The Evrensel Confict -- Prologue: Chapter 1-- The Only Easy Day was Yesterday

(I used Mr Blue Sky as inspiration)
Ranma:

Who said that life was a like a pleasant but fleeting dream. Well they never knew about her freaking life. Life that was about to end. So what was there to regret. Well for starter... everything. Why couldn't she grow up like any other normal kid, sure the training she didn't regret it, but theere would certainly be things she would take out of it. Like the pit. This she could definitely live without. Oh yeah and being sold repeteadly for food. Yeah it didn't take a genius to see their was a shitload ton of thing she would change if she could. But hey it was going to end soon. But she was still hanging barely by a thread. Yeah there was a shit ton of thing she didn't like in her messed up life. But it paled in comparaison of all the thing she wouldn't change. Meeting Akane, sparring with Ryoga, having a place she could call home, learning new techniques, bonding again with Ucchan. Going to school... No not for studying, just hanging out with friends that didn't come from the crazy martial artist world. Seeing her mom again. Eating Kasumi's cooking. Yes her life was a mess. But a mess she didn't want to lose. Yes there were so many things she wanted to do. Become a grandmaster of the Musabetsu Kakoutou Ryu. Wake up in the tendo denjo. Do her morning spar with her father. See Akane. Punt the panda. Fight her rivals. Learn new techniques. Fight crazy martial artist/monster demons. Enjoy the beach.... God it was her messed up life she wanted! She wanted everything, every single part of it!

So she was fighting to get even one more second of it. And then there was pain. Pain was good. Pain was life. It was life's way of telling to man up, fight the tears and beat the living shit of anything that was on your road. So like a newborn she screamed in front of life of its new hardship. Ranma Saotome wasn't done yet. Far from it she screamed her pain away. Burning with a new fire. Also she screamed because pain was... really painful.

-GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

Panting she started to rise. She could feel her bones mending themselves, her muscles reknitting themselves together, her skin renewing. And her ki pathwaysthey were rebuilding themselves but in the messy way they were after the ki tug o' war. She strengthened them by infusing a bit of ki inside. It was hell. A pain inside of you in a spot you can't reach. Ki was life. Ki sustained every part of the body. She couldn't mess there or she would suffer from critical organ failure. So she had to endure the pain fight through it. Fight with it at the same time her ki pathways were rebuilding themselves. It took an eternity. And the result was... meh. It was like anything she repaired, messy, uncertain, inesthetic. But it would do. Her ki pathways were larger. Meaning she could use and store more ki. However, her body wouldn't be able to sustain such an amount. Eventually she would have reached this point after years of trainining. But her body would be accustomed to it. Well seeing that she was more nearing ki depletion actually. She would treat it like everything that was fucked up in her life. Forget about it until it would bite her in the ass.

Ablond lady was using magic on her. She was wearing a well she didn't know cause her clothes were, ruined in shamble and did a poor job at hiding her cleavage. No she wasn't jealous! Her hair was breaded in two pigtails. Also she had leggings. She then took care of the guy Ranma rescued and introduced herself. Her japanese was... weird not the accent but it was... as if she was not supposed to understand.

Ranma bowed

-Hi Tsunade. I am Ranma Saotome, sorry about this. And thanks for the magic healing thingy.

The lights went on once again. Oh yeah they kinda were in a military base. She felt as weak as the time the moxibustion point of ultimate weakness was used on her. Well no wonder she was on minimal ki. So when the water came rushing at them, she just looked at the sky muttering.

-Why do you hate me so?

The ice water finished waking her up. It was icy cold and was throwing her ragdolling hutling wall, things and people. Everything was spinning around and once again pain was her guide to waking world. She felt nauseous.

She started swimming the current being less strong ray of light were piercing the water. The sight wasn't pleasant to see among the scattered debris body parts and whole carcasse were floating. If she wasn't nauseous enough. However she had nothing in her stomach. So there was that. Paddling with her legs for dead life. She saw someone flailing about a little higher and there, there was a wooden plank. She forced harder and caught the guy before gripping the plank. Hauling him on it. Well the plank was just what was left of a table. How ironic... she was in a cafeteria and there was no food.

