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Fandom Transgressions -- A Multifandom RP *roleplay thread*

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gwenpool

she deserved better
Urdnot Wrex, Lord Asriel Belacqua and Stelmaria
The krogan, the king, and the snow leopard dæmon were both present at the morning Utopian meeting, the krogan standing idly in the back of the room, by the wall and tables. Asriel entered with Stelmaria, handing the krogan one of the two cups of coffee in his hands. Wrex gave a dutiful nod, taking it as the human joined his listening.
"He's been getting more concerned with security," Wrex commented quietly to Asriel, a sort of under his breath tone.
"Well, an attack would do that," responded Asriel, not as concerned with it as the krogan. For him, this just meant a safer place to continue his work, "but I'll admit, there's a way this could turn to an unhealthy progression." Stelmaria thought on how it was already unsavory to leave Utopia.
"Defunding the military was a good choice," Stelmaria stated.
"True," said Asriel, "it's not like we need one."
"What if there's another attack?" Urdnot Wrex countered. He wasn't here for it, but saw the aftermath, "I don't know what the hell that was about."
"Legally, an attack on Utopia is an attack on Singapore," Stelmaria answered, "their military would be one to respond." Wrex remembered now one of the originally terms of this land; they couldn't have an official military. So it made sense that Rex Texas would be so on edge on preventing people marching around with weapons and military vehicles.
"Shame about Liberty Prime, though," reckoned Asriel.
"Yea, he's in need of a home as good as anyone else," Wrex shrugged. He
knew of creatures like Legion, who despite robotics were alive all the same, though it took a lot for him to realize it, "well, worse comes to worse, there's always our mix-up of misfits to take down whatever comes."

Zadruch Vohn and Pepper
"Whatever happens, I hope to be a continent away from the fallout," Zadruch responded honestly, "I can only assume everyone and their mother is working on a solution, and I'd imagine I'd hear about one eventually. Still unsure whether I want to go back or not."
"You're a real hero, sir," Pepper commented as he appeared to lead them in their path, which prompted Zadruch to stop.
"How much farther until we're out, Pepper?" asked Zadruch, ignoring the Ghost's harsh synthetic tongue.
"8.4 miles, as long as you don't take any detours," the Ghost responded dutifully.
"Well then, I guess it's up to you whether you want to camp for now or
not," Zadruch said, "we've bound to be out of any monstrous territories -- at least I hope, for now." He still thought of what his Ghost said. Zadruch wouldn't lie to himself -- there's a sort of calm to being in this world, where your duties and obligations can't haunt you. Former duties and obligations. Here, it felt more comfortable to be emotionally distant to what happened before. As for Jack, he wondered what a time it was for this man, but never tried to pressure those he came across. Most any company was good company right now.

Samara, Ushukih Kiuk
"I cannot condone what you are doing," Samara said solemnly, detached instantly, "I hope you stay far away, so that my Oath of Servitude does not compel me to kill you." Anyone in the Taskforce does not have the right to enter this country, so hopefully Samara would never have to witness aggression that would result in the Asari having to kill by her Code. But he left all the same, leaving Samara once again in her quiet existence. After some time had passed, Samara found herself at the door of the Drell woman Ushukih Kiuk. After knocking only once, the Asari heard the magnetic lock click.
"Come in, Samara," said the distant trilled voice of Ushukih. There was no one at the door to greet Samara, so she presumed she must have cameras and a cloud-based system to unlock the door. She found Ushukih glancing over some papers, in a circular chair that hung from the ceiling, looking pleased with herself. The lime-colored Drell seemed to jump in her expression when she saw the expected Asari, and tucked the papers away.
"Sorry, that was just... really exciting stuff. Very juicy. Dramatic," Ushukih said, reading over the very same files that Rorke had, which she had acquired very illegally. She found it very curious that one who so quickly found Utopia disregarded it so quickly for the Taskforce. Not that she judged.

"Do not worry, I have had my share of the dramatic for some time," assured Samara monotonously, unaware that the files Ushukih read were of the same man she just watched depart, "I am here because I would like to spar again."
"Oh! Yea, sure!" Ushukih said with some surprise, and quick enthusiasm. The Drell lived for competition, so having such a powerful opponent as an Asari Justicar was fantastic. And Samara also felt a fair opponent in the Drell, who even without biotic abilities could stand a chance, due to her seemingly endless knowledge on hand-to-hand self-defense. She wondered where a Drell of her galaxy found the training for that, because it was not from a style she recognized.
"Throw whatever you've got at me, Samara," Ushukih said playfully, "but if you hurt my good looks, I'll bring out my bow." The two started across her home, to her back lot.

Starflight
"New recruits look good to me," Starflight commented, letting his words be transcribed on his monitor as he stood up tall behind his desk, "uh, maybe don't send Liberty Prime on any scouting missions or patrols outside of the base. He seems like a very...mmm.... 'lethal' kinda guy, and I still want us to stay below the minimum casualty threshold." The plans for the new prison layout were coming along fine. He took his longing for safety and tried to imbue that feeling in his designs. More a settlement than a prison; he took his trace ideas of Utopia as inspiration.

Widowmaker
Now that she was mission-less for the moment, Amélie had hidden herself in the furthermost room of Morocco's little base. There, when she detected she was alone, even going as far as to infra-red scan for any nearby individuals, she removed her visor and placed it next to her rifle, which leaned up against the wall. All things considered, despite its lack of recent upkeep, the architecture was artful, and even down here the floors were lined with orange and pale mosaic tiling, though somewhat battered. One could tell she used this room frequently, because the few non-combat items she owned were already here, small and few between. One such thing was a record player, on the old wooden dining table. The record was already placed, so she started it, and Tous les garçons et les filles started to play. Using the rhythm as a guide, she started to go through the simple starting moves of her ballet training, progressively going into her more advanced reps before finally beginning to morph into dancing the same moves as her final night's performance -- the final night of her past life, when she was still Amélie, the famed ballet dancer.
 

