The Hunter
Specter's Ship Pipotron Chamber
The Peep-on-trones as the Hunter called them, conceded their information on Hiro and Kale. However, there had been a lapse in the Hunter's thoughts- Bolt. Bolt Man? They'd taken him away earlier, and...well, the Hunter hadn't seen him since. Well, no one had since the owl fight. He told the bloody automaton is was a trap, and it was a trap!...But aside from that.
They did tell them where Kale was. With them...not necessarily good. She didn't look exceptionally well in the image either. And they had lost track of Hiro in his conflicts with the owl. So that was pointless, basically. Well, they were okay at the least...But then the Pipotrons began to disappear. A final warning uttered by the tall one, goodbyes from the mimic and the large one. And something about a surprise from the...gremlin. Eugh, the gremlin was the ugliest by far. Even the mimic looked better.
He joined the Chief in staring them down as they departed. They faded away, and as did the lights in the room. The ship left to drift towards...something. "Right buggers." The Hunter said, "They didn't tell us much at all. And I forgot to ask em' about Bolt..." He lowered Luis's unconscious body onto a crate. "Now what? I would go into the gremlin's lab, but it smells like a trap to me. Then again, tall one was talkin' about pride and justice, so maybe he wouldn't let the gremlin do that."
He looked around at the various dazed or unconscious individuals. They'd be hard to move around, even if they were awake. The damages they had suffered had been great, leaving him and the chief...Oh. There was the new woman, in the yellow armor. She didn't look rough at all, the closer he looked. So that made three of them. So they had to find Hiro and Bolt, and free Kale. That was a start.
"Don't believe I've probably introduced myself to you- As I said, the Hunter, that's what people call me." He told Hope. "Fightin' the Peep On Trones. Soon. We are lookin' for our other friends- the girl they showed us was Missus Kale. There's a black haired boy, fights with a big ol' key. That's Mister Hiro. And then there's Bolt...He's an automaton like Cutman here. I don't think Bolt is his actual name, I just called him that because he's got a bolt on his head..." He turned to Cut Man for an answer to that. "Is he Boltman? Lightningman? I can't remember. We need to find him next."
In any direction they went, there were a multitude of results. Maybe they could salvage supplies from the ship. The Monkey had some good things lying about, right? Even in the room, all the crates were stuffed to the brim with goods and parts. Those he didn't damage in the fire, at least...
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Eileen the Crow
Central Yharnam
Sypha's attempts to identify Eileen's nationality were lost on the Crow. "I'm afraid I'm a bit lost on what your saying. I've been in Yharnam for a very long time. Truth be told, I've lost a great portion of myself and who I was when I became a hunter. The price the blood demands is steep." Which was essentially saying she didn't know herself. "But now is not the time to dwell on it."
She looked towards the various children and teenagers, eagerly expecting a direction. "As I said, through the city, into the sewers, and we enter the tomb. There's a mad hunter there, but then we should be able to enter the cathedral from the tomb. I'll show the way. I don't have a map, but I'm quite familiar with these streets, especially at night." She pointed down the street.
"The sewers aren't far from here. There's no time to waste- keep ya heads down and we should be able to avoid the townsfolk. They've become a tad...irritable."
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Jetstream Sam
Camelot Woods
Sam's frustration only grew as Dagda talked in...big pictures. Like a simmering pot, he listened with a grimace. But...As he continued to listen...he had realized something. This Dagda? He was another Armstrong. Someone who believed so strongly in their convictions, forcing others under their control, under their grasp. Fighting was pointless. So...Why bother? Why not let this Dagda believe what he wanted? If Sam agreed or not, Dagda would get what he wanted in the end- so why not make it easier on both parts.
"...Sure. Sure." Sam told Nanashi as he offered a pouch of some sort. Sam be damned if he knew what it contained, but sure. In the interest of "serving Dagda", he accepted it. "I agree. We work for Dagda now. Of course!" He chuckled, "Me, Azula, Bowser...Why don't we work for him? Surely it is in our best interests!" He wondered if Azula would catch what he was laying down. Bowser, maybe not. But he seemed easy enough to convince.
Today had been curious and only was getting more curious by the moment. Well curious perhaps was a bad term. Today had been something else entirely, and Sam doubted it'd be being getting anything less as time moved on...
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Kiran
Camelot Castle Halls
Bro worked as a name. Good, good. Now. To go and get the grey blade. "Cool, let's then...well let's go." Kiran once more took the lead, walking through the halls. He recalled the path that knight had shown them earlier. In the evening, the crowds had not faded. But it wasn't an issue. He and Bro navigated through the village. Sightseeing all the same. They'd been a bit tied up earlier when it came to that...Talking about the kid. Hopefully he was doing fine, then again he was monster summoner. Apparently.