-Ya okay there?

She was panting trying to catch her breath. Damn she hated feeling so weak.
 
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Shirou and Scott continued to fight their way through the lab section, cutting down the Xenomorphs with blades and bullets wherever they found them. As Scott loaded up on ammo from his fallen comrades, the two of them noticed several large panels open up in the corridor walls, with thick grates covering the openings. The howl of rushing wind could be heard through them.

"What hell is that?" Shirou asked in alarm as a deep rumbling began to resonate through the floors and ceiling.

Scott's face paled. "...I don't know, but it can't be good," he replied, rushing to restock on ammo. "I'd strongly suggest we get the hell out here before something else comes in to kill us. We haven't seen any of your buddies here, so they've probably high-tailed it out already, assuming these fucking monsters haven't eaten them."

Shirou was strongly considering making a sweep around the rest of the lab section to be absolutely sure of that. But before he could voice his opinion, the rumbling quickly grew even more intense, accompanied by a tremendous rushing noise that seemed to come from everywhere at once. Scott quickly stood up in fright, both he and Shirou looking around in vain to figure out where the noise was coming from.

Less than a second later, gargantuan flows of water burst out from the walls in rapid succession, flash-flooding the entire corridor and sweeping the two off their feet before they had a chance to properly react. Scott screamed and Shirou reached out to grab hold of him, barely managing to grip his vest before the two were washed down the corridor.

They tried to swim, but the massive flow of water was simply too strong to fight against. They were rapidly funneled down the labyrinthine pathways of the prison complex, only just managing to maneuver themselves enough to prevent from being dashed against the walls and bulkheads.

After what seemed like a terror-filled eternity of being stuck in the flood current, Shirou and Scott were washed out into a large room, and the two quickly swam up toward the lights. They both gasped and coughed for air as they breached the surface, bumping their heads against the ceiling, which was only a few inches above the waterline.

"Sh-Shirou, I-*cough*-I-I can't-!!" Scott choked out, struggling to keep his face above water, as he was exhausted from swimming in the flood current and trying to fight against the weight of his ammo and body armor.

Thinking quickly, Shirou materialized a long, thick spear and shot it straight up into the ceiling, embedding itself deep with a ringing impact. "Grab on!" he breathed out, summoning and shooting a second identical spear into the ceiling for himself.

Scott immediately did so, wrapping his arms, hands, and legs around the metal pole, breathing deeply with relief as he was able to steady himself without overly straining to stay above water. Shirou was similarly tired, and while not weighed down by armor or equipment, his wounds were throbbing deeply with pain from the physical stress of being washed through the prison. He quickly gripped on to his own spear pole as he looked around, seeing at least a couple dozen others, several of whom were struggling to stay afloat. He thought he spotted a couple familiar faces among them. There was also an armor-clad figure who was trying to cut their way through the ceiling with a bright white-indigo, twin-pronged blade of some sort.

"Hang on everyone, I'm going to make some hand holds!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, steeling himself against his own exhaustion and pain and then swimming out to those who look like they were having the most trouble keeping above water, stabbing more summoned spears into the ceiling to make hand holds for them. His entire body ached with pain and fatigue, and his wounds burned, but he pressed forward with sheer determination. If he had his way, nobody else would die today.
 
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A former too-wooden face smiled seeing Haassethur was well as the oblivion influence abated. Other blessed finally making themselves known as Odaw fixed their places there. No longer pressed into service to fend of Dremora trying to get access. Each took their place in the We that was her mind. Her hollow eyes raised at his cheer then his stall to test the air. The wisdom that was the We said to get to her new charge. Something was wrong. A sound of metal on metal not of a sword but no less threatening here. Reegan stood with Haassethur as silent purple-pocked xenomorph stood aside where he wished to go.

The Spriggan moved forward to Callintus grabbed with haste that with a heft of easy strength hauled him to her arms. A slight limp on one side her feet scorched with black flakes everywhere. Burnt or cooked badly by superheated steel from the corridor.

She smiled said to Callintus, "You are burnt; I will carry you as Magnus raises its light again! Oblivion's influence fades by the edged wills of Blessed and I am strong now."