Mystical Birb

The Little Sis
Rook
Resistance headquarters
Interactions: Open


Rook saw the ingot glow orange, meaning it was ready. She grabbed the ingot with the blacksmithing tongs she held in her hand. She set the glowing ingot onto the anvil. Rook quickly picked up one of her ‘shaping’ hammers. She then started to beat the ingot into something close to the shape she wanted.
after a minute of beating, she saw the orange color die down. She grabbed the tongs once more and quickly put it back into the fire. As she waited for the the ingot to heat, she looked at her previous projects that were put into a giant 1 wall glass case filled with stands for the weapons. She quickly unlocked the case with a pin code, then opened it. She picked up her favorite item she had created. It was a retractable blade, assassin style. It was sleek and easy to hide. It was activated by a flick on the wrist and retracted the same way. It was many hours of work but she was so happy with how it turned out.
the blade on this project was extra special, she had ‘carved’ things that reminded her of hope County. There was a tiny bear, a small mountain lion, and a dog. With a floral design around them. It was a beautifully made piece. Rook put the retractable blade on her wrist and put back on her glove. Heading back over to the forge she watched the tiny flames dance in the air. She quickly picked the ingot back up and once again set it on the anvil. She grabbed her hammer once more and once again started to shape the ingot. After another minute or so of hammering it was too cold to continue so she put it back into the forge. Rook takes her gloves off and decides to have some fun with the retractable blade still on her wrist. She flicks her wrist and the decently long blade shoots out. She walks over to one of the dummy’s she had set up on one of the bigger walls of the room. She retracts the blade and puts it up to the dummy’s stomach then activates the blade. The blade cut right through the fabric like a knife through water. She then backs up and then violently slices the throat of the dummy open. She keeps cutting until the head falls off, the stuffing inside of the head falling onto the floor.
she retracts the blade and takes it off. She needed to focus on the task at hand. She sets the blade down to the side, planning on taking it with her later. She grabbed the ingot one last time and hammered it. The shape was now correct. She tempered the blade by putting it in cold water, then she went to assemble the handle. Quickly putting the bolts on then the long steel handle. Rook gave it a few swings, and then decided to start sharpening the blade. She sat down at the grind stone and started it up. She put the metal against the stone, cringing at the sound it made but kept going.
 

Specialist

Member


Vitals: 100%

Location: Near 'Utopia' entrance > Heading off

Interacting with: Todd Howard Todd Howard


'Interesting..' Ellie shoved that thought to the back of her mind. It isn't like they'd be out of comms range, but she had nothing more to say. She'd admit, this whole place- this whole scenario was weird. She vowed herself not to rest until the mission objective- gathering... information on these three major powers spanning the entire planet, was achieved. Something told her that this would lead to a three-pronged war, but if it was done right, the results could be spectacular. Perhaps they'd finally reach an agreement and unify them. Who knows.








Vitals: 100%

Location: Task Force HQ

Interactions: Develius Develius



The soft, almost barely audible 'kla-klak! kla-klak! kla-klak!' of boots hitting the floor would make anyone unaware of another figure in the room due to the Sneaking Suits' sound dampening module. She could hear a curt, soft-spoken Southern drawl lightly muffled behind a door the closer she got to the end of the hallway. She didn't expect the door to slide open as she rounded the corner. Emitting a light gasp as the Parasite screamed 'danger' at her, she let instinct take over as she suddenly appeared to 'skip' in a fluid, blurred movement a few paces down and back at the middle of the hallway to avoid crashing into the man with an audiably loud whir as the air could be felt being drawn back toward her location. Hopefully, he didn't see that. She simply stared awkwardly at the goggled, Chiseled-faced short man in an Engineering uniform as he appeared. Normally, she'd continue about her business seeing as it was some clutsey Civilian egghead moving around the base, but this wasn't the past. The man appeared stressed, which she acknowledged with a stare that said, 'Go ahead.'
 

Todd Howard

They called me...Prophet.
Gabriel T. Rorke

Rorke was still reading and looking over the Recruit's files when Starflight had entered the room. "Alrighty, I'll get the Engineering division on the line. We can get those Thrusters from off of it and use It for other things, Such as Jet powered VTOLs?" Rorke said as he closed the file and picked up his Walkie.

"All Engineering personnel, Get on that damned robot outside and scrap those thrusters and make sure that thing gets a scan of all known personnel and reprogram that damned thing to not kill, Please and Thanks to you all.

gwenpool gwenpool

Barney Calhoun

Barney whistled quietly to himself as he was ordered to pull a new Recruit out of a cell. "Don't worry man. I'll buy you a beer later on and we can talk or whatever, But I gotta show you around first. Also, here's your uhh, Armor I would guess?" Barney placed the folded suit of NCR Veteran Ranger armor into the man's arms to which he Immediately put on. "I was at Utopia once, Not a bad place. Liberty Prime has been there since the first records of Offworlders leading to him gaining a bit of self-awareness. Follow me now." The Security guard motioned for the NCR Ranger to follow him. "Don't worry about your backpack, All that is in your locker under your bunk."


Eight

Eight was glad he was accepted into the Taskforce and followed the Security Guard respectfully. But you all are wondering how they got there? Remember those thrusters on Liberty Prime, Then yeah your answer is here. "Oh okay then! Nice to meet you...Uhh, What's ya name?" Eight asked as he followed the man. "Oh, I'm Barney Calhoun. I'm from New Mexico in my world." He responds quickly as he leads the Ranger to the bunkroom, Cafeteria, Courtyard, Garage, Armory, then dropped him off at the Bunkroom. "Remember, Use your helmet's radio to contact the higher-ups." Barney shouted to the Ranger as he walked out into the hall to continue his shift.
 

Develius

"Kaiju Enthusiast"



Interactions: 'SIlence' ( Specialist Specialist )
Location: Task Force HQ | Hallway



Just as Dell turned the corner, he would be too late in catching the eye of a figure just inches from his nose.

"Woah~!"

