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Convergence: A Comedic Crossover (IC)

Postby Gurori » Thu May 23, 2019 5:55 pm

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Convergence
A Crossover Event With More Ambition Than Infinity War!
(As time goes on I'll add characters and more artefacts to the picture, you can suggest artefacts in the thread.)
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Prologue


Let's go over this again...

A dastardly evildoer through unknown means, has managed to merge all universes into one. What does this mean for our humble planet Earth? Well... Quite a lot. Cities are suddenly changing and entirely new ones are appearing out of nowhere, there's now at least five moons orbiting this godforsaken planet, it's a miracle that there hasn't been any kind of gravity-induced catastrophe.

Now, you'd think that our antagonist would be done there, right? WRONG. Now they want to RULE over this merged reality and possess unrivalled power. In order to achieve this goal, they seek magical MacGuffins artefacts. On the bright side, it's going to take a REALLY long time, given the countless amount.

That's where the heroes come in! Their goal is to stop the big bad from achieving their own, per the norm. That's assuming the heroes aren't pulling a "Captain America: Civil War" on one another.

Oh, they'll probably have to battle villains from across the multiverse, too.
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Postby Gurori » Thu May 23, 2019 7:16 pm

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City Z (One Punch Man)


The effects of the Convergence were already apparent. When the geography of your entire planet is suddenly changed, disasters are obviously going to happen. In this case, an earthquake of a large magnitude had struck the city. Hundreds if not thousands were killed and more were missing. Heroes of all classes were dispatched to the scene, all sharing the common goal: Save as many lives as possible.

There were similar situations unfolding across the globe, which as previously mentioned had seen it's geography changed entirely. The Convergence was a phenomenon that occurred within the span of a second. Within that small period, all universes had become one and by extension, so had all Earths.

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Postby The Russian Nations » Thu May 23, 2019 9:32 pm

Adrian Shephard, Hazardous Environmental Combat Unit.
Unknown Location.
Unknown date.

The Marine woke up slowly from his slumber, still in that damned V-22 Osprey, the same one he was trapped in after the Black Mesa Incident, he looked around still pinned and trapped in his seat, he turned his head and to his surprise and anger, that damned suited man was there, staring at him with surprisingly, a look of concern and fear, the suited man, G-Man as he was referred to simply stared at him, and walked next to him, Adrian felt scared due to the fact that this..man if you could call him that was the main reason he was trapped, but the G-Man spoke. "Mister Shepard, or should i refer to you as corporal? either way, my employers have a very serious....issue." G-Man said, Adrian looked at him with interest and confusion "What kind of issue?" Adrian asked, hoping to finally get off his seat after a long time. "The issue....is that my employers have sensed a disturbance in your home, and it is a very very serious issue." the G-Man said, Adrian was shocked, had his family been killed? had the aliens finally caused a world-wide invasion? "W-What do you mean?" Adrian asked, still concerned, the G-Man motioned for him to silence. "It is...what you would call a....meeting of different universes." the G-Man said, Adrian was confused, "You see, a certain someone wanted to get artefacts that would cause a very serious problem if all of them were under possession of a single person." the G-Man finished, now Adrian was really interested, "And my employers have told me that your home is part of a different universe, not that i didn't know, but it is one of the universes involved, and there are rather interestingly...several other versions of people from different universes, you included." the G-Man said, straightening his tie, "And now, billions if not likely higher are now stuck in your planet." the G-Man finished, Adrian itched to ask a question but the G-Man beat him to it. "I know you want to see if this is true or not...and that is exactly why i am here." the G-Man said, "My employers have told me to bring every client available so that you could assist in the recovery of these devices, and i am here to give you an offer." Adrian decided to say it before he even finished "I accept, i just want an excuse to be off this damned chair." Adrian said, "I have not finished yet, but since you are eager to...get off this chair as you put it, you will be sent." Adrian finally felt the weights that were on him when he boarded the Osprey disappear, allowing him to get off. "Step in there, and you will enter a new world..." the G-man said, Adrian immediately stepped into the door, and felt white light blind his eyes, he was knocked out by the ordeal.

Meanwhile, in Altis.

Corporal Ben Kerry, Task Force Aegis.
Pyrgos, The Republic of Altis and Straits.
Six weeks post-war, 2035.


"Of course, another debate between Pro and anti-NATO Citizens, oh boy."

Kerry was driving a HEMTT truck, listening to the radio when suddenly an earthquake of unknown magnitude struck, "What in the hell-" he managed to get before he lost control and it caused him to swerve off the road, frantically trying his best to control the truck when he crashed into the side of the road, "OH SHIT!" he screamed as his truck was turned various times, hitting himself in the head and the sides while that happened, he reached for the radio desperately to send an SOS message, "T-This i-is C-Corporal Ben K-Kerry, i-i require assistance at grid-" he was cut off as he was thrown into the left side, then back to the right, and drifted into unconsciousness shortly afterward, but not before wondering what the hell happened.

Several Hours Later.

Kerry woke up with a pain in his head and his side, likely after the crash, his truck was overturned, the left side touching the ground while the right side touching the air, he was practically pinned like this, so he tried his best to climb out of the truck, he got off his seat but his butt crashed into the door, "OUCH!" he screamed, trying to get the pain out of his butt, he got up with the butt pain, and frantically tried to reach for the door handle on the left side, the door handle turned and he pushed the door, letting fresh air in his car, he climbed the seats and got out of the truck, to his surprise there were similarly other vehicles overturned, even a CSAT Ifrit MRAP. "What the hell happened here?" he asked, getting off the vehicle, he turned his head to find a dead NATO Marksman, he crouched, and looked at the corpse, and decided to retrieve the helmet from the body, "Sorry buddy, but the dead don't need protection." he said, he looked over and found the guy had an MXM near his body, he took it and inspected it, he decided that it was his now his weapon, he took off the magazine, sure it was loaded with 6.5mm, he put the magazine back in and took the man's pistol too, it was suppressed so he could use it when it comes to sneaking, he holstered the pistol and went back to the MXM, he got up and walked forwards, he came across several wrecks, CSAT, AAF, and NATO, doesn't matter, they're still wrecked, he continued walking and looking at the wrecks, occasionally scavenging them for ammunition and other things, before his radio boomed to life. "This *Static* Falcon of the Royal N*Static* we require backup at *static*-id 0214414, *static*-stile spec ops are *static* us!" the radio said, Falcon, that was Miller's callsign, he wasn't exactly sure wether to go to grid 0214414, but since he's practically alone, he should go assist them, he took out his map and marked 0214414 and headed out.
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Postby DeltaSource » Fri May 24, 2019 4:53 am

