Millennium City Arc 1: Hotel California

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A deep disabling pain feels your head as you wake up it's as if you got blacked out drunk the night before, you can barely remember what happened to you before. As you come to your senses greet with you the sensation of what felt like old, but at least clean sheets on a mattress filled with rusty springs. You look around, an old beige coloured motel room that inspired nothing but apathy. You could basically taste the washed out grandeur of the 80s coming trying to cling on.

But at least, you didn't seem alone.

ROOM 1 @Frozen Thyme @Gurt
You look at each other, you're resting with an unfamiliar woman in a king sized bed, but you're both above the bed sheets and fully dressed and/or armed. Looking around this looked like the premium room, if you could call a room in such a place premium. A big old box tv on a night stand, a wardrobe and a mini fridge. The light seemed to be on however. You even had two whole windows! Though they were both shut and painted with a mural of a sunny beach...

ROOM 2 @dark @Birb-With-Gun
You were in a two bed room, each with your own as if you were some sort of distant couple from the 50s or friends going a trip by yourselves. Either way, the tv stand with an in built record player was surely a one way ticket to Boogie town. Though it was strange how much empty space was in this room.

ROOM 3 @Sleek @Dylan.thomas7
This one was a single bed room, so the two unfamiliar men woke next to each other facing the other's feat as they shared the space on it. This seemed to be some sort of budget room for people on the road, maybe day to day salesmen? Looking around you had a painting door, left ajar to reveal a locked safe behind it. You also had a shut window with the sunny beach, but your was a lot more chipped.

ROOM 4 @Centurion @Arclight @marc122
A room with another set of two single beds, the Ackerman and the Finger found themselves tied up to the posts of said bed with rope, strung up in an X shape. The decour around this room was rather messed up as if a terrible fight happened in just before, but on the opposite wall set in-between the two beds sitting on a lounge chair was the assassin herself, rested up casually and a half drunken bottle of Jack Daniel.


Before any of you can say anything to each other however, you hear the sounds of a cacophony of joy and merrymaking mixed with the gory noises of flesh being ripped apart and bones breaking, making a most peculiar symphony to wake up to.

 

[Sleek]

Alex Mercer

Mercer blinked. Everything felt like he had been flashbanged. His head felt like it was splitting open, for what felt like the thousandth time. A look across showed another person, the pair arrayed as if arranged beforehand. The Blacklight infestation tried to recall how he got here. No success. He could remember the bright flash about the U.S.S. Reagan, the nuke going off offshore from Manhattan. Even stranger was that Mercer could recall re-forming on a boardwalk.

Why couldn't he remember?

This question, along with any other, was shoved aside for the moment. There would be time later to figure things out. With a quiet groan, the man would get to his feet, surveying the room. The sounds of violence and merrymaking didn't seem to phase him. Mercer's world was not one of any purity. However, it did mean that they were likely not in any place of safety. A quick glance was afforded to the stranger. For a second, the instinct to consume the man rose to Mercer's thoughts.

No. There was nothing to be gained from consuming him, yet. If they were in the same boat as he was, their memories wouldn't give Mercer any leverage. Instead, a question was asked, in a quiet tone.

"What's your name?"

Straight to the point, no nonsense. Mercer's eyes locked onto his unwitting compatriot, as he moved to the window, to get a view of the outside.

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[Birb-With-Gun]

Hank J. Wimbleton

Physical status:
New bulllet wounds, missing jaw? Classic Hank stuff

Mental status:
As Pissed as always after dying another time


Ah… darkness… something’s particular individual was all but used to already. He already done this rodeo before, get killed through some way that he didn’t see coming or was completely fucking unfair (fuck you Jebus for stopping him getting Sherif’s head the first time), but he was bound to wake up sooner or later. Didn’t make the pain from dying yet again any better. Being shot through the skull was definitely driving him insane, especially since it kept banging his head in like him bashing a grunt’s head into the wall… it just didn’t seem to go away.

Hopefully doc gets thing 1 and thing 2 to revive his ass or whoever the hell revived him the couple other times he died. And well, it seemed like Hank was finally getting what he wanted with his senses returning to him and the feeling of the clothes against his face and body was apparent. Well, what was he waiting for, let’s go kick the ass of whoever killed him… again! Moving ahead to jump onto the floor and expect to see the sights of the barren wasteland that is known as Nevada… Hank had fell down face first onto the ground immediately after his foot got caught on the metal bar at the end of the bed he woke up on.



Well, even though he was used to said pain, it didn’t make the situation any less embarrassing. From his position on the floor, laying completely on his book, he can already tell that he wasn’t outdoors. The crimson sky being replaced by a bland looking ceiling of a room. And continuing his observations, Hank merely raised his head and took a better look around the place, confirming that he was indeed in some sort of old looking room, probably a hotel judging by the bed behind him and tv stand with some sort of tape recorder. Ugh, seems like the place had been hit with the unfortunate case of the 60’s… or was it the 50’s?