They had walked by a blacksmith, which Kiran promptly pointed out. "Oh, hey. Would you look at that." He swore he recognized some people within it...He never really introduced himself to that group though. He and Bro kinda shuffled out when there was the whole duel going on...Which was probably for the best. He kept walking, onwards towards the ramparts.
The two eventually came to a large tower. The way to up to the ramparts. A lone guard sat outside it. Another anthromorphic type. Just like Sonic had been. "Hey, um," Kiran told the guard. "I'm afraid I dropped something up on the ramparts...Do you mind if I go get it? The King said I could-"
The guard heard Kiran, and didn't wait for him to finish. "First visitor I've seen trying to get into the ramparts...Well, I don't see the harm in it, especially since the king permitted it. Go ahead. Just don't cause a scene." Which was, honestly, a lot easier than Kiran expected.
"Oh, uh, ok then. I'll be right back then, Bro."
The ramparts were easy enough to ascend. Though there was a nice view from up on the castle walls, he wasn't going to spend much time admiring it. Instead, he saw it- the Grey Blade, in all of it's splendor. Well, perhaps a bit exaggerated, but to Kiran it was a great relief. With two hands, he hefted the blunt weapon up. One thing he did not miss about it- it's weight. Regardless, he heaved over his shoulders, the magnets locking it to his back. Good to have it back.
He returned to Bro, down from the ramparts. "Thank you," He told the guard, who gave a curt nod in response.
"So, Bro. I got what I wanted here-" Kiran gestured to the sword. "Anything you were looking to hit up? Or, uh, head to?"
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Sarah, Samus, and the Flamebringer
Mountainside Conflict
The giant monster met a quick demise as Robin finished it off with some sort of...dark spell. Methods were methods, Sarah guessed. He offered a hand, which Sarah took gladly. "Thanks for the help. Now, to distract this guy..." She gripped the axe with both her hands, running towards the King and his horse. "Hey ugly!" King Arthur's gaze briefly shifted to Sarah, as she slid under the otherworldly horse. The gaze turned once more, on the other side of his steed. "Look out!"
She flung the sparking edge of the Wolf at King Arthur. Which provided a great distraction.
Menawhile, Samus and the Flamebringer had repelled the underworld forces rather well. And Samus saw her opportunity. "We've got an opening. You know the plan. We only get one shot."
"Of course." Said the mercenary, crushing the helm of a sword wielder, the last monster annoying the duo. "Let us not waste it."
Samus curled up into her Morph Ball. Compact enough to toss. The Flamebringer scooped the Morph ball up in her arms, swung around, and tossed it towards King Arthur. Five...Four...Three... Samus counted in her head. At the apex of the throw, she shifted back, and soared towards the unwitting lord of the underworld, foot extended.
The bounty hunter slammed into the King, the force of which toppled him off of his horse, smashing onto the ground. "Lucina!" She called out, struggling to keep Arthur pinned under her. She was strong, but the King was just as strong, if not stronger. Sarah ran over, wrapping her arms around one of his great gauntlets, just barely able to hold it back.
The Flamebringer busied herself with the horse. She engulfed an arm in searing fire, and wrapped it around it's injured leg. "You go nowhere, beast!" She stomped down her foot, and pulled. The King couldn't have any more support, even from something as seemingly harmless as his steed.
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Priscilla, Quint, Jackson, Aisha
Goldenwalk Business Quarter
For all Priscilla knew, this Wario was an...interesting character. He didn't seem to have a reason to lie to any of them. Though his story about some bank owners giving him the money for saving them was also suspect. But, that didn't necessarily matter to her. Wario gave her information which was valuable in of itself. But unfortunately, he knew just about as much as them, so... "That's certainly a...story."
Though Lucario dragging over the unconscious body of one of the soldiers brought her attention to something. The horns they had...those were a part of their helmet, right? Priscilla reached down and gave them a tug...They felt a bit too stuck on to be fake. "I...I don't think these are human..." Were they aliens, perhaps? Monsters? Would certainly explain their odd behaviors...and what was up with their tech?
Thor was asking about a plan and yard sales for whatever reason. She'd answer the first, not so much the second. "As it stands, I think the van is to busted to keep moving in on...So we are going in on foot. Aisha, I think you should head back to the base..."
"What about you though?" Aisha pointed out. "You shouldn't be running around out in the field."
