun jutting out of his abdominal region, stepping through the pulverised doorway, with a shit-eating smirk crossing his face.
“German science truly is the world’s greatest, isn’t it!?” The Nazi-Terminator-Cyborg cheered, raising his fist into the air.
“I’ve been waiting for you. If I hadn't been the one who lured you here in the first place, I’d be welcoming you into my battalion with open arms!”
He chuckled, adjusting his crimson-tinted monocle.
“But alas, that is not why I’m here. What you should truly be wondering is ‘how will I, a mere, non-German, combat the the culmination of the finest of German war machines’!”
The German scoffed, shaking his head in condescending delight.
“I will take pity on you, and so, grant you this:”
Following a series of mechanical clicks and whirs, the destructive cannon retracted into his stomach, a bubble-like orb of sorts emerging in its place.
“Take this, and you shall regain a fraction of your former might, weaponry and abilities for the duration of our conflict--But I doubt that will be enough to match the strength of officer Rudol von Stroheim of the proud German army!”
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Let your imagination run wild.
The Stranger who has been quiet and unintrusive before had now perked up he decided to take the offer. He knew he was weak and one way or another if it was a trap if he reacted quick enough he would be fine. So with that he went up to the officer, not caring of his race or affiliation only caring that he had decalred himself an enemy of immediate conflict. The stranger quickly grabbed the Orb with intent to use it and once he had the curious object in his grasp he backed away, getting to a safe distance. Now on guard he was ready and he'd be even more so once he used the Orb... if he could figure out how it worked.
Haz.
Haz.
YellowTemperence
Lucario
Lucario
Post Theme (Starting from beginning to 1:22)
Finally in a more familiar setting, Lucario set aside his worries of his image and stepped past the group, politely squeezing through them albeit completely silent as he did so. He was careful not to accidentally scratch anyone with his chest or paw spikes, as that would... probably end badly.
Once in front of the group, Lucario fixed his gaze firmly on Stroheim. It wasn't a look of hate or excitement, no. Lucario looked to be inspecting Stroheim's uniform.
"You're a human soldier, aren't you?" The canine tilted his head in inquiry. "Well, maybe not completely human. I've never met a human who can hide a gun inside of their body... anyway, that's beside the point." Lucario let a smile shine through. "I've heard about soldiers like you. I've heard that most of you die with a lot of honor and dignity and are praised for their bravery," he acknowledged as he took a step forward, though the step's intent was very difficult to discern. For a moment, it looked like Lucario would break into a sprint to assault the man, but a few seconds passed by without Lucario doing anything of the sort. Then, he turned to The Stranger and placed his paw on the Orb without any hesitation. The Aura Pokemon turned his stare back to Stroheim, his smile completely gone.
"I can only hope that you have that same honor," he stated coldly.
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Maxwell followed alongside Pat. He wasn't too thrilled about his suit being stained but Wilson wasn't given any more time to attack him at least.
When he had the time he'd thank Pat for what he'd done. He would have thanked the military man for pulling Wilson off of him if he hadn't been insulted. Actually first he wanted to know what Pat had done.
As everyone walked towards the address, Maxwell had a feeling it was a trap. However it was the only lead he had so far, going with the flow seemed best for now. But he wouldn't waltz into gunfire.
In fact he had a feeling the large building up ahead was what everyone was looking for.
Indeed, the first thing that happened was a woman who looked like a warrior from another country kicking the door. Maxwell was stunned to silence at this brash of an act. He turned to Pat who was now on the roof "How on Earth, what kind of magic is that?" Maxwell said, probably not loud enough for the fellow magician to hear.
What he heard soon after sounded like a firing squad. Maxwell ducked and covered his ears in attempt to save his skin. What he didn't hear was the sound of a bullet piercing flesh. Whoever fired all those shots just sent a warning. The magician got back up "How... undignified." He muttered. But curiosity overtook him and he looked to see the cause.
A mix between German man and machine made it clear it was his handiwork, and he was offering them something to fight him with. "As if I'm going to be caught up in this... But having another of my things is quite tempting." The magician monologued to himself. "Best to wait for someone more brash to go first, just to see if this is another chat." Maxwell stepped back from the building some. But remained close enough to see what would happen next.