His instincts were prepared to face the consequences in colliding with said figure, calculating projectories and scenarios within a fraction of a milisecond. And yet, he then found his pathway being completely empty. The Engineer stopped suddenly with an audible gasp, taking a hot minute to gather his belongings. He could've sworn he saw someone pass by him; and was even more certain that he was going to bump into it. It was almost as if he'd imagined this scenario all along.

"What-? What in~?"

But when he decided to turn around, the Engineer would find a brown-haired woman standing several feet from the laboratory entrance. She wore what he believed was a sleek military-grade bodysuit, coupled with light harnesses that held together pieces of body armor and equipment pouches on her. Was she the person he almost ran into? Or did he make a fool outta himself with her watching his movements? Dell gave an abashed chuckle as he tried to make himself look like nothing happened.

"Ah, sorry mam'," the Texan apologized as he took a breath, "Didn't see ya there. Did I almost bump into ya, or was it jus'...?"

He trailed off as if he expected the woman to respond back, only to be given a stare instead. It wasn't the kind that snobby higher ups would give at the slightest misconveniences, thank god, but it was one that did demand his attention. It was almost as if she was inquiring him with only her eyes. The Engineer cleared his throat, before giving a somewhat awkward glance towards her.

"Uh... right." he stammered briefly before he continued, "Say uh, while yer 'ere, do ya mind showin' me where the nearest kitchen is by any chance? I'm still gettin' used to my new workstation and all these darn rooms look the same."
 

Specialist

Member



Vitals: 100%

Location: Task Force HQ

Interactions: Develius Develius



The woman known as 'Silence' blinked with a nodding smile, silently relieved that, unlike most of her other interactions with identical personnel on base, there would be a scoff of disgust, a nonchalant mention of a slur such as 'mute' or 'freak'- the man didn't actively judge her as awkwardly uncomfortable as he now seemed. The man's Southern drawl was like a melody from a distant land; only hearing it previously a few times in passing, but it mesmorized her nonetheless as she held up a finger, using her other hand to retrieve the same device that rested on her hip. Almost similar in size to the Engineer's Construction PDA, the center 'eye' of the device glowered an ocean blue as she waved a hand over it; a holographic map of the interior instantly being projected on a readable flat map floating just above the center of the eye. Using pinching and pulling gestures with her hands, she quickly swiped through a menu to bring up an additional program as her fingers tapped in the motion of a blur. As she gestured for the man to follow, the device suddenly emitted a rather artificial-sounding, yet soft spoken and borderline cheery response. "I did not mean to startle you. My apologies. The cafeteria is this way."

 

Gelatinous

New Member
Rex Texas
Rex walked through the open door. It was closed behind him. In front of him was a table, around which sat many powerful figures of Singapore. An attendant directed him to an empty seat that had his name and title in front of it. Rex was meeting with the government of Singapore to discuss the recent events that took place in Utopia: the terrorist attack and his ban on militarism and robots.

Lord Nevaelyn Corthis, Prince Sael Emeraldeye, Orion Anders, Emir, and Azet
When Rex had gone to the meeting with the government of Singapore, he had allowed his councilors to do whatever they liked. Blink was on date, and nobody knew where Silque was. But the rest of the councilors had decided to spend time in one of Utopia's public parks. Underneath a tree, Sael and Orion sat side-by-side, reading books. Nearby, Nevaelyn, Emir, and Azet all stood in a group. Nevaelyn and Emir were teaching Azet how to fight with knives. Sael and Orion were not surprised whatsoever that Nevaelyn taught violence even in his spare time. Nevaelyn and Emir had put out a notice so that anyone could spar with them or learn from them if they wanted, but so far it was only Azet. Azet held his two sea-glass knives out in front of him, mimicking Nevaelyn and Emir's stances. Nevaelyn stood in front of him, showing him the stance, and Emir stood on his side so that he could see a side-view of what the proper fighting stance looked like. In his hands, Emir's knives were long and single-edged, and looked as plain as his clothes. If it were not for the knives, (and the scimitar at his hip), one would never be able to tell that he had been one of the best assassin-slaves from the House of Spirits. Nevealyn was in his full gear, armor, and regalia, the green cloak swishing gently in the breeze as his leather-and-scale armor shone. Unlike Emir, he looked like exactly what he had been: a hero, a ranger, a warrior, a killer. In addition to the knives in his hands, Nevaelyn had a longbow and a quiver stuffed full of arrows slung across his back, along with a pair of longswords in sheaths across his back as well, with a hilt poking over each shoulder. Nevaelyn also had a full arsenal of weapons in his belt: maces, shortswords, axes, and knives galore. His demon-hunting armory. Azet had only his fighting knives and his trident, which lay nearby on the ground.
Nevaelyn and Emir walked Azet through different attacks and parries: swiping, cutting, stabbing, and blocking their way to building up a sweat. Well, Emir and Nevaelyn sweated. Azet, being a merman, did not. Emir, being the only one among the three that was human, tired first, and sat down near Orion and Sael. He lay back in the grass and listened to the sound of exercise and turning pages and birds and the breeze. After a while, he closed his eyes and dreamed of his home.

Celeste and Kallias
As Kallias' shift was over, he first went to the store to pick up some more foodstuffs and some things for Celeste and the Japanese man. Celeste accompanied him for this trip, and tried to pay for as much as she could, but she had so little money left, so it wasn't much. But he didn't seem to mind paying for her things. Not used to people being nice to her for no reason, Celeste was instantly suspicious. She was watching his movements and behaviors, and while he seemed kind and polite, Kallias was also most definitely a warrior. He had the quiet discipline of someone used to taking orders, and the graceful movements of someone who knew their way around a sword. He may have been a most gracious and generous host, but she was still wary.
By the time they got to his apartment complex, the sun was setting. She waited outside on a bench as Kallias went inside to talk to someone. A few minutes later, he came and got her, claiming that she was cleared to stay here, as long as she paid rent on time, even if it was in cash.
The inside of his apartment was small, only two rooms, a bathroom and one that appeared to be multi-purpose. He explained that his roommates were currently gone, but would be back later that night. When she asked where the beds were, he gestured to the floor, which was covered in blankets and pillows. Celeste didn't mind. She had definitely slept on worse.
Later, he explained to her that she could stay here was long as she liked, and that he would give her updates as to her application.
And then they waited for the others, including the Japanese man, to arrive.