"I have to. Whatever I can do to get back Sarah and Kiran I have to do. Even if it puts me at risk. However, I feel like Jerry's been left alone for too long. So that's where you come in. You can keep in contact with the earpieces anyways. But, uh, here." She tossed Aisha the assault rifle she had taken from the soldier, who caught it, albeit not cleanly.
"...I'm not really sure how to use this, but okay...Look, just don't get yourselves killed. It would really weigh on my conscious." Aisha began to take her leave. "Uh, pleasure meeting you all. Safe travels, and all that." She told the oddball group as she left. Tonight had certainly been interesting for the woman. Half-confirmed her theories AND gave her fear at a potential end of all worlds scenario.
Jackson gave a half-hearted wave to her as she left. This Raccoon guy was more on his mind, as he tried to back everyone away from the salvage weaponry. Honestly, Jackson didn't see the appeal in hoarding it all to oneself, but y'know, there were selfish people out there. Or, raccoons in this case. "Sheesh, alright." He conceded, tossing down the rifle he had picked up. He then glanced...at the massive railgun that had been left untouched.
"...Hey. Hey Quint. Help me with that one." Jackson whispered to his comrade.
"I don't think that Raccoon's gonna like it if take the really big one." Quint had always been a more peace keeping individual- though Jackson had a way of pressuring him otherwise.
"Eh, screw him. He can have everything else. Come on, let's get the big one."
"I really don't think that's a-"
"Please?"
"Really, are going to go to ple-"
"Pretty please?"
"...Fine let's grab it."
"Hell yeah."
The duo made haste. Jackson picked up it's handle- the absolute beast of a weapon was pretty heavy, but he did manage to get it mostly off the ground. It's tip just barely hung off the ground, but Quint was able to use his telekinesis to hold it up far better. "Ha ha! Now how does this thing work..." Jackson probably should've studied it before he picked it up, but he'd learn as he went. Hopefully.
"Alrighty, we should be close enough to that scene to make it there on foot. I assume you three," Priscilla was referring to Wario, Mona, and Waluigi now, "Are going to come with us. Jackson, Quint-" Priscilla took a moment. "What are you guys doing?"
"...Taking their railgun."
"Why?"
"...Jackson wanted to."
"I really did."
This was really all sorts of a mess for Priscilla. Hopefully she could reign them in. They all different quirks and ideas, but surely she could pull everything together.
Or this was gonna get...really messy.
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Silver Scythe
Goldenwalk Streets
Y'know, it wasn't going to be banana peel. Something more juicy. Tomato? Grape?...Overripe tomato. She liked that one.
Of course, the Scythe wasn't in any position to make up her lines here. Her titular scythe was stripped out of her hands, flying through the air, planting itself within some poor parked car. She was about to attempt to punch him, though it would've likely ended poorly on her part. Not that Scorpio even attempted to let her lay a hand on him- he hopped away, landing on a low building.
And opened hellfire from his tail.
The Scythe raised her armored arms, in a similar fashion to X. Her helmet and head weren't bulletproof, after all. Most of the bullets clanked off harmlessly. A few grazed the helmet. But then...the rain of bullets stopped. Instead, there was a loud clank. And another. Like it was...hitting the ground. Hesitantly, she lowered her arms...And marveled at it.
Scorpio was being flung up and down like a ragdoll, utterly helpless. "Haha, serves him right! You showed him, blue boy-" But X was not doing this. "...Laser guy?" Nor was Nathan doing such an action. Gwen couldn't be doing it...sooo...
"H-hey, who's doing this?!" The Scythe asked, half out of curiosity and half so she could praise whoever was doing this. Scorpio pissed her off, on the simple fact he hurt her new friend.
And no one would get away with that.
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The Soldier
City of Mercy
The Engineer's dismissive comments were lost on the scattered brain of Jane Doe. Merasmi was on the mind and wouldn't come off of it...Until Todoroki mentioned the Blu team. Now Doe had a new objective- inform the new patriot of their dreaded enemies.
"We are a part of the RED team, a great group of morally upright individuals assembled to blow the heads up of the BLU team, a bunch of nasty no good doers who happen to look just like us! Except when a giant monster shows up. Then we agree to blow up the giant monster. Or wizard, in the same case." The Soldier had very much rounded down the basic concept, but left out the fact that they were being paid very handsomely to blow one another to smithereens on a daily basis. And what they were fighting over.
But then the Soldier got to thinking. The Blu Soldier hated Merasmus as much as he did...So why would he team up with Merasmus? This only gave more credence to the Team of Merasmi thought in his head.