Daunting_Doggo
Haz.
@/anyone else
When he had the time he'd thank Pat for what he'd done. He would have thanked the military man for pulling Wilson off of him if he hadn't been insulted. Actually first he wanted to know what Pat had done.
As everyone walked towards the address, Maxwell had a feeling it was a trap. However it was the only lead he had so far, going with the flow seemed best for now. But he wouldn't waltz into gunfire.
In fact he had a feeling the large building up ahead was what everyone was looking for.
Indeed, the first thing that happened was a woman who looked like a warrior from another country kicking the door. Maxwell was stunned to silence at this brash of an act. He turned to Pat who was now on the roof "How on Earth, what kind of magic is that?" Maxwell said, probably not loud enough for the fellow magician to hear.
What he heard soon after sounded like a firing squad. Maxwell ducked and covered his ears in attempt to save his skin. What he didn't hear was the sound of a bullet piercing flesh. Whoever fired all those shots just sent a warning. The magician got back up "How... undignified." He muttered. But curiosity overtook him and he looked to see the cause.
A mix between German man and machine made it clear it was his handiwork, and he was offering them something to fight him with. "As if I'm going to be caught up in this... But having another of my things is quite tempting." The magician monologued to himself. "Best to wait for someone more brash to go first, just to see if this is another chat." Maxwell stepped back from the building some. But remained close enough to see what would happen next.
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Haz.
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ManyFaces
@-Anyone i might've missed"Vow...(Wow...)"
One could only imagine how much Child!Asuka was impressed by how Rudol von Stroheim, or simply Stroheim, was able to pack a large amount of heavy weaponry into him. Although she did get scared at first when he appeared without warning, firing guns into the air, she eventually thought of him as a proud, loud idol. To her, unlike the others, the Nazi German was just like one of the heroes from those superhero comics she saw that one time while she was walking down a street with her father in Germany. Not only that, but it was a stark contrast to the stoic man archetype that she had come to loathe, all because Mr. Langley was too late to stop Kyoko, so Asuka immediately took a liking to him, all because of his personality and looks. Then a big smile formed on her face, as she simply couldn't hold in all of her happiness.
"Ooh! Ich! Ich zuerst, Schtwoheim! (Ooh! Me! Me first, Stroheim!)"
Asuka happily exclaimed, as she immediately got out of the way of those standing in front of her, running up to Stroheim but keeping herself away from him at three times the arm distance.
One could only imagine how much Child!Asuka was impressed by how Rudol von Stroheim, or simply Stroheim, was able to pack a large amount of heavy weaponry into him. Although she did get scared at first when he appeared without warning, firing guns into the air, she eventually thought of him as a proud, loud idol. To her, unlike the others, the Nazi German was just like one of the heroes from those superhero comics she saw that one time while she was walking down a street with her father in Germany. Not only that, but it was a stark contrast to the stoic man archetype that she had come to loathe, all because Mr. Langley was too late to stop Kyoko, so Asuka immediately took a liking to him, all because of his personality and looks. Then a big smile formed on her face, as she simply couldn't hold in all of her happiness.
"Ooh! Ich! Ich zuerst, Schtwoheim! (Ooh! Me! Me first, Stroheim!)"
Asuka happily exclaimed, as she immediately got out of the way of those standing in front of her, running up to Stroheim but keeping herself away from him at three times the arm distance.
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The Ningen-Slaying Supreme Kai
Baiken
The samurai looked over at Stroheim and has gain a little interest in. "You look like the type of guy that I could cut down within ten to twenty strikes. You could be a very interesting opponent to me." She then walks over to the orb and places her only hand on it, not caring of the consequences it brings, so long as she has herself a very good fight against the cyborg Nazi general.
Haz.
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Nightwisher
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darkred
DapperDogman
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ManyFaces
Anyone
The samurai looked over at Stroheim and has gain a little interest in. "You look like the type of guy that I could cut down within ten to twenty strikes. You could be a very interesting opponent to me." She then walks over to the orb and places her only hand on it, not caring of the consequences it brings, so long as she has herself a very good fight against the cyborg Nazi general.