Giving a sigh as he stood back up, Hank immediately went to check his pockets for anything of use. Inside his coat, was the familiar feeling of his mini uzis ready to make any poor sod into Swiss cheese along with a couple mags to reload them with. And looking back at the bed he had fallen off earlier, leaning against it was none other than his Dragon Sword. He didn’t remember bringing that with him, but at least whoever the one that had dropped him off here was either dumb enough to arm him with a weapon or smart enough to not have him go around messing up the place for one.

Makes the job easier. Moving ahead to grab the Dragon Sword and give it a good twirl, Hank leaned the weapon against his shoulder as he acknowledged the ‘elephant’ in the room. And by that, he meant the other bed with some sort of spiky haired man who clearly had some dressing issue. Seriously, what kind of convenience store he got that cheap lookin armor from. And it’s doesn’t even look like it can stop a bullet! Much less, the apparent lack of a helmet. Although he can respect the muscles a bit… at least that guy got some courtesy of getting more training than the normal grunts and agents back in Nevada.

Even with the present ‘threat’ in front of him, Hank could only pass it off as afterthought. They seem to be in here with him… along with the fact that they didn’t seem to be going after him right now. Well, for now, he could just continue looking all around the room, mostly for anything he can use to get out of here, like a door or a vent in the ceiling.

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Snow

The Japanese Assassin opened her eyes slowly, blinking rapidly, and hops to her feet. The room was in shambles and there appeared to be some other entities around. The area was possibly not safe for her but at least she had her sword at hand just in case. Killing the two tied up would not improve the situation and they are most likely in the same situation as herself. Besides cooperating would be the more efficient solution to getting out of here.

After a quick scan of the two restrained women they appeared of some sort of Asian ethnicity? Although it's just conjecture for now.

Snow looks hard at the door for a moment and then snaps back to the two tied up. The area is not as safe as she thought she was. Drawing her sword she cuts both of their restraints off and asks them in a quiet voice.

"What are your names? Speak quietly. Something is behind the locked door and doesn't seem to want us getting out of here."
Snow spoke quickly hoping not to alert anyone outside the door.

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Bardock

The Saiyan pushed the covers off him and blinked, holding his head, looking around letting his scouter do some of the work.

It's only then he notes a strange black suited man, something much unlike he'd seen before staring at him with whatever he was wearing on his eyes. Wonder what kind of outfit he expects to fight in like that?

Almost immediately, his scouter went off, a reading came on of the man.

"Tch, no info, huh? Typical."

Not only that, but several other energy readings were also around the building. Some small, some not readable.

The Saiyan was cautious. One, he had no idea where he was and how he arrived in this place. Two, he had no idea who the unlikely guy he woke up next to was.

"So, who the hell are you anyway?"

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Hank J. Wimbleton

Physical status:
New bulllet wounds, missing jaw? Classic Hank stuff

Mental status:
As Pissed as always after dying another time


Ah… darkness… something’s particular individual was all but used to already. He already done this rodeo before, get killed through some way that he didn’t see coming or was completely fucking unfair (fuck you Jebus for stopping him getting Sherif’s head the first time), but he was bound to wake up sooner or later. Didn’t make the pain from dying yet again any better. Being shot through the skull was definitely driving him insane, especially since it kept banging his head in like him bashing a grunt’s head into the wall… it just didn’t seem to go away.

Hopefully doc gets thing 1 and thing 2 to revive his ass or whoever the hell revived him the couple other times he died. And well, it seemed like Hank was finally getting what he wanted with his senses returning to him and the feeling of the clothes against his face and body was apparent. Well, what was he waiting for, let’s go kick the ass of whoever killed him… again! Moving ahead to jump onto the floor and expect to see the sights of the barren wasteland that is known as Nevada… Hank had fell down face first onto the ground immediately after his foot got caught on the metal bar at the end of the bed he woke up on.

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Well, even though he was used to said pain, it didn’t make the situation any less embarrassing. From his position on the floor, laying completely on his book, he can already tell that he wasn’t outdoors. The crimson sky being replaced by a bland looking ceiling of a room. And continuing his observations, Hank merely raised his head and took a better look around the place, confirming that he was indeed in some sort of old looking room, probably a hotel judging by the bed behind him and tv stand with some sort of tape recorder. Ugh, seems like the place had been hit with the unfortunate case of the 60’s… or was it the 50’s?