"But now, there is only one thing to do! Strip this city down to it's last brick and find us a wizard!" The Soldier spoke with a strong conviction. As he often did. And by often...always. As he always did.
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Brian Decker
City of Mercy
The agent trudged on, fanning himself with his hat. As much as he loved the bottle, damn if it didn't end up making one thirsty. Funny how that worked. While his dulled senses helped ignore the heat, some shade would be nice. He looked around at the buildings...nothing but desolation. Whoever lived here hadn't for a long time- windows were smashed in, sand and dust making up the lobbies of the skyscrapers, rust coating entire lampposts. The streets eerily quiet, aside from the occasional distant talking.
There was also no branding anywhere that Decker recognized. Which led more credence to the whole strangeness of the situation...was this what happened when robot aliens attacked? He thought that Lennox guy was just an idiot, but...maybe. A brief wind got sand in his eyes. "Come on." He complained, rubbing his eyes as he continued.
The voices were getting louder. He couldn't have been far now.
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Hornet
Arendelle Mountains
Deputy Leader...Hornet was never much of a leader in the first place. She supposed there was responsibility behind her, sure, but the only other time she had found herself in such a position she didn't have much of a choice in the situation. Once, she didn't get left with much of a choice, silently agreeing. With a path opened by Maple, she and the others were in hot pursuit of the knight and Katsu's partner.
Alpha had distracted it with a wave of water. Kris was heading for even higher ground. It attempted to strike at them, intercepted by Katsu. Good. This had made a fantastic distraction, as even the darkness shrouded knight seemed to be in awe of the sudden appearance of the fellow key-wielder.
With swift motions of her needle, she casted a thin thread around the heartless being's key holding arm. And then pulled. Razor sharp thread grappled the knight, as she pulled back. Her interest was keeping it from swinging about with reckless abandon, though she was losing her ground...the heartless was far more powerful than her alone.
Now she just needed the others to follow up on it.
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Commander Cecil
Temporary Zeliyis Relay Station
Cecil couldn't help but grumble at Chara's continued insolence. Fat italians..."This is just a situation that's become out of hand. I will deal with this, as I have for several campaigns." He told the child. "Do you recall that railgun that obliterated that chopper? Trust me. That was a weak blast. I've seen them gnaw through sheer concrete. Levy buildings. A fat italian would not be able to stand up to it. Even if they do resist our weaker firing weapons."
He pulled out a small device. A few taps on it revealed a large number of red dots, one for each troop that had an active tracker. Most were accumulated at his own position, but there were a number of scattered blips on the map. Particularly still ones. He could assume that the ones only down the street from their relay were the recent victims of Italian and any of his threats. How convenient, he and his comrade was coming to them.
Cecil's goal now was to ensure they did not reach the location. Elidocorc would remain guarding the gate alongside some engineers, but everyone else would converge on that avenue. "Attention." He said to his men, most of whom had assembled within the station. Making idle chatter, tweaking weapons. But his voice caught organized them in listening. "We are moving out again. Bring the railguns. I want them on the high ground- open fire on anyone going down that street. Do not let them close to our station. I also want two ground troops blockading the station. These individuals are unsettlingly strong. Anyone else to is to come with me- we require three more crystals to activate the gate."
And then he turned to Chara. "Child, and...flower. Join whichever group you feel fit. Your talent would be useful for either." He lacked sway over her. And if he and Scorpio lacked it, Elidocorc would lack it as well...Nevermind. Her interests had not conflicted with them yet.
He doubted those interests would change any time soon.
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Líf
The Village
The once King of Askr's body creaked as he told to face Tau. "Ah...I am Líf. First King of Askr, though I doubt you know what a king is..." Líf's height matched Tau's, perfect for locking gazes. "I am a fierce leader. In life, my empire was massive...expanding dozens of worlds over. Askr truly was a land of prosperity. Glory. Would you like to know how I acquired such things? Allies. Though fate would destroy those connections, severing Askr from it's powers...and killing me. Leaving nothing more than a legacy."
Líf waved a clawed hand to his translucent body. His bones were clearly shown within. "But even in death, I find no rest. I am no longer a leader in of myself, but have found a reason to assemble a new force. A new empire. New allies." He closed his hand into a fist now. "Do you understand what I am saying? I need..." He extended his fist, and unfurled a finger. "People like you. And others. Many others."
The once King took a deep breath. "Are you following me so far?" He breathed out, a puff of cold air spewing from his maw. He wasn't sure where his new associates were, but their potential dislike of Líf's planning was of little object. The King followed his own orders. Hel herself could hardly keep him reigned in.