Eztli and Virana
Virana had been sleeping on one of the beds in the Resistance's headquarters. She had slept surprisingly well considering the past few days. But then again, she was a demon, so she was used to violence. She was, however, mourning the loss of her beloved stolen sports car. Well, maybe she would just have to steal another one, then. Muttering under her breath, she walked out of her quarters and found Eztli. The Aztec was painting something ceramic. Virana had no idea what it was.
The demon walked behind Eztli. "What in Hell is that?" She intended to be as annoying and nosy as possible.
It worked. "Gods, you scared me! Fucker. It's a part of my armor. I was always good at making things from clay, and I wanted something harder than the cloth I currently wear. So when you put together necessity and talent, you get this."
Virana pretended to be bored by their response, but sat down across from them at the table and watched them work. Eventually, she made the two of them breakfast.
"Where did we get the money to buy a kiln, anyways?" Virana's mouth was full of toast as she asked.
"We didn't. You stole it for me, remember. You were so confused because you had no idea what it was, and I had to explain to you that kilns in this world look different than the ones in our worlds. Apparently, technology has advanced here."
"The humans still have no magic," Virana added.
"True," Eztli replied. "But that didn't make them any less powerful. They filled the open void with technology instead."
All Virana could do was nod along and eat more toast.
Maybe she could steal some of this technology, too. Hopefully the new stuff would be lighter than a kiln. That thing had been ridiculous to get into the headquarters. She was just glad she'd hijacked the entire delivery truck along with it.
Virana ate more, and began to scheme.

Belladonna Montague
Bella was beyond annoyed. She was beyond pissed. Some Resistance bastards had actually managed to break their friends out of the prison in Aruba. And she, as the Taskforce's second-in-command, would not stand for this. So she had grabbed her daggers and her sword and her flintlocks and her musket and put out a message to all available members of the Taskforce: help me hunt down the escaped prisoners.

Forgotten Home Forgotten Home
It's here!
 
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Develius

"Kaiju Enthusiast"



Interactions: 'SIlence' ( Specialist Specialist )
Location: Task Force HQ | Hallway

As the woman projected her holographic map, Engie made sure to get a closer look. Indeed, the floor here was a mighty maze; filled with various intersections and turns that seem to go on forever. It was already hard enough to find his laboratory anyways, hence he made sure to "decorate" it to make it stand out against the others. While he watched, the device produced "her" own response, kindly showing him the quickest route towards the cafeteria.

"Ah, I see it now." Engie commented as he led his finger down the designated route. He then looked at the woman with a slight smirk, "Much obliged~ ...er~"

He was already grasping for a name, snapping his fingers as if he was trying to remember. He wondered if he might've seen the woman around and which would maybe hint him to her identity.



Interactions: Rook ( Mystical Birb Mystical Birb )
Location: Resistance Base | Hallway


As Doomguy trudged down the hall, he would hear faint commotion coming from one of the nearby rooms. First there was the sound clanging of metal, as if someone was hammering something down. Intrigued, the marine proceeded to walk towards what he would refer to later as the "forge room". As he peaked over the doorway, he would see a woman activate a bladed weapon before violently dismembering the dummy with a fierce, yet projected, efficiency. The man lifted a curious eyebrow as he watched her sit back down and begin working on another blade.

"Damn, who's she?" Doomguy thought to himself before peering down at a mechanism planted on his own wrist. With a brief grin he allowed himself to enter the forge with a slow stride, looking over the remains of the eviscerated dummy that laid to the side.

"Well well! Seems like you've been busy, little miss forge." the marine commented somewhat jokingly as he stopped halfway between her and the entrance, "You some kind-ova blacksmith or sumthin?"
 

Mystical Birb

The Little Sis
Rook
Resistance base
Interactions: Develius Develius


Rook sighed. Someone had Intruded and dared to speak to her like that? She turned to him. She was tiny compared to the man but she didn’t care.
“Who did you call little miss? And did you just ask me if I was a blacksmith? I’ll have you know that I’m am your leader. I am your superior. I demand respect.”
she gave the man a Death stare. she then turned back to her weapon. She started the grind stone once again and continued sharpening her weapon.
 

berrybeans

professional hot cheetos eater
The scent of breakfast was enticing, the once slumped tail of hers coming to a lively curl. However, she was quickly snapped back to reality at the sight of Ludwig in her kitchen, taken back "No no, it's fine-" Lungwort paused "I just don't remember last night"
She was surprised, confused, and desperate to recollect happenings from the night before "I'm guessing you took me home?" She questioned, walking her way to the dining table.

Once seated, she glimpsed at the framed photo sitting atop the middle of her table. It depicted her Wyrm mother and a toddler Lungwort, the two in a fiery area of hell. She had only but a handful of photos with her when she was sent to this world, so she tries to decorate her home with memories.
"I hope I wasn't too much trouble" A hand cupped her cheek, elbow resting against the piece of furniture. Oddly enough, she began to feel guilty about Ludwig making breakfast, letting out a hushed whimper in response "You didn't have to go and do all this- I hope I didn't make you feel obligated to since I was drunk last night"
 

Todd Howard

They called me...Prophet.
The Doom Slayer

The Slayer watched the recent Transmission from Utopia aboard his Fortress in the vacuum of space then when It had ended the screen returned to Its normal state showing scans of Earth and such. "Utopia Combat Effectiveness: Dropped down to Seventy-Two. Resistance Combat Effectiveness: Fifty Percent. Taskforce Combat Effectiveness: Went up to Ninety-Four Percent." VEGA remarked as he scanned the city of Utopia. The Slayer grabbed his Super-Shotgun and cleaned it with an old rag and a wax of some sort. He began to wax up and clean up the handle making the wood look as If it were brand new, But No! This shotgun was a fair few-centuries old If you were wondering.