Giving a sigh as he stood back up, Hank immediately went to check his pockets for anything of use. Inside his coat, was the familiar feeling of his mini uzis ready to make any poor sod into Swiss cheese along with a couple mags to reload them with. And looking back at the bed he had fallen off earlier, leaning against it was none other than his Dragon Sword. He didn’t remember bringing that with him, but at least whoever the one that had dropped him off here was either dumb enough to arm him with a weapon or smart enough to not have him go around messing up the place for one.

Makes the job easier. Moving ahead to grab the Dragon Sword and give it a good twirl, Hank leaned the weapon against his shoulder as he acknowledged the ‘elephant’ in the room. And by that, he meant the other bed with some sort of spiky haired man who clearly had some dressing issue. Seriously, what kind of convenience store he got that cheap lookin armor from. And it’s doesn’t even look like it can stop a bullet! Much less, the apparent lack of a helmet. Although he can respect the muscles a bit… at least that guy got some courtesy of getting more training than the normal grunts and agents back in Nevada.

Even with the present ‘threat’ in front of him, Hank could only pass it off as afterthought. They seem to be in here with him… along with the fact that they didn’t seem to be going after him right now. Well, for now, he could just continue looking all around the room, mostly for anything he can use to get out of here, like a door or a vent in the ceiling.

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Bardock

The Saiyan pushed the covers off him and blinked, holding his head, looking around letting his scouter do some of the work.

It's only then he notes a strange black suited man, something much unlike he'd seen before staring at him with whatever he was wearing on his eyes. Wonder what kind of outfit he expects to fight in like that?

Almost immediately, his scouter went off, a reading came on of the man.

"Tch, no info, huh? Typical."

Not only that, but several other energy readings were also around the building. Some small, some not readable.

The Saiyan was cautious. One, he had no idea where he was and how he arrived in this place. Two, he had no idea who the unlikely guy he woke up next to was.

"So, who the hell are you anyway?"

@Birb-With-Gun​

The psychopathic mercenary gunman wouldn't be pressed to find a way out of this room. He could see a normal ventilation grate up above him, probably to make up for the lack of windows and the door itself. Going up to the door however it was looked, but a quick look around he could spot the single key in this room chilling on one of the night stands near the bed he fell out of. Though as he approached the door the familiar noises of mad cackling and some sort of gut wrenching flesh tearing was quite audible.

The saiyan warrior would find no luck with the scouter looking at the other man in the room with him, but luckily looking outside the scouter would detect the probably 5-6 dozen 5 power level signatures in the hall way and another 7 other people spread across the other rooms, who he would also get no power reading on like the man he was in the room with.

 

[Dylan.thomas7]

Arsène Lupin III
Location: Hotel Room | Interactions: Alex Mercer | Status: Healthy, confused.​

Twisting and turning, Lupin was out cold like a baby sleeping with the noises to boot. If it wasn't for the fact he fell off the bed as he frantically turned in his sleep and fell almost face-first onto the unwelcoming floor of this sickening room he would likely still be snoozing right now, the impact had him instantly awake and on alert just to find himself not immediate danger however the unfamiliar location he found himself in didn't scream safe and welcoming. Standing up properly and looking around the room didn't seem to answer any questions however Lupin only could've imagined what shenanigans went down during the time he lost his memory and arrived here, especially now that the waking man he shared a bed with that likely got disturbed by the loud clash of flesh and floor.

"Huh...?" he remarked in response to the man's weird question as he assumed he would've known what was going on "You can call me Lupin." he joyfully answered with a smile.

Of course, things that stood out about the sketchy room became obvious to Lupin after his short look around and that locked safe was doing a poor job at hiding itself amongst the other assorted junk laying around. After answering the weird hooded gentleman's question he walked toward the end of the room and began examining the safe further, taking out some weird equipment to begin to crack the safe. "You got a name?" he turned and politely asked before going back to working on the safe.

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Arsène Lupin III
Location: Hotel Room | Interactions: Alex Mercer | Status: Healthy, confused.​

Twisting and turning, Lupin was out cold like a baby sleeping with the noises to boot. If it wasn't for the fact he fell off the bed as he frantically turned in his sleep and fell almost face-first onto the unwelcoming floor of this sickening room he would likely still be snoozing right now, the impact had him instantly awake and on alert just to find himself not immediate danger however the unfamiliar location he found himself in didn't scream safe and welcoming. Standing up properly and looking around the room didn't seem to answer any questions however Lupin only could've imagined what shenanigans went down during the time he lost his memory and arrived here, especially now that the waking man he shared a bed with that likely got disturbed by the loud clash of flesh and floor.

"Huh...?" he remarked in response to the man's weird question as he assumed he would've known what was going on "You can call me Lupin." he joyfully answered with a smile.