Much less here.
Specter's Ship Pipotron Chamber
The Peep-on-trones as the Hunter called them, conceded their information on Hiro and Kale. However, there had been a lapse in the Hunter's thoughts- Bolt. Bolt Man? They'd taken him away earlier, and...well, the Hunter hadn't seen him since. Well, no one had since the owl fight. He told the bloody automaton is was a trap, and it was a trap!...But aside from that.
They did tell them where Kale was. With them...not necessarily good. She didn't look exceptionally well in the image either. And they had lost track of Hiro in his conflicts with the owl. So that was pointless, basically. Well, they were okay at the least...But then the Pipotrons began to disappear. A final warning uttered by the tall one, goodbyes from the mimic and the large one. And something about a surprise from the...gremlin. Eugh, the gremlin was the ugliest by far. Even the mimic looked better.
He joined the Chief in staring them down as they departed. They faded away, and as did the lights in the room. The ship left to drift towards...something. "Right buggers." The Hunter said, "They didn't tell us much at all. And I forgot to ask em' about Bolt..." He lowered Luis's unconscious body onto a crate. "Now what? I would go into the gremlin's lab, but it smells like a trap to me. Then again, tall one was talkin' about pride and justice, so maybe he wouldn't let the gremlin do that."
He looked around at the various dazed or unconscious individuals. They'd be hard to move around, even if they were awake. The damages they had suffered had been great, leaving him and the chief...Oh. There was the new woman, in the yellow armor. She didn't look rough at all, the closer he looked. So that made three of them. So they had to find Hiro and Bolt, and free Kale. That was a start.
"Don't believe I've probably introduced myself to you- As I said, the Hunter, that's what people call me." He told Hope. "Fightin' the Peep On Trones. Soon. We are lookin' for our other friends- the girl they showed us was Missus Kale. There's a black haired boy, fights with a big ol' key. That's Mister Hiro. And then there's Bolt...He's an automaton like Cutman here. I don't think Bolt is his actual name, I just called him that because he's got a bolt on his head..." He turned to Cut Man for an answer to that. "Is he Boltman? Lightningman? I can't remember. We need to find him next."
In any direction they went, there were a multitude of results. Maybe they could salvage supplies from the ship. The Monkey had some good things lying about, right? Even in the room, all the crates were stuffed to the brim with goods and parts. Those he didn't damage in the fire, at least...
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Eileen the Crow
Central Yharnam
Sypha's attempts to identify Eileen's nationality were lost on the Crow. "I'm afraid I'm a bit lost on what your saying. I've been in Yharnam for a very long time. Truth be told, I've lost a great portion of myself and who I was when I became a hunter. The price the blood demands is steep." Which was essentially saying she didn't know herself. "But now is not the time to dwell on it."
She looked towards the various children and teenagers, eagerly expecting a direction. "As I said, through the city, into the sewers, and we enter the tomb. There's a mad hunter there, but then we should be able to enter the cathedral from the tomb. I'll show the way. I don't have a map, but I'm quite familiar with these streets, especially at night." She pointed down the street.
"The sewers aren't far from here. There's no time to waste- keep ya heads down and we should be able to avoid the townsfolk. They've become a tad...irritable."
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Jetstream Sam
Camelot Woods
Sam's frustration only grew as Dagda talked in...big pictures. Like a simmering pot, he listened with a grimace. But...As he continued to listen...he had realized something. This Dagda? He was another Armstrong. Someone who believed so strongly in their convictions, forcing others under their control, under their grasp. Fighting was pointless. So...Why bother? Why not let this Dagda believe what he wanted? If Sam agreed or not, Dagda would get what he wanted in the end- so why not make it easier on both parts.
"...Sure. Sure." Sam told Nanashi as he offered a pouch of some sort. Sam be damned if he knew what it contained, but sure. In the interest of "serving Dagda", he accepted it. "I agree. We work for Dagda now. Of course!" He chuckled, "Me, Azula, Bowser...Why don't we work for him? Surely it is in our best interests!" He wondered if Azula would catch what he was laying down. Bowser, maybe not. But he seemed easy enough to convince.
Today had been curious and only was getting more curious by the moment. Well curious perhaps was a bad term. Today had been something else entirely, and Sam doubted it'd be being getting anything less as time moved on...
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Kiran
Camelot Castle Halls
Bro worked as a name. Good, good. Now. To go and get the grey blade. "Cool, let's then...well let's go." Kiran once more took the lead, walking through the halls. He recalled the path that knight had shown them earlier. In the evening, the crowds had not faded. But it wasn't an issue. He and Bro navigated through the village. Sightseeing all the same. They'd been a bit tied up earlier when it came to that...Talking about the kid. Hopefully he was doing fine, then again he was monster summoner. Apparently.