Yugi: Bakura! What have you done to them?
Yami Bakura: Hmhmhm...
Yugi: *Answer me*!
Yami Bakura: These two delinquents received exactly what they *deserved*, Yugi. They took possession of something that didn't belong to them; so I banished their souls to the Shadow Realm.
Yami Bakura: And I'd say the punishment fit the crime!
Yugi: You sent them to the Shadow Realm?!
Yami Bakura: You should be showing a little more *gratitude*; after all...
Yami Bakura: I've returned your belongings.
Yami Bakura: Well... *most* of them.
Yugi: What's *that* mean?!
Yami Bakura: Take a look. There was one item in your *bag of tricks* that I'm not quite ready to part with. Besides, it *did* belong to *me* at one time.
Yugi: *Give it back*. The Millennium Items belong *together*!
Yami Bakura: *Eventually*, they will be. In the meantime, why don't you concentrate on gathering the other Items, instead of pestering *me*? And when the time is right, I'll give you the Millennium Ring.
Yami Bakura: We may not be fond of each other, but we *do* share a common goal.
We both want all seven Items returned to their resting place, united once again within the Millennium Stone, just as they were so long ago!
Yugi: I don't trust you-- and I never will! *I'm* collecting the Millennium Items so I can help the Pharaoh save the world from destruction!
Yami Bakura: Hmhmhmhm. And I gather you think that *I* have a *different* goal in mind? Believe whatever you wish-- but remember *I* know things about the past that your *pharaoh friend* seems to have forgotten.
Yugi: Oh, yeah? And what kind of *things* are those?!
Yami Bakura: I know that when the seven Millennium Items are returned to the Stone, a doorway to the spirit world will open.
Yugi: A spirit world? If that exists, it could be where the spirit of the *Pharaoh* belongs... Are you saying that when this doorway opens the Pharaoh will be set *free*?
Yami Bakura: You're catching on. So don't you want to help your *friend*? After all, his spirit's been trapped in that Puzzle for *five thousand years*.
Yugi: Of course I do!
Yugi/Yami: Yu-Gi-Oh!!
Yami: That's enough! Stop poisoning Yugi's mind!
Yami Bakura: Ah, Pharaoh-- to what do I owe this honor? Did you come here so we can bury the hatchet and join forces?
Yami: You know *better than that*!
Yami Bakura: I know why you *hate* me. Because when you get right down *to* it, you and I are more alike than you'd care to admit. Isn't that right, *Pharaoh*?
Yami: We are *nothing* alike!
Yami Bakura: We're both five-thousand-year-old spirits, aren't we? Each one inhabiting the body of an *innocent civilian*... the only difference is, I *remember* my past.
Yami Bakura: All your mind contains is an endless labyrinth of *questions*.
Yami Bakura: Your whole life is nothing more than a puzzle wrapped in a game; and *I* happen to know the solution. It's quite ironic, actually; the only way you can *solve* that game is by *playing* a game.
Yami: I don't know if you speak the truth, but I'll do whatever I have to. Game or no game, I *will* unlock my mind!
Yami Bakura: Well, then, best of luck; you're going to need it when the ultimate shadow game begins.
He turns and walks away down the alley, his black coat billowing behind, leaving Yami standing over Weevil and Rex, in the rain, with the bag.
Yami Bakura: Enjoy your *travels*, Pharaoh.
Yami Bakura (think): That encounter went *exactly as planned*. Now on to *phase two*.
He begins to chuckle malevolently at the thought...
Suddenly without notice the ground begins to shake...."What is happening!?"
A few buildings collapse, and the alleyway is cut off from Bakura. "Well, that was unexpected." As suddenly as it began it stopped. Bakura continued walking to his destination, first the airport, but ultimately Egypt.
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Postby Oiqo » Fri May 24, 2019 6:28 am

Aidana Batbayar Toraqizit
Flight Lieutenant
Northern Oiqo
2000 Hours


The skies over the USSO were clear yet dark. The lack of clouds and the two moons made radar extremely favorable; however, that also meant nowhere to hide. Nevertheless, this didn’t stop one pilot from being sent out to patrol the skies.

A 22 year old 164cm tall female Qiran was in her biofuel-powered prop driven striker unit, bearing the weight of her transformer backpack and 8mm automatic rifle. With her brown hair, coupled with her distinctive head wings and tail, there was no doubt that the female’s genetic makeup was interesting. Oiqo was a high place, and when such a place was approximately 15,000ft in the sky, lifeforms needed big powerful lungs - Qirans had that.

All was quiet for Flight Lieutenant Tora, patrolling for the past hour and seeing nothing but steppes and pleateaus down below on the ground. Now, she had turned around to fly over the airfield, making her way towards the far west Oiqan mountain ranges. Once she got to the mountains, however, the weather began to change unlike the steppes/plateaus.

There were definite clouds, though none of them were thick enough for thunder or rainfall. Bit when Tora flew closer and closer to the mountains, tiny bits of static electric danced among Tora herself, which was not uncommon when consider her form of magic. Yurak Magic required static electric charge, but not too much, however.

“Whoa...” Tora uttered under her breath, feeling her Yurak magic fluctuate slightly, “Weather forecast said there was no thunderstorms.”

But moments after saying that, upon which continued flying onwards, her body swiftly energized like tesla coil. And it was also here that after a couple minutes, a lightning bolt struck Tora from long ranges from the clouds, staying with her for a few seconds like a laser beam. Normally, this would’ve meant Tora falling right out of the sky, with her Yurak magic nullified and her striker units without power ... except, she simply disappeared from sight.

Instead, Tora reappeared in the middle of nowhere in another world. As she feared, however, she was tumbling out of the sky. Fortunately, she was 17,000ft in the sky, with her striker units completely shut off; however, Tora quickly regained her orientation, eventually gliding in the air and grabbing her 8mm automatic rifle.

Pulling over into an upside nose dive, she let herself freefall through the sky, soon restarting her engines as her Yurak magic sparked back to life. With a pair of mechanical sputtering and electric whirring, her striker unit roared back to life, eventually her to hover at last.

Now hovering 4,000ft in the air, she was back action, but the only question now upon hovering in the air was simple: where was she now?

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Postby Lessoni » Fri May 24, 2019 4:27 pm

Doomslayer

As the Doomslayer stepped into the teleporter to Earth, he considered the very, very odd events that had led to this point. At one point, he'd been slaughtering demons as was his usual schedule. At the next, there'd been at least 20 other versions of him fighting right alongside him, alongside a shit ton of demons.

It had been an absolute charliefoxtrot of a brawl, and he'd watched more than one version of himself fall to the seemingly never ending horde. He wasn't the only one left, not by a longshot, but they'd been seperated, sprinting through the UAC facility and over the surface of Mars. He'd made the decision that what was happening here on Mars, was probably happening on Earth. And if any demon hordes showed up there? They'd be helpless. The number of slayers he'd seen could handle things on Mars just fine, that was for sure, but Earth was probably gonna need one too. So now? He was heading home. And when he found his sight returned from the teleporter's flash? He was falling through the air. Apparently in the reshaping of reality, the location of the teleporter had either been moved or destroyed. So now he was falling through the air, at least 1500 feet up, and the ground was rapidly approaching. He would hit in 3... 2... 1... splat. He hit the ground with a hard thud... and immediately got back up. Would take a damn sight more than a long fall to kill a man like him.

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Postby Danceria » Fri May 24, 2019 6:13 pm

Dr. Evomir Draganon
Skies Above City Z



For waking up with little to no memory, barely any understanding on who or why he was created, or why he felt the need to call himself "Doctor" when he possessed no formal doctorate...the pale-green ruddy-haired giant was rather content. After all, it was either waste away, unraveling his considerable IQ over the maddening isolation of space, or simply going down onto the planet to find his answers, Evomir took the path of least resistance. Stereotypes of antisocial scientists bedamned, he already had a sizable lair-a word he had associated with actions most megalomaniac and irrational-he needed people to maintain it, or generally man the defense platforms other than quasi-corporeal blobs of blue goo. Honestly, whoever decided to create him should have created equally competent helpers. This brought him to his second point, there were moons around Space Colony ARK. Five of the sodding things! Navigating a 1.5 billon ton Bernal Sphere into a stable and relatively space-junk free portion of Earth's orbit was apparently something one can and ought to do before breakfast. He sighed as the escape pod plummeted further "Why must someone of my intellect be forced to make rash decisions as soon as I awake?"