Of course, things that stood out about the sketchy room became obvious to Lupin after his short look around and that locked safe was doing a poor job at hiding itself amongst the other assorted junk laying around. After answering the weird hooded gentleman's question he walked toward the end of the room and began examining the safe further, taking out some weird equipment to begin to crack the safe. "You got a name?" he turned and politely asked before going back to working on the safe.

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Alex Mercer

Mercer blinked. Everything felt like he had been flashbanged. His head felt like it was splitting open, for what felt like the thousandth time. A look across showed another person, the pair arrayed as if arranged beforehand. The Blacklight infestation tried to recall how he got here. No success. He could remember the bright flash about the U.S.S. Reagan, the nuke going off offshore from Manhattan. Even stranger was that Mercer could recall re-forming on a boardwalk.

Why couldn't he remember?

This question, along with any other, was shoved aside for the moment. There would be time later to figure things out. With a quiet groan, the man would get to his feet, surveying the room. The sounds of violence and merrymaking didn't seem to phase him. Mercer's world was not one of any purity. However, it did mean that they were likely not in any place of safety. A quick glance was afforded to the stranger. For a second, the instinct to consume the man rose to Mercer's thoughts.

No. There was nothing to be gained from consuming him, yet. If they were in the same boat as he was, their memories wouldn't give Mercer any leverage. Instead, a question was asked, in a quiet tone.

"What's your name?"

Straight to the point, no nonsense. Mercer's eyes locked onto his unwitting compatriot, as he moved to the window, to get a view of the outside.

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This safe was strangely built in a cartoonish fashion, almost as if a caricature but even so as the world's greatest thief approached it with his trusty set of tools it wasn't something that would even bother him, a safe in a wall it's not fighting nazis from harnessing the technology of an ancient civilisation.

Strangely as he worked on it however despite probably being able to open within moments, so force beyond his understanding made him wait a whole 4 seconds as a half circle appeared before him, slowly being filled before the safe opened all on it's own.

HOLY JACKPOT, IT'S FULL WITH GOLD BARS! 11 exactly.

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[Sleek]

Alex Mercer

Well, it was a start, Mercer reasoned. Asking for his own name would give the walking bioweapon pause. If he knew who Mercer was.....
The thought was banished before it could continue. Regardless of whether or not he knew, he was just a man. A thief, more specifically. Even in his more vulnerable state, it didn't seem like a risk to Mercer.

"My name is Alex....Mercer."

The human instinct to add a polite nicety such as "pleased to meet you" died in his throat before it made sound. If who he was before didn't bother, it didn't stand to think he should either. Instead, he'd look out the window for a moment longer, before turning to what Lupin was doing. The little safe, straight from one of the cartoons he remembered watching with his sister, Dana, was cracked open. Eleven gold bars, in all of their shining rarity.

"Do you remember how you got here?"

Mercer asked in a quiet tone, as he approached the door to the hallway. If the man was in similar straits it was unlikely, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't share. Worth a shot, still. Even as Mercer waited for a response, he'd put an eye to the peephole most of these motel room doors had. Barring the existence of such a thing, Mercer would put an ear to the door, listening to see if whatever was causing the ruckus was also inside with them.

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[Birb-With-Gun]

Hank J. Wimbleton

Physical status:
As ok as Hank can be

Mental status:
“Great… I’m dealing with monkey brain over here.”


Within Hank’s process of finding an exit to this place, he didn’t have to search for long with two potential exits right in front of him, a vent on the ceiling which would require some jumping to get into and the very door in question. He didn’t need to be a genius to figure out where to go from now. Walking up to the door, while he did note the sounds of what appears to be some lads havin fun on the other side of the door, he wasn’t disturbed as one should have been normally. Hank was used to murder and stuff before, and way more madness as well. Not like a lil combat behind the door was gonna scare him off.

Although what did ‘scare’ him off, was the door in question being locked. Great… looks like he’ll be making another entrance. Just before he raised his leg to kick the door in, his ‘roommate’ finally woke up from their beauty sleep and spoke out, aiming their question of who the hell he was directly at Hank. Turning around to face the Sayian warrior, Hank just rose a eyebrow underneath the glow red goggles as he question what kind of drugs spiky was on. Out of all the things he could have asked, like, ‘where are we’, or ‘you know what’s going out there’, they started out with a overused question in these kinds of situations. Hank did his research after all… if the research was some old movies that 2BDamned had available within their hideout and being one of the few ways of getting entertainment other than killing.

Only shrugging his shoulders, Hank focused on the answering question at hand… well, answering in his own way. “How about you try again and answer a actual question fitting this situation. Like, ‘where the hell am I’, or, ‘Why am I in some random room with this guy’… not like I got the answers to them, but it’s better than that crappy question. So… how about we actually do something worth our time…” Hank said, taking notice of the key nearby the bed he woke up on earlier. Moving ahead to pick it up, Hank continued with “… we figure out how to get out of this place, who brought us here, and if you are still alive at the end, I’ll tell ya my name. Easy as that. Oh, and I already got a nickname for you, Spiky, so don’t bother with yours.” As Hank went ahead towards the door.