They had walked by a blacksmith, which Kiran promptly pointed out. "Oh, hey. Would you look at that." He swore he recognized some people within it...He never really introduced himself to that group though. He and Bro kinda shuffled out when there was the whole duel going on...Which was probably for the best. He kept walking, onwards towards the ramparts.
The two eventually came to a large tower. The way to up to the ramparts. A lone guard sat outside it. Another anthromorphic type. Just like Sonic had been. "Hey, um," Kiran told the guard. "I'm afraid I dropped something up on the ramparts...Do you mind if I go get it? The King said I could-"
The guard heard Kiran, and didn't wait for him to finish. "First visitor I've seen trying to get into the ramparts...Well, I don't see the harm in it, especially since the king permitted it. Go ahead. Just don't cause a scene." Which was, honestly, a lot easier than Kiran expected.
"Oh, uh, ok then. I'll be right back then, Bro."
The ramparts were easy enough to ascend. Though there was a nice view from up on the castle walls, he wasn't going to spend much time admiring it. Instead, he saw it- the Grey Blade, in all of it's splendor. Well, perhaps a bit exaggerated, but to Kiran it was a great relief. With two hands, he hefted the blunt weapon up. One thing he did not miss about it- it's weight. Regardless, he heaved over his shoulders, the magnets locking it to his back. Good to have it back.
He returned to Bro, down from the ramparts. "Thank you," He told the guard, who gave a curt nod in response.
"So, Bro. I got what I wanted here-" Kiran gestured to the sword. "Anything you were looking to hit up? Or, uh, head to?"
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Sarah, Samus, and the Flamebringer
Mountainside Conflict
The giant monster met a quick demise as Robin finished it off with some sort of...dark spell. Methods were methods, Sarah guessed. He offered a hand, which Sarah took gladly. "Thanks for the help. Now, to distract this guy..." She gripped the axe with both her hands, running towards the King and his horse. "Hey ugly!" King Arthur's gaze briefly shifted to Sarah, as she slid under the otherworldly horse. The gaze turned once more, on the other side of his steed. "Look out!"
She flung the sparking edge of the Wolf at King Arthur. Which provided a great distraction.
Menawhile, Samus and the Flamebringer had repelled the underworld forces rather well. And Samus saw her opportunity. "We've got an opening. You know the plan. We only get one shot."
"Of course." Said the mercenary, crushing the helm of a sword wielder, the last monster annoying the duo. "Let us not waste it."
Samus curled up into her Morph Ball. Compact enough to toss. The Flamebringer scooped the Morph ball up in her arms, swung around, and tossed it towards King Arthur. Five...Four...Three... Samus counted in her head. At the apex of the throw, she shifted back, and soared towards the unwitting lord of the underworld, foot extended.
The bounty hunter slammed into the King, the force of which toppled him off of his horse, smashing onto the ground. "Lucina!" She called out, struggling to keep Arthur pinned under her. She was strong, but the King was just as strong, if not stronger. Sarah ran over, wrapping her arms around one of his great gauntlets, just barely able to hold it back.
The Flamebringer busied herself with the horse. She engulfed an arm in searing fire, and wrapped it around it's injured leg. "You go nowhere, beast!" She stomped down her foot, and pulled. The King couldn't have any more support, even from something as seemingly harmless as his steed.
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Priscilla, Quint, Jackson, Aisha
Goldenwalk Business Quarter
For all Priscilla knew, this Wario was an...interesting character. He didn't seem to have a reason to lie to any of them. Though his story about some bank owners giving him the money for saving them was also suspect. But, that didn't necessarily matter to her. Wario gave her information which was valuable in of itself. But unfortunately, he knew just about as much as them, so... "That's certainly a...story."
Though Lucario dragging over the unconscious body of one of the soldiers brought her attention to something. The horns they had...those were a part of their helmet, right? Priscilla reached down and gave them a tug...They felt a bit too stuck on to be fake. "I...I don't think these are human..." Were they aliens, perhaps? Monsters? Would certainly explain their odd behaviors...and what was up with their tech?
Thor was asking about a plan and yard sales for whatever reason. She'd answer the first, not so much the second. "As it stands, I think the van is to busted to keep moving in on...So we are going in on foot. Aisha, I think you should head back to the base..."
"What about you though?" Aisha pointed out. "You shouldn't be running around out in the field."