William BJ Blazkowics


William had approached the marked location slowly making his way along a Morrocan dirt road. He had his Schockhammer slung onto his back and his Machinepistole at his side, In case anything happened. Oh, You're wondering how he got there? He had stolen an Aircraft, A antique B-17 Bomber aircraft, Which he had flown in the war that was lost against the Nazis. He had flown that for a while, Landed in England, Refueled the damn plane, Then took to the skies again and parachuted, Ditching the plane and letting It crash off the coast of Tangier and he has been making his way since then. The map, Had become quite useful and he was approaching it slowly not wanting everyone in the bunker to take him as a hostile.
He passed a few makeshift camouflaging barriers and even an aircraft of some sort, With two propeller-powered engines. The bunker door was seemingly rusting away, but, It seems to have recently been restored to whatever's former glory was. Patchwork metal strips and corrugated metal covered both large and small holes, And by what B.J could tell the door was several inches thick and locked. He pulled on the handle, But it didn't budge. He then turned around slowly hearing something behind him and turned back to the door as It slowly creaked open. A Soldier with a Ghost skull painted onto his face had some sort of Machine-pistol pointed at him. "Uhh, Is this the Resistance?" He peeked around at the poorly treated walls, ceilings, and tiled floor. "Drop your weapons, Now!" The soldier ordered. The doors closed behind B.J as he placed down his Machinepistole and his rotating barrel shotgun.
The Soldier had slapped some durable handcuffs onto his wrists and pulled him deeper into the base. The Soldier opened a door to a room that was crudely labeled, "Forge". Inside were two people, A woman and what seemed to be a man wearing well-worn armor with scratches and deep bullet holes, But it somehow was in one piece. "Rook," The Soldier snapped off a quick salute and continued. "This guy here, He came knocking at the Bunker door. I don't know what that metal ring is that is around his neck though, I'd figure you'd want to meet him, You being the Leader of our great resistance."

Develius Develius Mystical Birb Mystical Birb


Medic

The Medic nodded and said, "Ja, You were out of it, But somehow still able to walk. I was lucky to be able to walk meself." He stopped as he moved the fresh eggs onto a plate with a fresh slice of toast. He then saw he glaring at a picture. "Is...Are they a family member? I took a look at it earlier, Only a peek." He asked as he sat the plate onto the table in front of Lungwort then passed her silverware.
"Oh no! We had no problems Missus Lungwort, I just had to bring you here where you offered me your bed, But, I slept on the couch instead. Don't worry, I promise this will be the first and last time I make breakfast. Also, Do you know how I can get payment? Such as a Salary, Or are there no such things established here, Yet?" He smiled and placed a fresh cup of coffee beside Lungwort, Then picked up his cup and sipped the bitter coffee.

berrybeans berrybeans
 

Specialist

Member



Vitals: 100%

Location: Task Force HQ

Interactions: Develius Develius



Another flurry of of typing produced a response verifying the woman's identity. "My codename is Silence. I am still having issues remembering my real name. What is yours?" Despite the robotic responses, the woman's facial expressions seemed to match the words being spoken to an extent when she turned her attention toward him. Either she was mute, or simply chose not to communicate.
 

Mystical Birb

The Little Sis
Rook
Resistance Base


Rook turns once more. She sighs.
“why does EVERYONE have to come to my PERSONAL forge and bother me.”
she looks B.J in the eyes

“Who are you and what do you want. I don’t want bullshit. If you want to talk bullshit you can get a knife to the through the throat.”
she activates her retractable knife and points it at him, holding it at the level of his jugular.
 

Todd Howard

They called me...Prophet.
William B.J Blazkowicz

B.J stared at the woman with blue eyes and his gaze moved to the knife. "I was 'xpecting more of a...warm welcome, Ma'am." He said with a strong southern accent. His jaw was very sturdy, and he was a large and muscular man, His dirty-blonde hair barely shined under the dim lighting conditions.
"Oh, So ya want to kno' who I am, And what I want? I am William Joseph 'B.J' Blazkowicz but most Enemies of mine call me 'Terror Billy', Thank ya veery much! What I want now? Hmm, I want a way to join you and a way to get back home to mah Pregnant wife Anna." He answered as his gaze flicked away from the knife and at the woman's face, To which he began to squint at her. "Killin' me would result In my chilrun' growin' up fatherless, But If ya want, Go ahead. I've been 'killed' before, Took a damned Nazi-made katana to the damn neck, As you can see this 'ere ring roun' me neck. And whos dat there?" His gaze flicked over to the man in the green armor alongside that futuristic-looking helmet.

Mystical Birb Mystical Birb Develius Develius

 

Mystical Birb

The Little Sis
Rook
Resistance headquarters


“Look. I don’t have visitors very often. So when a man comes up to my base, I get a little paranoid.”
She retracts the blade from the mans neck.
“Now, let’s talk business. What are the skills you can offer us?”
Rook turned away from the man and back to the anvil. She puts her thick gloves back on and then puts the ingot back into the burning coals, waiting for it to heat up once again.
 

Develius

"Kaiju Enthusiast"



Interactions: 'SIlence' ( Specialist Specialist )
Location: Task Force HQ | Hallway

The Engineer took some notice regarding "Silence's" mode of communication: being what he could only amount as an AI, or something of the sort, talking upon her behalf. Sure her actual lips moved, and they synced surprisingly well at that, but it was clear that it was not quite her real voice. It couldn't help but perk his curiosity, but it would be rather rude of him to pay attention to this detail at this point. After all, he'd already seen plenty of weird folk in Taskforce already and, in comparison, this was the tamer of circumstances. He proceeded to extend his left exposed hand out in pleasantries.

"Dell Conagher," he replied in a cheery yet polite manner, "But most of my friends simply call me 'the Engineer' - or "Engie" if you prefer something less of a mouthful."