Of course, he had very little time before he decided to venture onto Earth, seamlessly programming, repairing, and otherwise awakening the slumbering space station to his bidding. Scans from his falling vessel were synchronized with a myriad of specialized AI that spat out synopsi in perfect, but woefully bland bytes of information. He first deduced that whatever occurrence that won Earth four extra moons and a mild reshuffling of continents was something truly of cosmic proportions. Normally, any sane scientist would scoff at the possibility of such an event, but Draganon was living proof otherwise. During the roughly three and a half hour journey from ARK to what was identified as "City Z", he mused with the AI over this hypothesis going off of his own scarce background information, and the current happenings on the planet. Apparently several "Heroes" were dispatched to various cities across the globe to aid those caught in the sudden earthquakes. Considering the death toll was thus far in the hundred thousands when multiple Earths forcibly merged themselves was a very optimistic situation. he mused, before realizing that the information he had to support the hypothesis that he had directly or indirectly caused this to happen was circumstantial, but sparse, and ultimately futile in pursuing.

The most interesting part of journey was when he was 1.219 kilometers from the surface. He narrowly zipped by-Narrowly meaning he missed the target by roughly 200 kilometers, but he was certainly heard if not felt by the humanoid-and waved. Of course being so far away, he realized that there was a shockingly low chance of that person actually seeing him, but it's the thought that counted. He was here to make an impression, and he certainly would make one by falling from the heavens on the outskirts of "City Z".

With a growl he resolved once he took over the world, he would revamp the naming parameters for cities.
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Postby Deutschess Kaiserreich » Fri May 24, 2019 9:11 pm

Colonel Attas

The trench was a muddy version of hell. The wooden palisades sometimes collapsed burying men alive or, even worse uncovering an underground toilet or a mass grave, sometimes both. Rats sometimes swarmed Guardsmen like a tidal wave. If you held up a piece of food in the open the flies, that had gathered on the hundreds of bodies that had fallen in and around the trench, would be blotted out by them in mere seconds. However, sometimes the food was so bad that the flies didn't even dare come near it. It was like eating shit. They bit exposed skin so hard that they must have had tin openers on their feet.

Attas was in all this, sitting on a small stool made out of rotting wood. Right next to him was a body that was littery covered in maggots. Every one in a while the body struggled against the maggots and screamed loudly, begging for help. To the left of him was an open toilet that had just been dug into the ground. Attas stared as a rat accidentally slipped into the hole and began to drown in what seemed to it like a sea of brown slimy feces. After a minute it gave up and its narrow snout slipped beneath the brown slimy surface.

It was heaven to Attas.

Nothing seemed like it could ruin it. Then his stomach began to fell hot and heavy. Like a hot day coming. Attas began to walk down the trench lines, on his way he grabbed a paper and tucked it under his arm. He liked to read at stool. Hope no guardsmen comes knocking when he was in. At last, he reached it. Unlike the others, officers were given proper hygiene facilities for body waste disposal. It was called: Advanced Bodily Waste Disposal Station. Sounds fancy. It was littery just a flimsy outhouse made out of rotting wood with a door that hung on only one hinge. Attas opened the door and found that the wooden hole was nearly overflowing. Attas nearly cried... in joy. He had never been given such luxury before!

Better be careful not to get these trousers dirty for the next shift. He hung up his trousers on a hook right next to the door, he just remembered to lock the door. He was king was in his counting house, Attas joked to himself. He was funny. Asquat on the cuckstool he folded out his paper turning its pages over on his bared knees. Something new and easy. No great hurry. Keep it a bit. His prize titbit. Today's guardsmen news was: "Vraks retaken! Krieg showered with honors!". Written by Mr. Philip Beaufoy, Regimental Standard, Terra.

Quietly he read, restraining himself, the first column and, yielding but resisting, began the second. Midway, his last resistance yielding, he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, reading still patiently, that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Hope it's not too big to bring on piles again. No, just right. So. Ah!

He read on, seated calm above his own rising smell. Neat certainly. At last, he felt his bowels empty himself. Oh, wait! One more left. As it began to come out the outhouse began to shake as if the trench was under bombardment. Did he do that? Attas pulled his trousers up, he would regret it later. There was a loud bump and Attas swore he floated for a moment. Attas tried to open the door but it was stuck, wind penetrated every hole of the outhouse. Attas stared out of one of the holes and saw a grey cloud shot by. He was flying! It was very dark now and the wind went on making its terrible roaring sound. At last, after what seemed like hours Attas felt the floor of the outhouse hit the ground, at last, throwing shit everywhere. At least he was wearing his great coat. Attas this time kicked the door opened.

Where the hell was he?
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Postby The Russian Nations » Fri May 24, 2019 10:52 pm

Corporal Ben Kerry, TF Aegis.
Altis, Post-earthquake.
Sometime in 2035.


Kerry walked on the side of the road, still following the path to 0214414, he was still confused as to what the hell happened, but he shrugged it off, "I'll get answers from Miller." he said, still looking at a map, the path to 0214414 was now in a forest, the road had curved to the left, Kerry saw this and sighed, "Into the forest, really?" he asked, he looked at the map again, and it was directly in the forest, "Damn you Miller." he said, he decided to just not think of it and head off, so he sprinted to the forest, hoping to catch some spec ops while at it, but who were these enemy spec ops, CSAT? AAF? shadow organizations? he shook his head, not trying to fry his brain with questions, he continued sprinting until he got tired, and there he resorted to walking, which was tiring in itself, and boring too, but extremely practical, while walking he looked around, seeing the beauty of the Altis forests, even if he hates that that doesn't mean they're ugly.

By the time he was able to sprint again he was halfway to 0214414, "Finally, i was about to die of walking." he said, before dashing to the forest area, it was literally covered in f***ing trees, almost like Tanoa, he looked around as he sprinted, finding nothing but trees, bushes, and an RPG-42 sticking o- wait a second, RPG-42? "The hell is that doing there?" he asked, readying his MXM rifle in case something bad happens, he walked over to the RPG-42 and saw a dead CSAT urban trooper, "And of course, a dead body, but the bigger question is why do i keep finding RPGs everywhere i go?" he asked, he took the RPG off the dead man, and put it on his back, after doing so he moved towards the forest, and what he found surprised him. "Are those....CSAT Spec ops? and Miller's team?" he asked, moving slowly towards the bodies, he discovered masked CSAT troopers and presumably Falcon team members dead on the ground, he continued looking until he heard a cough, it was James, wounded and without armor. "Lieutenant!" he said, rushing over to James, the lieutenant looked at him and coughed again, "Kerry, you jammy c**t, we've been ambushed." James said, "Yeah, CSA-" he said before being cut off by James "No, you ass, it's not CSAT who ambushed us, we encountered them and talked it off, but a 3rd party happened." the lieutenant said, "It...was confusing, they came at us from all directions, even killed the CSAT commander first, but i managed to get a glimpse of their leader, and you won't believe who it is." he said before coughing again, "Who is it?" Kerry asked, "It's-" he said before a bullet hit James' head, "NO!" Kerry screamed, "Lieutenant? Lieutenant!" Kerry said, not before a familiar voice spoke up. "You have a lot of nerve coming here Kerry, i never expected you to be here." and damn it! it was Miller! "Miller! why are you doing this? this isn't you!" Kerry screamed, reaching for his P07 before Miller switched to Fully-automatic on his MX. "You know, i can't have any witnesses of this operation, and you are one of them, so i have to erase you from this earth." Miller said before pulling the trigger slightly "So, goodbye Kerry-" as he was about to shoot a bullet hit his head and caused him to pull the trigger post-mortem and send several full-auto shots as he fell to the ground, Kerry wondered who saved him, was it another member of Falcon team, but before he could look around the voice of Miller spoke "I don't think that i allow the killing of my friends, thank you very much." 'Miller' said as Kerry turned to look at him "MILLER?! B-BUT THAT'S YOU!" he yelled in confusion, but not before Miller stepped forward with a P07 in hand. "Yeah, that's me, but at the same time that isn't me." he said.