You know, when he thinks more about it, pretty weird that the guy looked very different than most folk in Nevada. Usually they have crosses for a face instead of eyes, the only ones he knew back in Nevada who had one was that holy-stick-in-his-ass Jeb and good ole Audie. That and everyone had grey colored skin instead of whatever light color that was… but he wasn’t one to think too much about things for now. He has a ‘date’ to attend to with the ones behind this very door, and he can’t keep ‘em waiting for too long. Moving to put the key into the door, Hank just up and opened the door, making no motion to remain quiet. Although he did make sure to look left and right as he exited the room… don’t wanna get ambushed now.

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Alex Mercer

Well, it was a start, Mercer reasoned. Asking for his own name would give the walking bioweapon pause. If he knew who Mercer was.....
The thought was banished before it could continue. Regardless of whether or not he knew, he was just a man. A thief, more specifically. Even in his more vulnerable state, it didn't seem like a risk to Mercer.

"My name is Alex....Mercer."

The human instinct to add a polite nicety such as "pleased to meet you" died in his throat before it made sound. If who he was before didn't bother, it didn't stand to think he should either. Instead, he'd look out the window for a moment longer, before turning to what Lupin was doing. The little safe, straight from one of the cartoons he remembered watching with his sister, Dana, was cracked open. Eleven gold bars, in all of their shining rarity.

"Do you remember how you got here?"

Mercer asked in a quiet tone, as he approached the door to the hallway. If the man was in similar straits it was unlikely, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't share. Worth a shot, still. Even as Mercer waited for a response, he'd put an eye to the peephole most of these motel room doors had. Barring the existence of such a thing, Mercer would put an ear to the door, listening to see if whatever was causing the ruckus was also inside with them.

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Staring out of the peephole he would be greeted by a ridiculous sight. 3 guys, with cross shaped red rashes on their faces laughing maniacally. If that wasn't weird enough, one of them was playing with the exposed ribs of another with the forearms of the third guy like it was some sort of sick Xylophone. This was of course, while all of them were alive, bleeding to paint the beige corridor red and still finding all of this extremely hilarious.

They weren't the only people in the corridor, just in the peep hole he could see at least a dozen such crossed people.


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Hank J. Wimbleton

Physical status:
As ok as Hank can be

Mental status:
“Great… I’m dealing with monkey brain over here.”


Within Hank’s process of finding an exit to this place, he didn’t have to search for long with two potential exits right in front of him, a vent on the ceiling which would require some jumping to get into and the very door in question. He didn’t need to be a genius to figure out where to go from now. Walking up to the door, while he did note the sounds of what appears to be some lads havin fun on the other side of the door, he wasn’t disturbed as one should have been normally. Hank was used to murder and stuff before, and way more madness as well. Not like a lil combat behind the door was gonna scare him off.

Although what did ‘scare’ him off, was the door in question being locked. Great… looks like he’ll be making another entrance. Just before he raised his leg to kick the door in, his ‘roommate’ finally woke up from their beauty sleep and spoke out, aiming their question of who the hell he was directly at Hank. Turning around to face the Sayian warrior, Hank just rose a eyebrow underneath the glow red goggles as he question what kind of drugs spiky was on. Out of all the things he could have asked, like, ‘where are we’, or ‘you know what’s going out there’, they started out with a overused question in these kinds of situations. Hank did his research after all… if the research was some old movies that 2BDamned had available within their hideout and being one of the few ways of getting entertainment other than killing.

Only shrugging his shoulders, Hank focused on the answering question at hand… well, answering in his own way. “How about you try again and answer a actual question fitting this situation. Like, ‘where the hell am I’, or, ‘Why am I in some random room with this guy’… not like I got the answers to them, but it’s better than that crappy question. So… how about we actually do something worth our time…” Hank said, taking notice of the key nearby the bed he woke up on earlier. Moving ahead to pick it up, Hank continued with “… we figure out how to get out of this place, who brought us here, and if you are still alive at the end, I’ll tell ya my name. Easy as that. Oh, and I already got a nickname for you, Spiky, so don’t bother with yours.” As Hank went ahead towards the door.