Interactions: Rook ( Mystical Birb Mystical Birb ), BJ Blazkowicz Todd Howard Todd Howard
Location: Resistance Base | Hallway


Doomguy would quickly recognize Rook's appearance and status within the Resistance, yet his stance barely changed at all even as she demanded "respect" and stared with "death" in her gleam. Admittedly, he'd only seen her once prior in passing, having only been accepted after receiving a note accepting his role as one of them. She was probably busy at that time. He lightly scoffed at her remark as he continued observing the room.

"Hey heeey," he half-assedly affirmed while inspected one of Rook's custom blades, "No need to raise Hell. I recognize that. But know you're also talkin to the man who personally went to Hell TWICE just to thwart their invasions of Earth, back to back, in one sittin."

The man then turned to face Rook with a smug, if not shit-eating, grin. "And if I gotta be frank, dear, boy would I gladly do it again~!"

As the Man of Doom continued flexing his own self-worth, the two would be interrupted by two men coming into the forge themselves. He wasn't practically fond of them busting into his mad rants, yet he took the moment to observe the two newcomers. One was obviously a Resistance soldier, garbed in traditional uniform. The other, whom he brought in as a prisoner, was someone a bit more up his alley. He looked to be a soldier himself: another hardened, battle-scarred veteran of war, albeit of a different kind. His world history was a bit of a haze, but the marine knew exactly what the term "nazi" meant and the context behind it. And judging by the man's drawl, there was no need of any introduction there. Doomguy took a stern glance upon the man's hardened face, straight into his cold blue-eyes.

The blonde man called himself William Joseph 'B.J' Blazkowicz.

'Blazkowicz'... Doomguy took a moment to mentally hound over the name while "Terror Billy" explained his backstory. It was a rather unusual surname, yet one strangely familiar. Too familiar perhaps. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he instantly recognized there was something about this man that forced cogs to turn in his head. Of course, he didn't quite show it - especially considering that he still wore his helmet that hid most of what he was thinking aloud. His mind snapped back to reality as Blazkowicz demanded to know who he was. Doomguy cocked his head to the side, cracking his neck, before sizing him up from a distance. From what Doomguy could tell they were roughly equal in height, with the latter being perhaps a slim inch taller if he took off his armor. But compared to the other two in the room, both were quite the imposers; like two high school jocks in a locker room.

"My damn name ain't important, fellow Yank," the armored marine retorted back as he leaned against the wall. Had Rook not proceeded to become more "directly" involved, he probably would've done a more direct approach himself, "But more importantly, I reckon you oughta calm down before you paint Miss Smithy's room a new shade of red."

As the Resistance Leader released him from his grasp, the marine proceeded to listen curiously onto their upcoming conversation.
 

Mystical Birb

The Little Sis



Interactions: 'SIlence' ( Specialist Specialist )
Location: Task Force HQ | Hallway

The Engineer took some notice regarding "Silence's" mode of communication: being what he could only amount as an AI, or something of the sort, talking upon her behalf. Sure her actual lips moved, and they synced surprisingly well at that, but it was clear that it was not quite her real voice. It couldn't help but perk his curiosity, but it would be rather rude of him to pay attention to this detail at this point. After all, he'd already seen plenty of weird folk in Taskforce already and, in comparison, this was the tamer of circumstances. He proceeded to extend his left exposed hand out in pleasantries.

"Dell Conagher," he replied in a cheery yet polite manner, "But most of my friends simply call me 'the Engineer' - or "Engie" if you prefer something less of a mouthful."




Interactions: Rook ( Mystical Birb Mystical Birb ), BJ Blazkowicz Todd Howard Todd Howard
Location: Resistance Base | Hallway


Doomguy would quickly recognize Rook's appearance and status within the Resistance, yet his stance barely changed at all even as she demanded "respect" and stared with "death" in her gleam. Admittedly, he'd only seen her once prior in passing, having only been accepted after receiving a note accepting his role as one of them. She was probably busy at that time. He lightly scoffed at her remark as he continued observing the room.

"Hey heeey," he half-assedly affirmed while inspected one of Rook's custom blades, "No need to raise Hell. I recognize that. But know you're also talkin to the man who personally went to Hell TWICE just to thwart their invasions of Earth, back to back, in one sittin."

The man then turned to face Rook with a smug, if not shit-eating, grin. "And if I gotta be frank, dear, boy would I gladly do it again~!"

As the Man of Doom continued flexing his own self-worth, the two would be interrupted by two men coming into the forge themselves. He wasn't practically fond of them busting into his mad rants, yet he took the moment to observe the two newcomers. One was obviously a Resistance soldier, garbed in traditional uniform. The other, whom he brought in as a prisoner, was someone a bit more up his alley. He looked to be a soldier himself: another hardened, battle-scarred veteran of war, albeit of a different kind. His world history was a bit of a haze, but the marine knew exactly what the term "nazi" meant and the context behind it. And judging by the man's drawl, there was no need of any introduction there. Doomguy took a stern glance upon the man's hardened face, straight into his cold blue-eyes.

The blonde man called himself William Joseph 'B.J' Blazkowicz.

'Blazkowicz'... Doomguy took a moment to mentally hound over the name while "Terror Billy" explained his backstory. It was a rather unusual surname, yet one strangely familiar. Too familiar perhaps. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he instantly recognized there was something about this man that forced cogs to turn in his head. Of course, he didn't quite show it - especially considering that he still wore his helmet that hid most of what he was thinking aloud. His mind snapped back to reality as Blazkowicz demanded to know who he was. Doomguy cocked his head to the side, cracking his neck, before sizing him up from a distance. From what Doomguy could tell they were roughly equal in height, with the latter being perhaps a slim inch taller if he took off his armor. But compared to the other two in the room, both were quite the imposers; like two high school jocks in a locker room.

"My damn name ain't important, fellow Yank," the armored marine retorted back as he leaned against the wall. Had Rook not proceeded to become more "directly" involved, he probably would've done a more direct approach himself, "But more importantly, I reckon you oughta calm down before you paint Miss Smithy's room a new shade of red."

As the Resistance Leader released him from his grasp, the marine proceeded to listen curiously onto their upcoming conversation.
Rook
Resistance headquarters


rook turns to doom guy once again. Being fed up with his smug antics.