Haz.
marc122
QizPizza
Drakerus
Nightwisher
YellowTemperence
jigglesworth
darkred
DapperDogman
@Daunting_Doggo
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Centurion_
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ManyFaces
Anyone
Daunting_Doggo
Not a dog anymore?
Pat began to walk along the roof looking for a hole only for his search for a suitable hole to penetrate through stopped by a loud noise. It sounded like it was a gun, an obnoxiously loud gun, and from what he could tell it was coming from inside the warehouse meaning someone died. Not being the one to pass free souls Pat turns back and then looks over to see a weaponized troll figurine come out and then after complimenting itself at the expense of the group drop some orbs.
His attention now grabbed he bites his finger again smearing some on his forehead and slowly dropping back to the ground right behind Stroheim. He taps his bloody finger on his back lightly leaving a small blood mark and then bends down picking an orb. As he picks it up the orb disappears and he can feel his grasp on the material world returning to what it was before;
"Ah, so this is I why I was able to alternate the gravity I was experiencing, this thing was resonating with me. Thank you for the gift.". As he gives a smile to Stroheim and walks next to Maxwell. He then performs a 180-degree turn and sits down with his legs crossed resting his head on his hand. Looking up to Maxwell he tells him;
"Well go on Maxwell, our host graciously offered us some gifts and from what I see he only plans on murdering us after we get our abilities back.".
FactionGuerrilla
I'll do what I can.
"Son of a bitch..." Frank muttered under his breath- inaudible for both Lann and Niwatori- as they more or less miserably failed at being as quiet and stealthy as possible. However, it seemed that they could still somewhat maintain being unnoticed if they so chose- the unhinged stranger had went out through the main door, and hadn't engaged any of the trio. He took one glance at his newfound company before gesturing at the ground for them to stay put.
"Alright, I don't need blood on my hands- and by the looks of it, neither of you seem like you've been in a fight. Stay here, behind the rubble, and make sure the giant freak doesn't see you. And if he gets rid of everyone- including me- run for your lives." He ordered both- although they could simply ignore him if they so pleased- before getting up and walking out of the warehouse, a suspicious expression growing on his face. He glanced up to lock eyes with Agent Shilo, and locked his jaw as he looked away- maybe she could help him in this fight.
"Honor and dignity? A Nazi? It's either one or the other, pal- if you ain't aware these dogs fucking murdered millions. The only good Nazi ends up the exact same as a "good" NVA Commie- six feet under, dead." Woods growled, his suspicion turning into a glare as he tightened his fists. Walking forwards, the American reached forwards and grabbed at the orb, pulling out one of his favorite guns- a heavily modded Colt M16A1 rifle, with ammunition that could easily pierce through most things and a powerful underbarrel grenade launcher- and proceeding to back away. The American, maintaining his scowl as he did so, inserted one of his magazines that he had on his bandolier, readying his gun and aiming it at the Nazi cyborg. He would have pulled the trigger, but he waited for everyone else to grab the orb and potentially get their own powers and weapons.
"And you know what? I don't care what the hell you are, I'm still gonna shoot you until you fucking die. Bring it on, you German scumbag."
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Nightwisher
And don't you dare go hollow....
~Shilo Saga: Interacting with Lann (
Drakerus
), Niwatori (
Centurion_
) Frank (
FactionGuerrilla
), Asuka (
marc122
), Stohiem (
Haz.
), and @-Anyone else who wants to interact with Shilo.
Location: Inside the warehouse
Shilo shot a glare at Lann, the teal gaze as sharp as the edge of a razor blade before she watched Niwatori do her own little... whatever it was. The assassin stared for a second before having to look away out of both first hand embarrassment of staring at the girl's body second hand embarrassment for what the woman-chicken was doing. When the assassin heard gun fire, she reached for her left leg out of habit, only to have her hand grasp around nothing. Right... her weapons were gone, except for... Shilo flexed her hand, not ready to pull that trick out of her sleeve quite yet. Shilo looked at Frank only to find him looking at her, she gave a small nod as the two of them silently communicated. That was the nice thing about being trained in combat, it was pretty easy to get the simple messages across. "A Nazi?" Shilo asked, almost amused. "What a cliche..." the agent was less than impressed, but she did raise an eyebrow at his speech about gaining power from the orb. Shilo looked over at Frank and gave a silent sigh at his little speech. As Frank stepped forward, however, Agent Saga followed without hesitation. She was ready to have Frank's back if he needed it. When he got his weapon from the orb, Shilo smirked and reached for the orb herself. Small throwing knives appeared at her belt and she smirked, pulling one out and twirling it between her fingers. For a moment she thought about leaving, she had most of her weapons now, she'd be safer than before... but was she really okay with leaving Frank, who reminded her a bit of Vincent, and Asuka who despite being excited about whatever was going on, was still just a child. The raven haired agent decided to stand her ground at see what she got out of it.