You know, when he thinks more about it, pretty weird that the guy looked very different than most folk in Nevada. Usually they have crosses for a face instead of eyes, the only ones he knew back in Nevada who had one was that holy-stick-in-his-ass Jeb and good ole Audie. That and everyone had grey colored skin instead of whatever light color that was… but he wasn’t one to think too much about things for now. He has a ‘date’ to attend to with the ones behind this very door, and he can’t keep ‘em waiting for too long. Moving to put the key into the door, Hank just up and opened the door, making no motion to remain quiet. Although he did make sure to look left and right as he exited the room… don’t wanna get ambushed now.

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Hank would walk towards the nightstand that the revealed key was on and he would be greeted by a minor head bang, as if he just walked into an invisible wall. Investigating it would appear as if a reverse Mime wall appeared and was present around the nightstand and filling the space of the unassuming large empty space in the room.

 

[marc122]

"Did the first capture attempt fail?"

"I--It did! Switch to Plan B!"

The last words Mikasa would hear from her friends.

Two Scout Regiment members standing in disbelief, far down the hallway where she, Eren, and Armin were. They had just received terrible news that the capture had failed. A hallway lit with torches in parallel with each other, helped by a light shining just above the three friends, through an opening.

The last sight of the world she had been born to.

A gasp. Rocks suddenly crumbling as though something had crashed through.

The last sounds she would hear before all went to black.

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Mikasa Ackermann

Mikasa jolted awake with a sudden gasp. Her hands flung forward, but were stopped abruptly in their path by the stranglehold of the rope around her arms. But briefly, she couldn't care less; rather, she was panicking, struggling against the ropes tying her and someone else to a bed. She had to find her friends, pronto.

"E--Eren?! Armin?!"

There was not even time to scream; Mikasa, before she even knew it, had been crushed under the weight of the Female Titan's wrath.

But wait, she wondered. If she was, wouldn't she be somewhere else..?

There was no telling what had happened between when she was in that tunnel and now. From what she could recall, Annie had just been outed as...

Oh, that bastard Annie.

She tried to take Eren once. It wouldn't be a surprise for her to take one of his friends instead, and she just so happened to be the perfect victim. After all, Annie would've wanted to ensure Eren was at his most vulnerable before swooping in to kidnap him and whisk him away where she and Armin would never see him again.

And so, this was the theory she had settled on for now. If she were to face Annie again, she would spare no time taking care of her.

The second biggest mystery: who were they? There was the other tied-up woman with a long skirt, a jacket, and a red armband, then there was the girl who dressed rather weird, carrying a similarly strange-looking sword...who then proceeded to free them both. Not even a word in, even as Mikasa was about to worry for her life, and already was she making her feelings clear.

If it wasn't apparent enough that nobody wanted to be here, this would be it.

Although still a little shaken, Mikasa promptly got off the bed as though she had been fully rested. When the mysterious woman asked for the group's names, she took a deep breath. She performed the Scout Regiment salute with her right hand near her left shoulder and her left forearm behind her back.

"It's Mikasa," she said softly.

Afterwards, she would then grab the two handles on the sides of her Omni-Directional Maneuver Gear and pull them out, blades attached.

"We'll have to plan accordingly for what's out there. Simply charging forward would not do us a favor."

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[Arclight]

Snow
Great. It would appear that she wasn't stuck with Charlie Chaplin.

"I'm sure you've read the situation right, Mikasa? None of us want to be here and possibly unlike you two I'm on a 48hr timer before I seize up."

Snow explained bluntly retaining her hushed tone.

"I believe we should all cooperate. You could be my greatest enemy but I'll have to work with you to get out."

The Kimono woman continued to relay quickly and quietly before moving away from the beds and standing in front of the door. She stares hard at it for a moment, putting her hand on her sword, but then turns back to the two on the beds speaking softly again.

"There are many outside the door. Door is locked. I can get all three in one stab but there are many more. There are two options here we could charge through the door, I could get around three in one stab. Although we'd also simultaneously alert the many other entities in the hallway. So I agree with your proposal of a more discreet option."

The assassin denoted scanning the room for any ventilation shafts. The two she were stuck with were very strange. One had some sort of apparatus with swords. It looked really strange and clunky; Snow could not dream of ever wearing such a device. To make matters worse the other one was unarmed. Just great.

"In case we choose the former violent option. You wouldn't happen to have any explosives would you? You seem the military type."

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[Dylan.thomas7]

Arsène Lupin III
Location: Hotel Room | Interactions: Alex Mercer | Status: Healthy, confused.​

"Alex Mercer, cool name. It's unfortunate we met in such circumstances" he looks around the room with disgust plastered across his face.

"And there we have it," Lupin smuggling remarked just before the cartoon safe opened to reveal its secrets, 11 shiny gold bars staring directly at him as Lupin stares back with a childish grin starting from one ear and ending at the other with twinkling stars in his eyes. "Yahoo! I just scored big" he proudly exclaimed to only himself and the other person in the room as he crossed his legs to sit on the dirt ridden floor next to the safe, eagerly snatching one of the gold bars and placing it on his lap as he reveals a magnifying tool from his jacket pocket which he uses to examine the authenticity and markings of the gold bar.