"What do you mean?" Kerry asked, scratching his combat helmet, "I'm saying that...." Miller stopped before continuing. "This feels like one of those clone movies where you have an evil twin, god damn hollywood." Miller says before sighing, "Basically, i just killed a clone of myself, now we better get going." Miller said, walking over to his clone's dead body and picking up a magazine from his vest, "They are still here." Miller said, "They?" Kerry asked, before a shot rang out and hit a tree. "As you Americans call it, evil clones." Miller said, taking his MX and firing at an unknown assailant, and heard a scream that sounded like James "Was that J-James?" Kerry asked, looking over to the dead body of the aforementioned Lieutenant, "Yes, even has the beanie." Miller said with some sarcasm, but was serious in other ways, Miller looked at him while still firing. "What are you still doing there, take your rifle for god's sake!" he said, slightly irritated, Kerry grabbed his MXM and went next to Miller, "Call out targets and shoot them." Miller said, Kerry scanned the forest area and saw a person moving, he fired and the person fell to the ground. "Target neutralized!" Kerry said, Miller also did the same after killing another assailant, Miller moved forward and Kerry moved forward-left, and saw a member of Falcon team aiming directly at him, he assumed it was friendly until he was shot in the chest, he responded in kind with 14 bullets from a full-auto MX, killing the man, meanwhile Miller also did the same and killed 3 other members of Falcon team.

After the firefight, Kerry and Miller went to talk, "So, i just killed clones of your team?" he said, hoping to get some answers, Miller answered with a flat tone. "Yes, they are 'evil clones' of my team." he deadpanned, crossing his arms, "We should move, there's something happening and i don't like it." Miller said, grabbing his MXM, "I saw a working Hunter on the streets, the Hull may be damaged but the wheels, engine, and fuel tank are all fine." Kerry said, Miller raised an eyebrow, "Alright then lad, lead the way." he said before reloading his MX.
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Postby Knights Mare Nostrum » Fri May 24, 2019 11:41 pm

Watchpoint: Gibraltar

As the cart made its' way past the bridge near the entrance, D.Va was putting up a heavy fight agiaist the enemy team, having taken down several Omnics in a hit and run attack and quickly having dealt with a turret. She, however, was going under heavy fire from several other Omnics armed with machine guns, and her Matrix Shield had just de-activated. She attempted shifting her mech to cover, but one of the machines capitalised on this and gave chase in until she went near a ledge, only to be met with a swift whack from one of the arms on D.Va's mech, causing it to tumble over as he fell to his doom.

"That'll teach you to try and take me out of my game!" She said, turning around before she was suddenly met by the face of a familiar African man, smiling at her as he reeled back a giant fist and smashed into D.Va's visor. The Korean gamer retaliated by drawing her laser pistol and firing at his chest, causing him to stagger back as he yelped in pain, but not before he put on a scowl, raising his arm and using it as a shield as he backhanded the mech aside, knocking the mech over and giving the poor girl a few bumps. the man, Doomfist, then began to lift it up as he went for a suplex, but not before suddenly a large, bright light started engulfing the battlefield...

City Z

Meanwhile, a man, clad in Adidas all over with one of his hands made of metal, as well as a flat cap, laid asleep on a couch in an alleyway, with many bottles around him, a pack of cigarettes and a TV. As he suddenly started awaking, he fluttered his bionic eyes as he felt a throbbing pain is his head. That party that Boris held in Krakow must've been a real fucking big one, he said. Struggling to get up, Avtomat turned himself over as he sat upright, noticing that this place he was in wasn't his house.

"Kva...wh... where the blyat am I? This is not my home! Where is fridge? Where are walls? Granded, I have the couch and TV and plenty of drinks... but still, this isn't my home." Avtomant said as he got up, suddenly hearing what would usually sound like a jet engine, turning around before he heard a loud bang, the Slavic cyborg screaming 'Blyat!' before jumping behind his couch. A few moments later, he got himself back up, slowly walking out the alleyway and seeing D.Va's crashed mech.

"What the hell? What is this, some kind of pink robot?" Avtomat said to himself, approaching it before he looked to see an unconscious D.Va in the cockpit. "Wait, is that a... wait, hold a minute, this is a mech, and that's a girl, and this.... This is fucking Japanese cartoon world! Why else would there be an Asian girl in a bodysuit inside a mecha!?" HE cursed to himself, before he then looked to the hole in the visor.

He sighed as he rubbed his nose. "I guess I'm going to have to probably take care of her or some shit like that." He said, smashing it a bit more with a baseball bat before reaching in and dragging her out, making his way back to the alley.

"At least if it's amnesiac, I can make it think it's my wife or something." Avtomat said, unaware that D.Va had suddenly awakened as she heard what this Slavic cyborg said.

"Excuse me!? I heard that, you perv!" She said to him, Avtomat recoiling as he let go, Hana luckily catching her own fall as he jumped back.

"Blyat, it speaks!" Avtomat said, staggering back comically as he saw the girl stand upright, dusting off her bodysuit. "I mean... Thank God you're alive!"

"Alive? Wha- what happened? Where's my me-" She said, looking to her mech to see it was destroyed. "Aw, damnit, this is gonna take me forever to fix! That no-good Doomfist..."

"Eh, well these things happen. Believe me, I go through 4x4s like Bozic go through kvass, it's really not big deal on the grander scale." Avtomat said, pulling a bottle of beer out of his messenger back as he drunk out of it, D.Va turning to him in confusion.

"Yeah, but a mech is much more complex than a cheap truck. And who the hell are you, anyway?" Hana asked in confusion.

The name's Grzegorz. Grzegorz Brzęczyszczykiewicz." He said, having another sip as he squatted down, looking up at her as D.Va had an even more confused look on her face. "And you.

"Huh? Gggjjjegorr... G-G-Grzegorawhatnow?" D.Va replied as her mind seemed to be a mess in all this.

"You know what, just call me Avtomat, it makes things alot simpler." He said, taking out a packet of cigarettes as he took one out and lit it with a lighter compartment implated in his finger, before offering Hana one. "You want one, whoever you are?"

"The name's Hana Song, you can call me D.Va, but no thanks." She said, raising her palm. "Anyways, where are we?"

"We're in a mystical place called I Don't Fucking Know, in the realm of God-knows-where, sister city being How the Blyat Should I Know. In other words, I'm as confused as you are." He said, continuing to smoke his cigarette as she went wandering near his alleyway.
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Postby Morrallia » Sat May 25, 2019 7:43 am

    Charlie Currant
    City Z


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The spell had worked, though not in the way she'd planned. Charlie meant to go to the Darkwilds, but somehow ended up in . . . where was she exactly? It was hard to say, mainly because she'd never seen a place like it before. She seemed to be in an alley, with two monolithic buildings on either side of her. No telling if this was the work of Nyx, or something (someone?) far more sinister, for a simple relocation spell was hard to muck up, especially for a witch of Charlotte's calibre.

Deciding to take a chance (this could be a hostile place, after all), she peered around the corners of both buildings before leaving the alley and heading left--once she was sure it was safe to do so, of course. The first task on her list: Find out where she is. The second task: Find out how she got here.
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Father Knows Best State

Postby Lessoni » Sat May 25, 2019 8:01 am

Doomslayer

The Doomslayer took stock of the city, looking at his potential battlegound. He liked what he saw, all tight spaces and open sightlines. A perfect slaughterhouse. But he needed somewhere more open if he was ever gonna find anything, friend or foe. He had seen a park in his fall. It would serve his purpose well, considering he didn't have the patience to scale any buildings. As he reached the park, he saw what he'd been fearing; a gore nest. It would be summoning demons any time now, but it seemed to only be guarded by imps. No possessed, which was a little odd, but he wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

He leaped into the fray, blasting demons to bits. Viscera flew as he fought with his shotgun and his hands, ripping and tearing demons to shreds. It didn't take long to finish them all. With his opponents dead, he went to destroy the gore nest, only to find that it didn't have a heart. He was mildly annoyed, but it wasn't the biggest problem. He'd just guard it and kill anything that came through, and hope it'd close on its own when everything that got sent through was getting killed.