"I have to. Whatever I can do to get back Sarah and Kiran I have to do. Even if it puts me at risk. However, I feel like Jerry's been left alone for too long. So that's where you come in. You can keep in contact with the earpieces anyways. But, uh, here." She tossed Aisha the assault rifle she had taken from the soldier, who caught it, albeit not cleanly.
"...I'm not really sure how to use this, but okay...Look, just don't get yourselves killed. It would really weigh on my conscious." Aisha began to take her leave. "Uh, pleasure meeting you all. Safe travels, and all that." She told the oddball group as she left. Tonight had certainly been interesting for the woman. Half-confirmed her theories AND gave her fear at a potential end of all worlds scenario.
Jackson gave a half-hearted wave to her as she left. This Raccoon guy was more on his mind, as he tried to back everyone away from the salvage weaponry. Honestly, Jackson didn't see the appeal in hoarding it all to oneself, but y'know, there were selfish people out there. Or, raccoons in this case. "Sheesh, alright." He conceded, tossing down the rifle he had picked up. He then glanced...at the massive railgun that had been left untouched.
"...Hey. Hey Quint. Help me with that one." Jackson whispered to his comrade.
"I don't think that Raccoon's gonna like it if take the really big one." Quint had always been a more peace keeping individual- though Jackson had a way of pressuring him otherwise.
"Eh, screw him. He can have everything else. Come on, let's get the big one."
"I really don't think that's a-"
"Please?"
"Really, are going to go to ple-"
"Pretty please?"
"...Fine let's grab it."
"Hell yeah."
The duo made haste. Jackson picked up it's handle- the absolute beast of a weapon was pretty heavy, but he did manage to get it mostly off the ground. It's tip just barely hung off the ground, but Quint was able to use his telekinesis to hold it up far better. "Ha ha! Now how does this thing work..." Jackson probably should've studied it before he picked it up, but he'd learn as he went. Hopefully.
"Alrighty, we should be close enough to that scene to make it there on foot. I assume you three," Priscilla was referring to Wario, Mona, and Waluigi now, "Are going to come with us. Jackson, Quint-" Priscilla took a moment. "What are you guys doing?"
"...Taking their railgun."
"Why?"
"...Jackson wanted to."
"I really did."
This was really all sorts of a mess for Priscilla. Hopefully she could reign them in. They all different quirks and ideas, but surely she could pull everything together.
Or this was gonna get...really messy.
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Silver Scythe
Goldenwalk Streets
Y'know, it wasn't going to be banana peel. Something more juicy. Tomato? Grape?...Overripe tomato. She liked that one.
Of course, the Scythe wasn't in any position to make up her lines here. Her titular scythe was stripped out of her hands, flying through the air, planting itself within some poor parked car. She was about to attempt to punch him, though it would've likely ended poorly on her part. Not that Scorpio even attempted to let her lay a hand on him- he hopped away, landing on a low building.
And opened hellfire from his tail.
The Scythe raised her armored arms, in a similar fashion to X. Her helmet and head weren't bulletproof, after all. Most of the bullets clanked off harmlessly. A few grazed the helmet. But then...the rain of bullets stopped. Instead, there was a loud clank. And another. Like it was...hitting the ground. Hesitantly, she lowered her arms...And marveled at it.
Scorpio was being flung up and down like a ragdoll, utterly helpless. "Haha, serves him right! You showed him, blue boy-" But X was not doing this. "...Laser guy?" Nor was Nathan doing such an action. Gwen couldn't be doing it...sooo...
"H-hey, who's doing this?!" The Scythe asked, half out of curiosity and half so she could praise whoever was doing this. Scorpio pissed her off, on the simple fact he hurt her new friend.
And no one would get away with that.
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The Soldier
City of Mercy
The Engineer's dismissive comments were lost on the scattered brain of Jane Doe. Merasmi was on the mind and wouldn't come off of it...Until Todoroki mentioned the Blu team. Now Doe had a new objective- inform the new patriot of their dreaded enemies.
"We are a part of the RED team, a great group of morally upright individuals assembled to blow the heads up of the BLU team, a bunch of nasty no good doers who happen to look just like us! Except when a giant monster shows up. Then we agree to blow up the giant monster. Or wizard, in the same case." The Soldier had very much rounded down the basic concept, but left out the fact that they were being paid very handsomely to blow one another to smithereens on a daily basis. And what they were fighting over.
But then the Soldier got to thinking. The Blu Soldier hated Merasmus as much as he did...So why would he team up with Merasmus? This only gave more credence to the Team of Merasmi thought in his head.