Alex's question served to enforce the narrative that him and Lupin were just as clueless as each other, Lupin could sit down and try to narrow down the possible answers out of the infinite that exist but he surely wouldn't get any closer to the answer. "Not a clue," he said bluntly as he shrugged his shoulders "You see anything from that peephole?"

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[Sleek]

Alex Mercer

In response to Lupin's question, Mercer would just continue to watch the hallway for a second. There were a few doors down the hallway, but he figured he would probably be better off grabbing lupin and just bailing. Hell, he could bust out of the window, and get into a more open space. Of course, that idea died as quick as it came. Lupin was a regular-looking person. He'd likely get shredded to ribbons if Mercer tried to bust through the window, and if he was unarmed, anything like what was in the hallway would probably kill him.

"Something to kill. There's....twelve or so of them in the hallway. Men, torn up and still moving. They don't look friendly."

Mercer would back away from the door. He didn't need any of his self-evolved powers for this. Innate strength and speed would serve him enough to crush the walking corpses in the hallway, and add their biomass to his own. With a glance over his shoulder, he'd warn Lupin.

"Stay behind me. If you have a weapon, watch my back."

They didn't have time to play around, was the driving thought behind the walking repository of biomass' actions. With a lowered shoulder, and a few bounding steps, Mercer would ram into the door. Hopefully he'd either fling it open and catch the first few enemies unaware, or rip the door off completely and hit them with it.

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[Goonfire]

Hana Tsu-Vachel
Hana was slow to wake, relative to others in this hotel. She was, however, quick to notice she wasn’t alone. Her head turned to stare at the stranger next to her. The realization that this wasn’t Rain Qin snapped into her mind and she leapt up. “What the hell...? Hey, wake the fuck up,” she demanded, jostling the bed violently to wake this woman.

There was a commotion outside—complete with guttural noises to which Hana was no stranger. Her eyes narrowed. ‘Great, plunged into hell already,’ she thought as she drew a pair of compact handguns. The mercenary seemed gung-ho about leaping into action, but one problem killed that energy in the poorest of ways: the lock. “Really?”Hana muttered in frustration. “What hack makes you use a key to get out of your room?”

Come to think of it, this whole room seemed awkward and dated. A tube TV? An analog lock? Her nose wrinkled. Had she been thrown into a seedy motel in some ghetto?

The search for the key began with Hana fishing around in the drawers. That would be the most logical place to keep such a thing.

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[dark]

Bardock

"There's about 5-6 dozen 5 power level signatures in the hallway and another 7 other people spread across the other rooms, that is if you are interested in shit like that."

The guy in the red tinted googles was having trouble breaking through to the gold key.

Bardock looked at the door, he could either bust through said door and risk facing whatever the hell is out there or go through said ventilation shaft wherever that lead.

The Saiyan looked over at the strange, goggled man and nodded.

"Whatever, let's just get the hell out of here."

The Saiyan lifted to the air and went to the ventilation shaft.

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@Sleek @Dylan.thomas7

Through one powerful push the mutant Alex Mercer would snap the closed door into a dozen tiny flying bits of sharp wood splinters, embedding themselves into the guys but also through his own skin.

That wasn't going to be his main concern in a minute, as the impact did result in the handle of the door launching itself into the skull of one of the men, the one who's ribs were being played like a xylophone, but the others two despite probably heavy damage were already on top of him. The armless, exposed forearm bone one would laugh maniacally as he walked forward and jabbed his sharpened bone into the soft flesh around his mouth. The female who was playing the xylophone, on the ground being trampled still just as happy would look up, commenting "Pretty boy" probably about Mercer's features before reaching up and biting with full force on his crotch.

On the other hand, the sitting thief did find the gold bars to be authentic but their insignia was nothing but a big F in a circle, what could it mean? If he decided that he would bother with that.

@dark @Birb-With-Gun

The saiyan levitated easily up to the vent, lifting it up to see inside. But as he did he didn't need his scouter to hear the trampling horde of life forces outside charge down the hall towards Alex Mercer. Hank of course was privity to this too.


@Frozen Thyme
On closer inspection, despite the antiquated room their door in fact had one of those little things you could twist to unlock the door, if she wanted to go outside into that rampage.

 

[Birb-With-Gun]

Hank J. Wimbleton

Physical Status:
Still as fine as normal

Mental Status:
“Someone’s having a fight without me?”