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Corrupt Dictatorship

Postby Oiqo » Sat May 25, 2019 4:41 pm

Aidana Batbayar Toraqizit
Flight Lieutenant
Northern Oiqo
2000 Hours


Tora broke through the clouds at a slow speed, patrolling the skies for any distinctive landmarks or cues that might help her fly back to the air base. The radio headset on her back (outfitted below her backpack transformer) had its circuitry fried, so there was no way she could contact friendly Oiqian forces. Thus, she was alone.

If there was one curious thing she noticed in the atmosphere, however, the oxygen was getting thicker the more she flew downwards. But that wasn't the biggest surprise of the day, because when she broke through the clouds again at 3,000ft, she saw a cityscape down below. At first, dread swept upon Tora like a sandstorm; however, she was quick to process that none of the buildings or skyscrapers were familiar structures of a Qirani or a Gibbon city.

A Qirani-built city would usually be defined by tall and elegant spires and towers, while Gibbon-built cities were more like stacks of concrete/stone brutalist buildings. Eventually, her sights looked down upon a patch of grass and vegetation in the unknown city. There was doubt from the benches, paths, and the surrounding urban landscape that this was definitely a park, and a perfect place for rocketeers or AA guns to hide in a war zone like this.

Refraining from flying over the park, however, she flew for kilometer away from the park before landing on the roof of a skyscraper. Thanks to her striker units, she could land in a VTOL-manner, temporarily shutting down the engines so that she could stand there and observe the view before her. There was nothing but silence from what she could hear so far from her location among the city ... or at least for a couple minutes.

Suddenly, there was the sound of concrete and steel crumbling nearby, which prompted Tora to looked to her left. Sensing trouble, however, her Yurak magic surged again, starting with the electric starter motor whirring before her striker unit's biofuel diesel-engines roared to life. The clanking and clicking of the compact diesel engines in both striker units echoed slightly throughout the cityscape, which definitely is going to attract lots of attention very quickly.

Nevertheless, with only a couple revs of her engines, she took off from the rooftop and flew towards her left. For a few moments, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but when she came upon an six lane crossroad, there was a 10 story building slowly leaning to the left. Worse still, there were a bunch of people who were fleeing in the streets, whom were neither Qirani or Gibbon.

Although there was no time for questions, the people down below looked like Qiranis without the distinctive avian head wings and tail, or hairless and taller Gibbons. Regardless of who these people were, Tora swiftly swooped down at the middle of the crumbling 10 story building to stop it. Normally, one might think that a half-bird half-human with striker units on them wouldn't be able to stop a multi hundred to thousand ton concrete structure, but not when that half-bird half-human in particular had magic in her arsenal.

With static electric bolts and currents surging all around her like an overshield, she focused an entire electric barrier around the front of the building, with much of the sides and the rear of the building unaffected. Her hands were nearly touching the building if not for the large amount of static electricity standing between her and the concrete, combined with a painful frown on her face that indicated just how much strength it took to push that building back. With her eyes glowing white from all the static electricity flowing through her, she couldn't push the building back with her strength, thus forcing her to lean the building to her left, letting it crash in a spectacular pile of concrete, steel, and dust.

But with her Yurak magic, she was able to keep the dust away long enough for any fleeing bystanders on the streets to get far away as much as possible. The dust that accumulated from the building crashing down in the streets were held back like they were a wall of grey clouds, and for five long minutes, the wall of dust stayed in the air before Tora slowly blew it away in the opposite direction. By that time, she could've sworn by now that she had attracted so much attention in such a foreign city...

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Postby Skylus » Sat May 25, 2019 5:53 pm

Madison Goodwill & Link Farmanne
???


"There. I think I stabilized you enough...Not sure if I was supposed to heal you but I did it anyway...."
Link's vision cleared and he saw a woman looking down at him.
She was young, most likely a few years old then him. She didn't appear to be that tall, was wearing a red shirt with a roaring golden lion on it, blue leggings, some sort of white footwear and her clothes were torn and covered with blood and dirt. She was also covered in various wounds.
"Nice of you to join me. I'll give you a minute to get your bearings. I'm not sure where we are..."

The woman got up and walked away a bit, obviously trying to figure out where they were.
Link half listened to her as he tried to wake up.
"We're in a park somewhere, I know that much, am I still on Earth? Maybe. If not, then where..."
Was Earth another realm? it had to be. Link made a mental note to ask about this 'Earth' later and got up, checked his gear, then walked over to the woman.
"You...said you healed me?"
"Yeah. You want to see something?"
Link gazed at the woman with confusion, then nodded slightly.
Suddenly, the woman flicked her wrists and twin blue flames appeared, one resting in each hand.
Link's eyes widened.
"You can perform magic?"
The woman grinned and somehow the blue flames grew higher, though they didn't seem to hurt her.
"Yeah. I can. I used healing magic to heal you."
She then flicked her wrists again and the flames were gone.

"...What's your name?"
"Call me Madison Goodwill, but you can call me Madi for short if you want."
"Lincoln Faremanne, Link for short."
"Nice to meet you, Link."
"Same to you, Madi."
With the name introductions over with, the two got to talking about where they were from, how old they were, and what they had been doing before they had been thrown through rifts. After that, the talk turned to what they were going to do next.

"Well, we need to figure out where we are, why there appears to be other people from other worlds here, and-"
Madi stopped talking and her eyes widened as she noticed movement.
"Get down!" Madi pulled Link behind a bush and the two looked over the top of it.

There were strange creatures in the distance - along with a scary looking guy wearing some suit of armor.
"Interesting...."
A sound got Madi's attention and she glanced sideways, Link had drawn his sword for some reason, and it was glowing. In fact, it was glowing so brightly that it sort of hurt to look at for too long.
"Your...sword's glowing, does it normally do that?"

Link thought about it, then shook his head.
"No, it only does it when..."
He paused for a moment.
"There's demon's nearby."
"So we've got a demon infestation. Wonderful." Madi sighed and then stood up, then summoned her magic again with a flick of her wrists.
"Alright, I know that sword of yours is powerful without even seeing what it does, just stick close it me."
Link nodded and followed Madi towards the creatures in the distance.
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Father Knows Best State

Postby Lessoni » Sat May 25, 2019 7:25 pm

Doomslayer

The Doomslayer had been running through the lower level demons with little effort, breaking the hordes with hot lead. Only imps were showing up, none of the bigger fare like summoners or Hell Razers. Still, gift horse in the mouth and all that. But then a pair of civvies showed up, and they were only kids. A recipe for disaster around demons.

Upon seeing them, he found an objective to protect. Time for him to do what he came to do. Throwing himself in front of a ball of plasma that had been flying towards the kids, he began pouring bullets into the oncoming rush of demons, at least 15. Not too many, not at all. He gestured for the two to stay behind him as he kept the demons from encircling them.

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Postby Skylus » Sat May 25, 2019 8:00 pm

Madi put up a shield ward, surrounding herself, Link, and the unnamed gun dude in a see through blue magical shield. They were protected, though they could still fight if they wanted to.
The sound of gunfire grew quieter, to protect their hearing, Madi watched the exchange for a bit before she got an idea.
It was an insane idea, but it was one nonetheless.
"Link. I know we haven't known each other for five minutes, but I need you to trust me."
"...Do you need me to do something?"
"Yeah. I need you to hand me your sword."