"But now, there is only one thing to do! Strip this city down to it's last brick and find us a wizard!" The Soldier spoke with a strong conviction. As he often did. And by often...always. As he always did.
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Brian Decker
City of Mercy
The agent trudged on, fanning himself with his hat. As much as he loved the bottle, damn if it didn't end up making one thirsty. Funny how that worked. While his dulled senses helped ignore the heat, some shade would be nice. He looked around at the buildings...nothing but desolation. Whoever lived here hadn't for a long time- windows were smashed in, sand and dust making up the lobbies of the skyscrapers, rust coating entire lampposts. The streets eerily quiet, aside from the occasional distant talking.
There was also no branding anywhere that Decker recognized. Which led more credence to the whole strangeness of the situation...was this what happened when robot aliens attacked? He thought that Lennox guy was just an idiot, but...maybe. A brief wind got sand in his eyes. "Come on." He complained, rubbing his eyes as he continued.
The voices were getting louder. He couldn't have been far now.
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Hornet
Arendelle Mountains
Deputy Leader...Hornet was never much of a leader in the first place. She supposed there was responsibility behind her, sure, but the only other time she had found herself in such a position she didn't have much of a choice in the situation. Once, she didn't get left with much of a choice, silently agreeing. With a path opened by Maple, she and the others were in hot pursuit of the knight and Katsu's partner.
Alpha had distracted it with a wave of water. Kris was heading for even higher ground. It attempted to strike at them, intercepted by Katsu. Good. This had made a fantastic distraction, as even the darkness shrouded knight seemed to be in awe of the sudden appearance of the fellow key-wielder.
With swift motions of her needle, she casted a thin thread around the heartless being's key holding arm. And then pulled. Razor sharp thread grappled the knight, as she pulled back. Her interest was keeping it from swinging about with reckless abandon, though she was losing her ground...the heartless was far more powerful than her alone.
Now she just needed the others to follow up on it.
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Commander Cecil
Temporary Zeliyis Relay Station
Cecil couldn't help but grumble at Chara's continued insolence. Fat italians..."This is just a situation that's become out of hand. I will deal with this, as I have for several campaigns." He told the child. "Do you recall that railgun that obliterated that chopper? Trust me. That was a weak blast. I've seen them gnaw through sheer concrete. Levy buildings. A fat italian would not be able to stand up to it. Even if they do resist our weaker firing weapons."
He pulled out a small device. A few taps on it revealed a large number of red dots, one for each troop that had an active tracker. Most were accumulated at his own position, but there were a number of scattered blips on the map. Particularly still ones. He could assume that the ones only down the street from their relay were the recent victims of Italian and any of his threats. How convenient, he and his comrade was coming to them.
Cecil's goal now was to ensure they did not reach the location. Elidocorc would remain guarding the gate alongside some engineers, but everyone else would converge on that avenue. "Attention." He said to his men, most of whom had assembled within the station. Making idle chatter, tweaking weapons. But his voice caught organized them in listening. "We are moving out again. Bring the railguns. I want them on the high ground- open fire on anyone going down that street. Do not let them close to our station. I also want two ground troops blockading the station. These individuals are unsettlingly strong. Anyone else to is to come with me- we require three more crystals to activate the gate."
And then he turned to Chara. "Child, and...flower. Join whichever group you feel fit. Your talent would be useful for either." He lacked sway over her. And if he and Scorpio lacked it, Elidocorc would lack it as well...Nevermind. Her interests had not conflicted with them yet.
He doubted those interests would change any time soon.
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Líf
The Village
The once King of Askr's body creaked as he told to face Tau. "Ah...I am Líf. First King of Askr, though I doubt you know what a king is..." Líf's height matched Tau's, perfect for locking gazes. "I am a fierce leader. In life, my empire was massive...expanding dozens of worlds over. Askr truly was a land of prosperity. Glory. Would you like to know how I acquired such things? Allies. Though fate would destroy those connections, severing Askr from it's powers...and killing me. Leaving nothing more than a legacy."
Líf waved a clawed hand to his translucent body. His bones were clearly shown within. "But even in death, I find no rest. I am no longer a leader in of myself, but have found a reason to assemble a new force. A new empire. New allies." He closed his hand into a fist now. "Do you understand what I am saying? I need..." He extended his fist, and unfurled a finger. "People like you. And others. Many others."
The once King took a deep breath. "Are you following me so far?" He breathed out, a puff of cold air spewing from his maw. He wasn't sure where his new associates were, but their potential dislike of Líf's planning was of little object. The King followed his own orders. Hel herself could hardly keep him reigned in.
Much less here.