An armored man like cloth doll carried aloft Reegan exited behind Haasethur as he sniffed the air. A barking pet nearby showing alarm as well. Not wary for Reegan she thought at least not as much than for the same thing the doctor sensed. Animals would sense the diseased fog burning red from her barky flesh. Long thorn hair vines black strands alternately blooming or brushing past Callintus. Though slightly larger now her arms show size and imitation of muscle as well. Each tense of the heavy oak flesh showers oblivion from her in red flakes. As if a bad sunburn replaces with green wood.

The black tresses flailed and showered a petal or two as she nodded at Haassethur, "Water? If this place cannot pillage me then it tries to murder you and Callintus. I can run with him, Haassethur, go then! The others will tend the puppy."

A look back to the small group of purple-pocked undead creatures nodded at the crate. They centered about the door as a creature's sharp claw tore the door free. Though unnatural things they remained obedient and did not threaten. Reegan as an altered servant of the wild projects the need for Xiao's pet to follow. She hoped the puppy would do so and the servants would protect it. She already had one charge and the servants would not last forever.

Reegan kept pace quite well holding an armored man aloft. Though Callintus could hear her feet creak badly. Every so often through broken corridors looks down at Callintus to make sure he was okay. An attentive worry and understanding eye more full a person behind the empty eye sockets no more so than before. Just a distant humming Nirnroot from within her body.

Perhaps Reegan could have outrun the water even maybe Haasethur. Though it was not a straight line through this place and the terrain a battlefield. Water rapidly overtook them as Reegan stormed through the beginnings of the flow in tall white water sprays. Bouncing puppy somewhere behind in tow with purple-pocked creatures that clamber across walls behind it. Then the main wall of water roared in closer.

A single glance sent the creatures leaping at the dog not to tear but to encase. Reegan's strong arms held Callintus firm against her chest against protesting of heavy water flows at her hips. Though she did not need air as it swallowed her shoulders shifted Callintus tightly inward. The back of his head grabbed forcibly pressed her open mouth to his own. Not a thing romantic in the least it was the air inside her larger-than-outside head she cared to deliver. As the water stole the rest of the air away gave Callintus something to breathe. flexing and pounding at walls used her strength and body to take blows so Callintus did not have to. A ring of ironwood horns denting doorways rushing just inches past his view. An eyeless face rejoining to press her mouth to his as obstacles smashed into her instead of him.

Behind them, a ball of black and purple limbs did much the same but suffered far worse. The puppy kept from harm as parts of those undead servants broke apart and shattered. Scant bits of air inside enough to breathe between bouts at the surface. Little remained of the servants by the time they spread out into the cafeteria.

Reegan and others arrived afterward by weight and an ability to constrain her passage down the tunnel. Callintus held firmly by both her arms and the lips for air. A furrowed brow and stern eye on the distance rather than Callintus directly.

A barking pup somewhere in the distance barks madly upon a twitching raft in calmer waters. Xenomorph charnel floated as stuffed with purple vines instead of acid.

Callintus, however, released as woody hands passed down his sides. Waterlogged enough to be neutrally buoyant Reegan grabbed his hind end and pushed upward from the floor. Reegan slowly walked forward underwater holding the paladin by his butt between tenuous water surfaces to the air. The USS Callintus sallied forth seemingly under his own power absent any concerted swimming in the doctor's direction. A faintly glowing green blob underneath him.

The doctor went too deep for her to keep Callintus in breathable air and stopped. Odaw instead made a request spying a particular set of feet treading water near the ceiling. Reegan spun Callintus by his butt to the left and walked toward Alec.
 
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Abby Dee/Courier Six - Character Sheet


“Good! Now let’s haul ass!” Abby picks up the rifle again and runs alongside or behind Alec as space would permit. When the rifle ran out of ammo shortly thereafter, The Courier grabs another from the next guard they happen to cross. The guards are not her main concern; Abby keeps her eyes peeled at the dark corners and spots they cross for those monsters. A few times she fires off a few rounds into those dark spots, just incase, and it pays off at least once when she drops one lurking in a vent.

“Why you lookin for one? The power’s out ya idjit! Won’t work anyway.” Abby says in response to Alec asking why there wasn't an elevator.