A few moments later, something left the shield and hit a demon, then another, then one more, two more, until the on fire object became a ricocheting weapon of death. And then the Master Sword was called back to the shield, and it landed with a dull thud in Madi's waiting hand.
"...That went better than I expected."
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Postby Lessoni » Sat May 25, 2019 8:16 pm

Doomslayer

Damn. These kids could handle themselves. The sword trick was quite nice, if he did say so himself. But the demons kept coming; the gore nest was active, and demons kept on coming. Worse still, bigger fare was coming through. These kids could handle imps well, but reapers and cacodemons? Different story. He leaped out of the shield, blasting a reaper that had emerged to bits. It seemed to be the only one, but if this thing didn't close soon, a baron would get through, and he wasn't sure he could keep a baron off the shield along with the rest of the demons. That was the issue with having other people along; they needed protection he couldn't always give.

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First collab of this RP! Between me and Lessoni

Postby Skylus » Sat May 25, 2019 8:58 pm

The Slayer's fears had come true; a big guy was coming through, a baron. There was no way a kid could take on a baron, sword or not, so looks like he had a brawl on his hands. As he dashed towards the towering red demon, he jumped and unloaded a shotgun blast in its head. As he landed, he saw a mancubus fire its blasters at the shield. Ah well, nothing he could do about it. This baron needed killed, and he was the one to kill it.

When the thing hit the shield, it somehow phased through it. Madi didn't have time to stare at the thing, because it roared and charged her.
In a matter of seconds, she handed the Master Sword to Link, told him to go blow up where the demons were coming from, made sure he got to safety - or as safe as he could get right now - and then, in a matter of two seconds, summoned her magic and slammed Incendio into the creature's stomach.

And the mancubus was about to eviscerate the kid. Great, that was another thing to weigh on what little conscience he had left. But, what's this? She'd set the damn thing on fire. How she did it, he didn't care. What mattered is she did do it, and she might just live. And the other kid... he was rushing the nest. He was crazy, for sure. Smashing the skull of the baron in, he jumped towards the kide, picking him up and carrying towards the nest. He must've had a plan to destroy. At least, the Slayer hoped he did, or they might be in trouble.

Link was very unused to what was currently happening, but he figured he might as well go along with whatever plan the demon-slayer had in mind.
Then again, what if the man was counting on him?
Bombs. They could work. But how many? I don't want to destroy anything else, just where these demons are coming from. I suppose it's trial and error, then...I wonder if Madi knows restoration magic?
When the two got close enough, Link took out five bombs, and tosses them towards the gore nest. He saw the shield somehow come down between them and the nest and realized that whatever happened, the two of them would be safe.
But what about Madi?

As the gore nest exploded in a burst of blood and viscera, the Doomslayer realized he loved kids, especially ones with bombs. But speaking of kids... well, the one seemed to be holding her own against the mancubus. Setting down the one he was holding, the Slayer cleaned up what imps remained in a storm of steel. But he saw that the girl seemed to be doing just fine. Still, he'd jump in when he needed to.
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Corrupt Dictatorship

Postby Nuxipal » Sat May 25, 2019 10:00 pm

Vizu Kanaxi
Vicinity of Yu Dao, 101 AG


Life was different now that the war had ended. Men were returning from the front, and most importantly, men were not returning. Many families waited months without word of if their sons, husbands, or fathers would return. For Vizu, her twin brother, Kuzon, had gone off to serve in the infantry. A skilled Firebender, but none-the-less, a colonial recruit. For weeks she and her mother waited. Eventually no more returning soldiers. Her father had died in the army a decade before, now her brother did not return either. They held a private funeral for him at the family grave site, a few miles outside of the town.

With her, Vizu had her pet Fire Ferret, Lily, which her brother had gotten for her as a companion for while he was away. Now, it was just Vizu, her mother, and Lily walking slowly past family graves dating back just over one hundred years at this point. Coming to the space that would be reserved for Vizu and the space beyond, for Kuzon. No grave would need to be dug, there was no body to bury. Instead with tears in their eyes, the mother and sister of the fallen warrior, lost on the battlefield wept as the mother spoke aloud.

"My son, wherever you may be: may your soul rest. Your father would have been proud of the choice you made and of the sacrifices it required. Thank you." She fell into uncontrollable weeping as Vizu put her hand gently to the ground. With tears in her eyes she remembered her brother and raised the tombstone. In her grief, she had little control over her power. The stone rose and heated, melting as it went before she was able to calm her self enough to form the lava into a solid marker for her brother's grave. She used her bending to carve his name and date of birth and today's date into the stone itself. As she stood the earth shook. She felt it before her mother, as was the nature of her bending. She looked around quickly and sighed in relief. They were far enough away from Yu Dao's buildings to be safe from any falling debris.

Z-City, Present Day

It was then that a flaming pile of metal fell to the ground near her and in less than a moment, the quiet graveyard had turned into an urban wasteland. Metal and stone structures as high as the skies themselves. In the distance, the familiar walls of Yu Dao remained, their quiet harbor reduced to a large pond. It seems fortunate that the area directly around the town had been some kind of park before. Who knows the kind of damage two cities clashing into one another would do. Grabbing her mother's hand and pulling towards the safety of the town, whose bells were ringing to call its defenders to their posts, Vizu hurried creating a sort of stone sled propelled atop a lava slick. Chaos reigned around them as her mother was able to get inside and Vizu used her earthbending to lift herself to the top of the walls to get a better view of everything happening.




Sarissa Theris
Andromeda Initiative Offices, Earth, 2185


Sarissa had come to Earth alone to officially sign up for the initiative. She had already verbally agreed to be Pathfinder Ishara's second and had begun training a new batch of Asari Commando Recruits for the mission. High Quality Weapons, Advanced Armors; the Initiative had it all. Sarissa was impressed, for a human company they really kept ahead of the game when it came to technology. However, she knew the six hundred year voyage would see them lose any edge they had back in the Milky Way, perhaps they would be ahead of the game when they arrived. So many things were running through her head as she spoke to the receptionist.

"An Asari, on Earth? Why didn't you just sign up on Thessia? We have an office there too." the receptionist said, with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Clearly this was not one of the first wave colonists working for the Initiative and had no idea what was going on. "Director Garson is expecting me. I am to be Pathfinder Ishara's second and require an 'official' interview by the Initiative Director."

The Receptionist seemed confused, but pressed a button on her omni-tool to open the doors for the Commando. "Alright, whatever. Just don't blast any holes in the wall when she asks you the same thing."

Surely there wouldn't be any problems, Sarissa had already spoken to Director Garson several times and was reassured that this was one part formality and one part celebration. She would even see one of her old Commando buddies, the Human Cora Harper. As the elevator is reaching close to the floor she needed, an enormous earthquake happens. She sees the city below her buckle as if a wave was moving under the ground only for a secondary shockwave to expand from the city center with a flash of light. Moments later, she felt herself falling, the elevator's windows had shattered and the building itself seems to have nearly vaporized from whatever had just happened.

Z-City, Present Day

Righting herself with her biotics and softening her landing, Sarissa looked around. The city had changed drastically. Either the Earthquake was worse than she thought, or there were strange buildings, none of which looked modern, all around. She cursed as she saw what was probably local security forces approaching her, she could hear in the distance the gunfire and that did not bode well. She sighed in relief when her extranet connection returned and started trying to gather information. Despite most of the city being altered or destroyed, it seems the extranet towers were still active for now. They also had access to another section which was referred to as the Internet. A crude system, but it could prove useful. For now, she saw the two men say something quietly to one another before one said, "Just kill the creature. There have been too many accidents with strange beings already!"