Ah, the sounds of freedom… Hank can already see it. Once he finally gets through that door that was locking him in ‘ere with Spiky, and taking care of the ones who had put him here in the first place, he could already imagine himself being back to the empty Nevadan desert, looking up at the crimson red sky (which used to be normal, until he went ahead and killed the sun when it grew a body and some limbs back some time ago)… Hank can already imagine himself going back to his job of murdering poor helpless agents and grunts while taking care of the AAHW. He could even imagine getting revenge on that zombie clown around town, Tricky… with Hank imaging himself slicing and dicing that clown into enough pieces that not even they can revive from it, and as they laid in pieces on the floor, Hank went goes ahead to grab a good ole victory hotdog from a hotdog vendor nearby.

At least, Hank was imaging all of this… un-

Bonk

And that’s when Hank’s head had bumped against something when he finally got close to the nightstand, with Hank just standing back up to his full height as he wondered what the fuck just happened. Looking around, Hank shrugged before moving his hand towards the key in order to snatch it, only to encounter some sort of ‘wall’ around the drawer. Even as he tried multiple other directions of grabbing the key… it just seemed like that he couldn’t get past this invisible wall!

“Who the fuck puts one of possibly the only keys here to this room… behind a invisible barrier of all things? I wanna meet the jackass who did this just so I could show them why this was a bad idea… and not in a harmless way.”

Hank said to himself as he grumbled a bit quietly to himself. He was then knocked out of his grumpy state by Spiky announcing something… apparently that toy visor thing or whatever seemed to have not only detected people in the hallway (that one was fuckin obvious), but also other individuals within rooms. Hank didn’t understand why they said “power level signatures” as well… what was this, some sort of kid’s game or cartoon? What even is a ‘Power level’ supposed to mean here? How crappy one is? Eh, he doesn’t need to focus on that as much, considering he saw Spike just casually flew up into the air and went ahead to one of the vents in the ceiling.

Hank wasn’t as ‘disturbed’ when seeing such, well… as ‘disturbed’ Hank could actually get. The only other person he knew that could fly back in Nevada was once again, holy prick in the halo, Jebus. This meant that Spiky at least had some sort of power involved when it wasn’t as obvious currently… he’ll probably keep a close eye in order to ensure Spike doesn’t get the drop on him if they were to ever become hostile. And just when Hank was about to jump all the way up to the ventilation shaft and enter it… he certainly heard some noises out in the hallway.

It seems like there was a horde of zeds out there finding some poor sod to munch on. And as much as Hank would rather enter the vent for now and figure out another way across… he couldn’t simply let a opportunity like this to go down, especially if something is out there drawing there aggro. Locked doors be damned! Hank thought to himself, as he slowly approached the door once again, before raising his foot into the air, and slamming it against the door, right next to the door knob directly to its side.

Proper way of kicking a door, if he recalls correctly. Either way, with his strength enhancing the kick, he was definitely expecting to kick down the door in one swing, and if that don’t work… he’ll kick it again! And if that don’t work as well… Hank just went ahead to grab one of his Mini Uzis’ and shot twice at the lock mechanism for the door before putting the gun away. He may be ruining a perfectly good door, but doors be damned when there is a fight ahead. Hank was definitely still on his guard tho… most likely to be swiped at by something as soon as he exits the door… so it’s time to nut up and shut up.

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[marc122]

Mikasa Ackermann

"Yes, I am sure of it."

48 hours until Snow would suffer from withdrawal...huh? Mikasa had never heard such a thing before. However, this was secondary -- no, downright tertiary to the pressing situation that she and the two mysterious women were subjected to. Just as she was about to say something else, Snow made a point on working with one's greatest enemies.

Her? Working with Annie? Why, when a traitor has proven themselves to have broken the trust of his colleagues and willing to do so all over again, all in the name of selfish self-preservation? There were numerous problems when it came to working with a greatest enemy. Namely the uncertainty of whether he or she will genuinely work to the benefit of both, hog the benefits, or even outright betray those around.

Once again, Annie came to mind. Brrr.

"I'm not so sure on the part of working with enemies, but indeed. Working together is paramount if we're getting out. The last thing we need is to lose each other."

So what was out there, she may wonder? According to Snow, there were a dozen, two of which were out producing rather disturbing laughter with each other -- one of them playing a strange instrument.

Snow mentioned that she would be able to get three of her enemies in one fell swoop. Mikasa would certainly believe her -- the capabilities of the average Survey Corps members almost seemed inhuman in comparison to that of the local Wall peasant after all, and she looked to be rather similar, despite the numerous difference. However, she was right about bringing attention of the rest unto the three; there was a reason stealth was sometimes preferable to plain charging into the open.

"My kind had explosives back home, but all I have are blades, grappling hooks, and acceleration from my gear. Usually, we would use these on the Titans -- those which stand many feet taller than we -- specifically the backs of their necks."

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