Drakerus
), Niwatori (
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) Frank (
FactionGuerrilla
), Asuka (
marc122
), Stohiem (
Haz.
), and @-Anyone else who wants to interact with Shilo. Location: Inside the warehouse
Shilo shot a glare at Lann, the teal gaze as sharp as the edge of a razor blade before she watched Niwatori do her own little... whatever it was. The assassin stared for a second before having to look away out of both first hand embarrassment of staring at the girl's body second hand embarrassment for what the woman-chicken was doing. When the assassin heard gun fire, she reached for her left leg out of habit, only to have her hand grasp around nothing. Right... her weapons were gone, except for... Shilo flexed her hand, not ready to pull that trick out of her sleeve quite yet. Shilo looked at Frank only to find him looking at her, she gave a small nod as the two of them silently communicated. That was the nice thing about being trained in combat, it was pretty easy to get the simple messages across. "A Nazi?" Shilo asked, almost amused. "What a cliche..." the agent was less than impressed, but she did raise an eyebrow at his speech about gaining power from the orb. Shilo looked over at Frank and gave a silent sigh at his little speech. As Frank stepped forward, however, Agent Saga followed without hesitation. She was ready to have Frank's back if he needed it. When he got his weapon from the orb, Shilo smirked and reached for the orb herself. Small throwing knives appeared at her belt and she smirked, pulling one out and twirling it between her fingers. For a moment she thought about leaving, she had most of her weapons now, she'd be safer than before... but was she really okay with leaving Frank, who reminded her a bit of Vincent, and Asuka who despite being excited about whatever was going on, was still just a child. The raven haired agent decided to stand her ground at see what she got out of it.
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Not Quiznos
jigglesworth
Some words you just read.
Going around the warehouse he found a hole on the right side. This is where he decided to peep into the building. He crouched down at his position and looked in. Whether it was unfortunate or not that it's empty, Corvo was surprised. He had expected something, or someone, at least, but there was only rubble. Oddly positioned rubble, no less. He thought about going inside, but that thought was thrown out the window as bullets suddenly sprayed in every direction. He dived to the ground, covering his head with his hands to protect it. What could possibly have done that? Corvo has had semi-auto pistols before, but that must have been ten times more bullets than he could carry, and ten times the speed!
When it all stopped, he quickly checked himself for any injuries or bullet wounds. Thankfully, he was fine, but he might not be able to say the same for everyone else. As for the perpetrator who shot at everyone, he began speaking to the newcomers, sort of explaining things. Really though, it left the assassin with more questions. He looked quite odd, and was apparently "German", a nation Corvo has never heard of. His appearance was strange, sure, but what was the most strange, and very disturbing, was the gun sticking out of his stomach. He didn't seem to pay attention to it, so this is supposed to happen for him. He must be some sort of robot, one much more advanced than Jindosh's clockwork soldiers.
The previous thought was only reinforced as he "took pity on them", by transforming the gun into an orb of sorts. It will allegedly give something of theirs back, which most intrigued Corvo. He obviously won't be able to get his powers back, for that requires the Outsider's Mark, so he begins thinking of the best choice for him. As he thought, he watched from the shadows the others speaking with the blond robot. The intense looking man from earlier seemed to be especially angry at the bot, so Corvo doesn't think there is a point in trying to do this nonlethally. The question whether he should consider it did not come to mind, as he was focused on other things.