They brought up their weapons and Sarissa raised her hand instinctively. Being within two meters of each other, they both lifted into the air as a blue haze appeared around them giving them the feeling of weightlessness. Firing their guns wildly for a moment Sarissa slammed her hand downwards and sickening cracks confirmed that these men were unshielded and unarmored. Looking around, Sarissa quickly got off the street. She kept her weapons stowed for now, no reason to further antagonize anyone she met. She made her way through the buildings towards what the internet map claimed should be a park. Instead, a towering medieval wall stood in her path. It clearly didn't match the architecture of the surrounding area and there seemed to be panicked shouting from within. She used a nearby building's stairwell to reach a level above the wall and jumped out of it landing on the walls gently using her biotics to control her fall.

Instead of guns, the people were equipped with bows, spears, and strangely enough, floating rocks. They weren't attacking, they looked scared and nervous. She spoke to them, hoping that her translators worked still. "I am Sarissa Theris, Asari Commando and second to Pathfinder Ishara. Does anyone here know what is happening or has any kind of comm network set up?"

She received a few strange looks, realizing that they may not have understood half of what she just said, she reiterates, "I mean no harm. I am just trying to find my people in this mess." To that, a young girl walked forwards. A black orb of rock floated near her fist, which was clenched tightly. On her shoulder, a small red animal tried to hide in her vestments.

Vizu and Sarissa
Z-City, Present Day


The conversation was long and confusing, but they soon understood one another well enough. "You mean to tell me, you don't have a single gun." Shaking her head, Vizu replied calmly, "Until you showed me those," indicating the Asari's weapons, "I had never head of a gun before. We have fought back several people with similar looking guns, and they all seemed to feel confident about attacking until they were attacked with fire and earth." She indicated the area beyond the main gate where scorch marks and large over turned portions of earth stood in jagged fashion.

"We need to find out what happened. Your town cannot stay here forever. It will be overwhelmed by the looters and criminals before any government can assert control over the area. You seem resourceful enough, Vizu." Smiling at the compliment, Vizu thanks Sarissa as she continues, "I can't do this alone, I already came across what seemed like uniformed police forces only to be attacked. I need someone who is human to assist me, can you help me?"

Thinking for only a few moments, Vizu nods in agreement, "I will. My mother is here and is the last of my family remaining. I need to keep her and Yu Dao safe." The pair say their goodbyes and exit through the main gate heading into Z-City to try and find answers.

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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Endem » Sun May 26, 2019 3:29 am

Blue Beetle

Flying over New Mexico was fun and all, but pretty damn boring, nothing was really going on here... Jaime expected at least something to happen this night... When a giant city appeared out of nowhere. Jaime stopped and decided to inspect what the hell was going on with his city. While flying over it he saw a bunch of people fighting, something... Jaime decided to check what was it and maybe help. He flew near them, hovering a little bit over the ground

"Okay you people, what's going on"

Diomedes

Fighting in the Trojan war was one thing, but when a giant city appeared out of nowhere most of both Greek and Trojan armies seriously panicked. Some ran into the city, some, how far away they could. Diomedes was one of the people that ran into the city. Weird glass spires everywhere, he soon enough found himself in a spot of green, sitting under a tree, holding his head and shouting words in ancient Greek that meant one thing, Help!
The little bird whistled to my ear
Blow on the wind
I blew into the wind stronger than i could
Wind packed a punch into my chest
~ me trying to make something fun for signature circa. 1 a.m
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Studying biology, but otherwise pretty accurate

Jeff and John, episode 3: John- Jeff! Jeff- Yes John? John- cactuses, what do you want to do about them, they are all over this house Jeff- I see no cactuses

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Knights Mare Nostrum
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Postby Knights Mare Nostrum » Sun May 26, 2019 3:50 am

Meanwhile, walking around the city, nearby the park.

"...So, let me get this straight. You, a little 19 year old from Korealand, have been fighting off these little sentient robots inside that giant fucking mech for over a year, and suddenly there's this black guy with a giant robot arm who tries to kill you, and suddenly everything is sucked into this giant fucking light and now here we both are." Avtomat said, spinning his baseball bat around.

"Yup, that pretty much sums it up." Hana said, sighing as she looked at a photo she carried around with her, showcasing her with the Overwatch crew. "I miss the guys back in Overwatch. They were pretty cool. Genji, McCree, Jack... they were all pretty good soldiers in their time."

"What happened?" Avtomat asked in curiosity.

"Well, two of the big guys had a big fallout after Overwatch collapsed... one ended up being a vigilante, the other a terrorist. We all went our seperate ways... But then not too long ago, I got a call from Winston. He said he wanted us to reunite, and I was thrilled, but... I guess we're stuck here." D.Va said in sorrow, Avtomat going over to comfort her.

"It's okay, I am sure there is way out of this. I mean, back home, I have lots of friends and family who miss me. Babushka's probably going to have one less Grzegorz to eat her kompot, Vadim is probably raiding the fridge... blyat, Vadim was always piece of shit neighbour. He sneaks into your house, steals your food, drinks his stupid fake vodka and using same pot, dirty suka." Avtomat said, before hearing the commotion in the park.

"What do you think's going on over there?" D.Va asked.

"I do not know. Probably gunfight. Probably just average party thrown by Serbians. Who knows?" Avtomat said. D.Va kept a straight face for a moment, but curiosity got the best of her.

"You know what? I'm gonna check it out. We'll probably find someone who can help us." D.Va said, keeping her laser pistol by her side as Avtmoat ran over beside her.

"Wait for me!" He called out, following her to the park, and when they arrive, they saw the 9-foot-demon being engaged by several strangers, D.Va aiming her light gun while Avtomat jumped back, crawling backwards as he pulled out his baseball bat.
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The Knights of Mare Nostrum are an order formed in 1189 centered around islands in the Mediterranean after the Knights Hospitaller and Templar merged, along with the integration of other knightly orders, serving as a militarized Papal State which utilises what is essentially the Christian version of Sharia law.
BREAKING NEWS: A tragic terrorist attack in Vatican City has taken the lives of 180+, including our very own Pope Francis. Sources are claiming the perpetrators were doing so on behalf of Skyhooked in some sort of action against the Knights. The Grandmaster is considering a crusade in retaliation, and denizens with any sort of connections to Skyhooked in Nostrumic territory are being put in internment camps on St. Helena and Ascension Island.

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Lessoni
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Postby Lessoni » Sun May 26, 2019 7:53 am

Doomslayer

Ah, what the hell. Another kid showed up? At least she had an actual gun, though a pistol that size wouldn't do much against a mancubus. The man, on the other hand, had a... yup, that was a baseball bat. Could no one around here pack a proper weapon? It really wasn't that hard. He had two of them right now. Well, looks like he'd have to tale care of this demon now, cause there was no way he was risking 4 people leaving it alive, especially considering one of them hadn't appeared to hit puberty yet.

Taking a leap, the Doomslayer shoved his shotgun in the demon's oversized maw, pulling the trigger and opening up it's skull for the whole world to see. Well, maybe not the whole world, but you get the idea. With the demon taken care of, he grabbed the girl and pulled her out of harms way. These things had a tendency to let out some plasma when killed, but he doubted she knew that.

With the demons mostly dead or scattered, the Doomslayer turned to the four assembled people. 3 kids, and a man in a tracksuit. He also carried a slight scent of... yeah that was vodka. Well, they weren't exactly a UAC assault team, but they all seemed capable warriors in their own right. But he had a difficult decision to make. To address them, he'd need to take off his helmet... screw it, what could go wrong? He wrenched the helmet off his head, feeling air on his skin for the first time in quite a while. With that, he turned and spoke to the assembled group.

"Names, everyone."

Short and simple, just how he liked it.