“Backtrack for a second. Before we move on, B.J”
Rook stares up at the man once again with a static emotionless face.
“I don’t care if you have been through hell twice. You aren’t there now. You’re under the roof of the base I lead. You show me respect. Because you don’t know what I have been through. Where I have been. So your smugness isn’t appreciated in my vicinity.”
Rook then turns back to the forge. Trying to create the last piece she needed before her project was complete.
“Now you can continue B.J”
 

Todd Howard

They called me...Prophet.
William Joseph 'B.J' Blazkowicz

'Ya hear that Grace? Seems like this man has fought demons like I fought those Nazi zombies while back 'hen.' He thought in his head. He watched the knife being pulled away and was asked what he can do. Then watched the woman speak to the Armored soldier again and B.J was told to continue on.
"Uhh, I can do a bit of everything In fact. Stealing, Stealth, Being a bullet shield, Making things go Boom, Uhm...Making things bleed, and Being a hero? Is that acceptable? I can be a big help." He responded quickly after the Marine guy had spoken. He then had taken note of something as well, The green guy had sounded a bit similar to B.J, as If he were a close relative, but he'd doubt he and him were friends or family.

 

Mystical Birb

The Little Sis
Rook
Resistance headquarters


“Oh good. A man of many talents. Don’t try to pull any fast ones here. There will be punishments for those who try to challenge me or the other higher ranks. So be careful how you proceed. But welcome to our growing family. Someone can show you to an empty room for you to set up. Mess hall is down the hall from here, doubled doors at the end of the hallway.”

Rook never looked away from the piece she was working on. Finally, the last hammer strike hit the piece and it was complete. She went to temper the piece nearby. Setting it into the cold water.
“One more thing. Just remember. I’m in charge, if I tell you to do something, you do it. Got it?”
 

gwenpool

she deserved better
Hana
Hana passed the duo that contained a new recruit, though she had little regard for it -- the samurai didn't tend to try and get to know people here, they could just become a distraction. It wasn't like her loyalty to her friend Starflight, who had proven time and again that he was someone worth looking out for. She entered the bunk room, only planning on being here a short while before going to go eat, then going to train. If she still had time in the day, maybe she'd see if Starflight needed help with anything, or could even pop out to the shops, though that would be a decent tram ride.

Ruthie Richelieu, Representative
Rex Texas would be surprised to find that he would be met by a single woman, who joined him in the large empty room. She was young, young to where you might mistakenly refer to her incorrectly as "girl". She had a larger build, and was about 5'3, of Singaporean descent with pale skin and large green eyes. Her hair was short and straight, but unashamedly dyed lavender -- another sign of her youth, but also something that ticked Rex Texas' gaydar. She wore a neat black suit, the only hint of color being the medium orchid tie.
"Mister Texas," she began, speaking English, "well, we aren't happy." Her voice comes off as suave in a lady-killer sort of way, with a subtle timidness that suggested she wanted to avoid a conflict.


Ushukih Kiuk
Ushukih had finished her sparring with Samara -- it went well, helping Samara deal with whatever enigmas went on in the Asari's head, and Ushukih had almost forgotten how nice it was to fight for zero stakes or goals. Samara had used some biotic energy to power some of her later hits, as Ushukih was starting to overpower her, so the Drell was definitely bruised and could feel a headache coming on if she didn't go buy some medication to quell this feeling. Her route took her through a park, where she saw many of the representatives. There was a meeting, but like all meetings, they could be summed up in an email. And Ushukih was promptly delivered an email about it.
"G'day," she said somewhat casually, still walking on the sidewalk by the somewhat open plain.


Beruka
I accept your request.
This was the sole response from Beruka to Lady Montague's message. The assassin needed no further details nor explanation for her to want in. And going on this mission could potentially assist in her sole mission, of hunting down a very specific runaway. Beruka alerted her wyvern to their movement by patting her side, which jostled the wyvern awake, and the two set out to go find Bella.
 

screaming armadillo

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


'A continent may not be far enough' was what Jack immediately wanted to say, however he kept that depressing thought to himself. It didn’t stay at the forefront of his mind long, because his companion once again said something quite interesting. Zadruch’s uncertainty raised questions, yet these were the kind that Jack believed were better left unasked. At least for now. They, as well as Pepper’s remark, were filed away for later. As it is there were more important things at hand.

Speaking of, it seemed it was time for a decision. Now what to do…

“Eight miles is quite the walk. And that’s without every tree, shrub and vine blocking our way.” He let that fact linger in the air while cursing whatever gods caused this whole mess for torturing him so, “I guess resting a bit can’t hurt but I don’t think I’m the most qualified for calling the shots.”




Interactions- gwenpool gwenpool
 

gwenpool

she deserved better
Zadruch Vohn and Pepper
"Just for a moment, then," Zadruch figured, sitting down and taking his pack off, hoping checking his supplies again would remind him of something he forgot he had brought with him.
"I had tried to remind you," Pepper insisted, "but you were quite sure that-"
"Yes, thank you, Pepper," Zadruch said kindly, "you're very keen."
"So ungrateful," Pepper twisted as if he was shaking his head, facing Jack's direction. Zadruch ignored his ghost, still rummaging through his pack. He still had his sleeping roll attached to the side of his pack, but heavily battered and still soaked from the giant swampy tidal wave. He did find the large metal water bottle at the bottom of the pack, which was still more-or-less half full.
"How are you on hydration?" He asked, tossing the bottle.