One of them being the odd reaction from the little girl, who seemed to be enthused by the robot. No matter, though, Corvo needs to help them fight this Stroheim. How to work the orb was demonstrated, thankfully, by multiple people. So the old man left his hiding spot, and walked directly towards the blond. He stared at the orb for a second, fascinated by it. It is likely not from the Outsider. Corvo puts his hand in the orb, and pulls out a pistol. This one in particular, though, is his fully upgraded one from Piero, packed with 10 explosive bullets. He would have picked something more.. subtle, but the robot said it was for the duration of the fight. As such, thinking long term is useless. Also, Corvo would have chosen a crossbow with sleep darts, but that wouldn't work against a robot. And even if it is human, it will likely be very resistant to a sleep dart from the mid 1800's.
After taking his pistol and ammo, he backed away from the German. He unfolded his sword, and his pistol was at the ready. "Alright, let's get this over with, Stroheim." Corvo was very comfortable with his odds, everyone here seemed quite formidable, and now they have a previous weapon or power of their choice. He readies himself in a stance. Corvo knows not everyone might have had a chance to use the orb, but he still felt comfortable being ready.
Haz.
When it all stopped, he quickly checked himself for any injuries or bullet wounds. Thankfully, he was fine, but he might not be able to say the same for everyone else. As for the perpetrator who shot at everyone, he began speaking to the newcomers, sort of explaining things. Really though, it left the assassin with more questions. He looked quite odd, and was apparently "German", a nation Corvo has never heard of. His appearance was strange, sure, but what was the most strange, and very disturbing, was the gun sticking out of his stomach. He didn't seem to pay attention to it, so this is supposed to happen for him. He must be some sort of robot, one much more advanced than Jindosh's clockwork soldiers.
The previous thought was only reinforced as he "took pity on them", by transforming the gun into an orb of sorts. It will allegedly give something of theirs back, which most intrigued Corvo. He obviously won't be able to get his powers back, for that requires the Outsider's Mark, so he begins thinking of the best choice for him. As he thought, he watched from the shadows the others speaking with the blond robot. The intense looking man from earlier seemed to be especially angry at the bot, so Corvo doesn't think there is a point in trying to do this nonlethally. The question whether he should consider it did not come to mind, as he was focused on other things.
One of them being the odd reaction from the little girl, who seemed to be enthused by the robot. No matter, though, Corvo needs to help them fight this Stroheim. How to work the orb was demonstrated, thankfully, by multiple people. So the old man left his hiding spot, and walked directly towards the blond. He stared at the orb for a second, fascinated by it. It is likely not from the Outsider. Corvo puts his hand in the orb, and pulls out a pistol. This one in particular, though, is his fully upgraded one from Piero, packed with 10 explosive bullets. He would have picked something more.. subtle, but the robot said it was for the duration of the fight. As such, thinking long term is useless. Also, Corvo would have chosen a crossbow with sleep darts, but that wouldn't work against a robot. And even if it is human, it will likely be very resistant to a sleep dart from the mid 1800's.
After taking his pistol and ammo, he backed away from the German. He unfolded his sword, and his pistol was at the ready. "Alright, let's get this over with, Stroheim." Corvo was very comfortable with his odds, everyone here seemed quite formidable, and now they have a previous weapon or power of their choice. He readies himself in a stance. Corvo knows not everyone might have had a chance to use the orb, but he still felt comfortable being ready.
Haz.
Rhysie
“I’ll name my first born, Loader Bot”
Handsome Jack
Status: Unknown for the moment
Location: 52 North-East Grapevine St. - Inside a warehouse
Current Inventory: Hyperion Nemesis (Repeater Pistol) and a Maliwan "Impaler" Shield (For now)
Going through the warehouse, the corporate maniac saw the darn monster that had a fricking machine gun in his stomach "Well at least this is nothing compared to The Warrior" said Jack to himself , but having his loyal weapon ready for anything, why not go even prepared but with a shield, say hello to the Maliwan Impaler, one of the most corrosive shields to [possibly] counter-attack the enemy with, this may be a last resort to the enemy's last stance as flipping the bird to the monster "You know what's good for you, don't act up and die already for fuck sakes" The man who had killed his boss by strangulating the heck outta him said
"Come and get me" those could be one of the last words the masked madman may have said as he just winked and jumped into combat first attacking the darn thing with the Nemesis Repeater Pistol, waiting for the great opportunity to use the shield
Haz.