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Postby DeltaSource » Sun May 26, 2019 8:29 am

Bakura
He had lost his flight because someone else had apparently booked it at the same exact time and had arrived apparently a few minuets before him, he wouldn't get another flight for a few hours. He made sure all the Millennium Items were where they belonged with the ring. "Now, has anything of interest shown up?" The prongs point everywhere confused before settling on the park not too far from the airport. He made his way there to see a group of people. *Better play innocent.* he thinks to himself. He walks near enough to them to hear what they are saying but doesn't ake eye contact or even acknowledge their presence at the moment. One person seemed to be asking for names.
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Postby Autocosm » Sun May 26, 2019 10:35 am

Archprophetess Fujiwa Shinonono
Autocosm


Somewhere out in the vast darkness of a higher dimension of space, there was a black metal moon that glittered with faint blue lights. To non/primitive-FTL species and civilizations, it looked like a rogue planet. But when one could take a closer look at the gigantic spherical space station, and as well as analyze it, this was no ordinary moon. This was Autocosm - a cybernetic moon once apart of a vast multi-dimensional empire eons before the Big Bang. Once an ubiquitous sight more than trillions to nonillion years ago, Autocosm now stood alone as it’s own self-sustaining world inhabited by a bloodsucking humanoid species called, Lamyan Vampires.

Their science, medicines, weapons, and most importantly, their physiology, anatomy, and appearances are unmistakably humanoid. They were a proud species, even if their once glorious empire was reduced to nothing but myth and legends. Across all dimensions and universes, the Lamyans left behind a legacy that shaped most sentient species across the multiverse, with one of them being their greatest curse and blessing of all. This was none other than humans - the very species that truly resembled the closest to Lamyans. But like any legacy, the child was not always going to be as legendary as their descendants or predecessors.

For Archprophetess Shinonono Fujiwa, she stood from a balcony of the Autocosmic Imperial Spire, overlooking the megacity landscape in pride and joy. From the outside, the Imperial Spire was a 310 story tall superstructure, taking on the appearance of a gigantic futuristic pagoda tower. The beautiful fusional of faith and technology have come together in the example of this very spire, symbolizing Autocosm’s identity as a culture and their ideologies. Wearing nothing but a black dress with black fingerless gloves and thigh-high toeless legwear, she was borderlining extreme formality and informality, especially since she was wearing no shoes/boots. She was the god-empress of both her people and Autocosm, retaining divine absolute right that made her greater than the state, the church, and practically everyone.

As the archprohetess, she was essentially the empress, the pope, and the generalissimo of Autocosm combined into one person. Since it the ascension to the throne is a female preference, next in line was Jujo Mito, the eldest daughter of the Jujo family; however, in case she was incapacitated or soon unfit to rule, there was archduke Ichinose Guren, the eldest son of the Ichinose family and Major General of the Autocosmic army. Both heirs were very reliable and reasonable choices, especially when the pair had won the duel against the competing couple, Hiragi Shinoa and Hyakuya Yuichiro. The Ichinose clan produced some of Autocosm’s best officers and commanders, while the Jujo clan produced some of Autocosm’s best law enforcement officers/agents/experts, peacekeepers, and lawyers - all together made for very solid and viable heirs to the throne in case Fujiwa was to die or resign.

Since her ascension to the throne (human year of May 1860), Fujiwa ruled like any other previous archprohphetess: maintaining autocracy, automation, and autonomy since the beginning of time. But what made Fujiwa unique was her pursuit in rediscovering lost technologies and research, hoping to understand the lost history of Autocosm. Traveling across the multiverse and beyond, her efforts to finding lost technologies finally paid off when scientist unearthed an ancient portal gate somewhere in dark space, far beyond the safety and lights of every galaxy out there. This was space that was dark enough to the point where light was completely useless, thus forcing Autocosm to rely on gravitational and spatial scanners for navigation. So when the day came to test a small replica in a lab, Fujiwa was glad to hear the news, and planned to teleport there shortly afterwards...

Except, when she did teleport and disappeared from the rooftop, she never arrived, having been caught in transit and wisked away somewhere out there...




Archprophetess Fujiwa Shinonono
City-Z


Suddenly materializing from digital data back to organic matter, Fujiwa was immediately confused. She didn’t need to look around much to figure out where she was located - an apparently desolate and war torn concrete city. It was very primitive given the materials and the layout of the city. The tallest structures she could see were 90 to 100 stories tall, which were tiny by comparison to the superstructures - stratoscrapers (structures that reached the stratosphere) and exoscrapers (structures that reached the exosphere) - of Autocosm. Quite frankly, the height of 200 to 300 stories was considered small for Autocosmic standards, with normal being 500 to 800 stories tall.

“Who uses roads anymore?” Fujiwa uttered to herself as she stood there looking around her, especially drawn by the sight of asphalt/concrete roads slithering its way through the city, “There are much more efficient means of transportation now these days.”

She immediately knew that she was no longer on Autocosm, both simply because she couldn’t teleport whatsoever, and there was the lack of cleanliness and familiarity with the environment. This place was far too filthy, and Fujiwa could feel and smell it all around her. The familiar stench of death was in the air, hanging very strongly like a swarm that just won’t go away. But if there was one thing that Fujiwa could smell among the chaos and destruction, blood was nearby. Most importantly, Fujiwa could hear people nearby; however, when she looked around and drew her sights upon a ‘T’ intersection, her hopes of seeing fellow Lamyans were slashed.

What she saw was undeniably humanoid indeed, but in just a second, she could tell that these were not Lamyan Vampires. These humanoids in the distances were short, averaging between 153cm to 183cm tall, and with some of those people being overweight. That concept of creatures being fat is only familiar in feral animals according to Fujiwa, otherwise baffling her to how humanoids could become obese. Whoever were these humanoids, she demanded answers ... that is if she could find a way to communicate with them. On the other hand, Fujiwa was going to need to blend into the crowd, thus taking one good glance at the humanoids from afar and swiftly chanted her attire.

Thanks to a cybernetic implant in her head, she could change into any clothing she sees and/or thinks to her imagination. In this case, after seeing a handful of female citizens from afar, she digitally changed into a dark blue long sleeve sweater (white sleeveless female shirt underneath), blue pants (denim pants), and black shoes (sneakers and black socks). Honestly, this was incredibly uncomfortable, especially the shoes. The shoes - which were actually sneakers - were more springy and bouncy than she thought, having never worn such foreign yet surprisingly humanoid footwear. The socks that were around her lower legs was a suffocating sensation - they were tight. Fortunately, after some minor calibrations, she was a bit more comfortable, but there was just one thing she just couldn’t accept...

“I will always hate footwear except if they’re boots.” Fujiwa - the archprohetess and the most powerful person of Autocosm - murmured to herself, all before she disappeared into an alleyway, moving out of sight to avoid suspicion. After all, her 213cm was very conspicuous compared to these humanoid primitives...

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Postby Morrallia » Sun May 26, 2019 11:49 am

    Charlie Currant
    City Z


    "A Wolf Out of Water"

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She had come to a park only a mile away from where she arrived. There seemed to be a small group already gathered there. They didn't "seem" hostile, yet there was no telling who was good and who was bad in a strange new world. While being a competent witch, Charlie dare not use her magic here. If the slightest misstep caused her to end up in an unknown place, it was wise to move in the aisle of caution regarding future magic use. Perhaps the local laws of physics were volatile to magic somehow?

She noticed a young boy with white hair near the group, but edging a proximity. He was being careful. Smart. She'd approach and follow suit, giving plenty of space between herself and the group, as well as herself and the boy--though the latter pair were somewhat closer compared to the former one. With that, it was time to eavesdrop, keep as low a profile as possible, and gather information (and a plan) from there.
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