Garrus Vakarian
Garrus had finally felt comfortably alright, to where he could simply shrug off any remaining aches or pains. He visited the kitchen, which had mostly working amenities. He slid open the freezer on the bottom of the fridge, silently hoping his stash was still here. Ah, yes, somehow it was. He took out the frozen meat, lamb, he remembered it's called here. He moved it into the fridge to dethaw, thinking he could make it for dinner or late lunch. Maybe he'd share it with someone if he liked them enough. He'd make it for one of the cute guys or girls at the base, but he wasn't sure yet if his cooking skills had grown enough in the last year to make a good impression on someone. When he checked the pantry, he found most of his booze still there, a little left in one jug, which he took out and held in one hand as he scavenged the fridge. He did find some french fries that had haphazardly been thrown in, looking spicy from the darker coloring. He took one out and munched on it while taking a small swig of the heavily watered down drink. He had to be careful with his dose, for the majority of human alcohol was toxic to turians. It did usually mean that he didn't have to worry about people stealing it. With presumably nothing happening today, he'd probably find somewhere to train -- being imprisoned so long meant he had some warmups to do before his next mission.

Silque
Silque was making the rounds through the downtown area of Utopia, checking in with different citizens to hear out and grievances, or see if anyone needs any sort of help, medical or emotional, or any other issues they're having in the settlement. She found herself with nothing to do earlier than normal, so was considering going to read, or ask for a blessing, though she had no idea if the dragon Naga would be able to help her all the way in this world. No, maybe reading, or finding some good conversation would do. The town was bustling this sort of day, as it started to hit nightfall, hordes of people passing her by. The city was beautiful, it was times like this that reminded her so. Even among the buildings there were hints of nature, trees and other bits of flora along large, decorated fountains, and large, tall, tree-like buildings that shot up among the more heavily dense nature, their bright lights already aglow. Silque then heard a sort of croak, and stopped in her tracks. She looked down and saw, huddled against a wall to avoid people, a bright orange river frog.
"Oh, no," Silque said empathetically, "may I be any help for you?" She dropped down, getting a closer look at her, who stared blankly off at nothing before croaking again.
"Let's make sure you don't get trampled on," Silque said calmly, wanting to help any creature, no matter how small, "let's go take you to a nearby stream, how about that?" The frog made no obvious gesture of gratitude, and Silque went in to scoop up the frog in her hands. It startled the frog, but Silque presumed this was better than being trapped in downtown. She started down the road to find the stream, which the closest would be more in the woods.
 

Todd Howard

They called me...Prophet.
Crew of the USS Nevada

Franklin had pulled the ship into the harbour and the Hawaiin taskforce otherwise known as the United States Armed Forces, Had sent Medevac teams onboard the ship to assist alongside the Marines on board. The Captain watched as a man approached which congratulated the Captain on joining the taskforce.
"Yes, Well, I need the USN to get repair teams out here. Can you do that for me?" The Captain asked the man, Who was a seemingly high-ranking officer. "Uhh, Yeah sure Captain. I will have teams sent out here Immediately," The man paused and got close to the Captain's ears. "It would be best If you tried to not do anything...Stupid." The Captain seemed to frown and said, "Get the hell off my ship, And I want those teams now!"




William Joseph "B.J" Blazkowicz

"Yes, Ma'aam." He said with a firm nod, As the Soldier named, "Hesh", Had uncuffed his wrists. "Ah, Much better..." He paused when he saw the small dirty American flag on the Ghost's shoulder. "...Fellow American." B.J was a bit taken aback that the man wearing the battle-worn armour had ACTUALLY gone into the smoky hot Pitts of hell. Although, The Blazkowicz had fought a giant demon his-self once, and Nazis who had turned into Zombie-like creatures of the sorts, Although, He had lost a few friends during that period of time.
"I'll show you to your room, Follow me." Hesh said as the large man began to follow him. After passing a few occupied rooms, Hesh pointed to an empty room. "It's all yours, Big guy." The Blazkowics was given back his Schockhammer and his Machinepistole, To which he sat on a well-worn metal table in the room.


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SPARTAN-117

The Spartan had returned back to the meeting point and uploaded the files Alcatraz had given him to the others' HUD Systems. "This is all I could get, Most of it was in a distorted signal, But I was able to decode it." The Spartan radios to the others in his squad. A map had popped into the Chief's HUD and It was showing a small part of Africa. The map showed a possible Resistance base that was hidden in the city or mountainous terrain of Morroco.
"Spartan Locke, Can you get us a new ride? We're gonna have to go search for it, Because It isn't a popular place on the maps." Chief spoke into his comm system, Allowing the two others to hear what he said.


Specialist Specialist
Knight boi Knight boi
 

Mystical Birb

The Little Sis
Rook
Resistance headquarters


2 of the men left. Leaving only the doom guy still standing there. She stayed quiet and proceeded to grab the newly sharpened top part of the new project, she screwed on the second part. Then grabbed the last piece she needed before she was done.
“do you need anything else? If not you can see yourself out.”
rook said in a monotone voice, trying to re-achieve her ‘zen’ before so many people interrupted.
 

Specialist

Member



Vitals: 100%

Location: Near 'Utopia' entrance > Stopping in place.

Interacting with: Todd Howard Todd Howard


Ellie stopped as she heard the Chief return; wondering what data was obtained. Looking around, her VISR eventually settled onto a slimmer-looking Warthog or at least that was her comparison. The thing looked more like
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; with a glass bridge sealing the top half of the car from the elements and providing a clear canopy for all areas of forward, side and top surveillance. It also seemed to have a rugged suspension system and wheels suited for offroad travel. The car sat alone and undisturbed in a lot filled with all other types of vehicles, and no-one appeared to be around the immediate area. She now had an objective, and a plan was hatching in her mind as she radioed back to the Chief. "Sierra Four here; I've spotted ample transport.. wait ten, over."






Vitals: 100%

Location: Task Force HQ > Heading to the Cafeteria.

Interactions: Develius Develius



With an equally polite smile, she wordlessly extended her free right hand and shook the hand of the man known now as Dell Conagher, firmly yet comfortably. There would be a strange sensation of what felt like tiny gusts of wind blowing momentarily into the palm of his hand, yet otherwise the moment passed as she was quick to retract her hand to pull up her Idroid and type another response. "Nice to meet you, MISTER Ccccconaghhher." The Idroid struggled with the name following the very robotic sounding prefix, and Silence didn't move her mouth for this, instead staring down at the device, looking back up and offering a slight shrug.
 

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