But soon as those words leave her mouth, the lights flip on.

“Shit.” Abby says in accidental unison with Alec also looking up. She spins around when the wall opens up, and knows the sound that emanates from it from her time at Hoover Dam working for the NCR. The shove to the left from Alec is unnecessary; Abby has already taken three steps in that direction when he shoves.

Thus distracted, Abby is unable to spot and prevent the alien creature from literally leaping over her head and pouncing on Alec. She feels the air, hears its screech, but is too late when she turns around with rifle ready. Shooting it could kill Alec in a more painful way, so instead she flips the rifle around and slams the butt into its head to try to get it off.

Whether that works is rendered irrelevant by the water catching up with them. She loses Alec and the rifle instantly.

The Courier tries to swim up with the current, to find some kind of air pocket. It might have worked if not for the other debris that hits her and keeps her down. So she tries to avoid the debris and structures. That plan is also aborted when a body hits her from behind and forces her to expel what air she has left. For a few moments Abby is lost in the water. She feels her lungs are filled with water, putting her body in too much distress to navigate this rushing current. She hits walls, the ceiling, things, people and slowly loses consciousness.

In all of that, the warped end of a metal railing stabs her in the side. Her scream is just bubbles. Her blood a trail of red lost in the water.

This is it. This is how I die. This is where I die. In a strange world with not a friend in sight.

Already bored of the view of the water world around her, Abby closes her eyes.

I'm coming Boone, Veronica, Ma, Pa. Abby Dee is coming....

Natural buoyancy brings Abby to the top of the cafeteria section. She floats face-up, near the table where Ranma and others float. Her face is slack and the water around her turns red.



After tending to her third patient of the day Tsunade hopes the girl with roughly similar features can understand her when she speaks. Moreso when the young man proves incapable and his demeaning nickname for her is not understood.

“You, of the red hair, do you understand me?” She asks almost desperately. Never before in her life had she experienced a language barrier; everyone in her world spoke the same language even if some had very distinct dialects.

Whatever the redheaded girl answers, Tsunade doesn’t hear it over the roar of rushing water that comes from seemingly everywhere.

Her first thought is of whom she considers her most vulnerable patient; the young man’s lungs were only temporarily opened and this could undo all her work. She chases after him and is about to take hold of him and cover his mouth; the water overtakes them first and instead her hands close around nothing but cold water. Powerful arms keep Tsunade from tumbling around as others might have from their original point to the large room where they are washed out into. Tsunami swims to the air pocket at the top, and with all her might punches the ceiling once. Then twice. Then a third time. She keeps punching up until either the steel gives or someone or something stops her.



Following the group of three she had seen first proves more difficult than Morgan had thought. Not only do the alien things get in the way of her and Luxem, but the prison guards did as well. She loses sight of the group when a squad of five guards come upon her and Luxem. By now they are well past even warning prisoners. They see the pair, and open fire.

Morgan jumps in front of Luxem to take all the bullets meant for him. They penetrate, she feels the pain and bleeds like a human but keeps running. The bullets are pushed out as her body heals. The Daimon determines what to do the moment she closes the distance to get past the squad without killing them.

As she looks ahead at the squad she sees them get swept up by a sudden torrent of water. The moment before it happens to her and Luxem as well.

Luckily for Morgan this is not her first time in such a situation. One of her teachers, a mountain man named La Farge, had her swim through a whitewater river at peak flood season to learn the power of the water element and respect it. That training had not yielded a spell as planned, but it did make Morgan into an exceptional swimmer.

Morgan swims with the current, staying near Luxem much as she can as they dodge the debris and avoid being smashed against the walls.

The two washout into the cafeteria. Morgan happens to pop up next to someone in armor cutting at the ceiling with a sword of light, and she decides that is the right idea and joins her with two superhumanly-strong fists.
 
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The 11th Doctor


@ChrisClark13
The Doctor tread water for a moment, getting his bearings, and promptly beamed at the arrival of a dragonish-looking woman. There were about three species he'd met that looked like she did but the Timelord had about abandoned the notion that anyone he met from here-on-out had anything to do with the species he'd actually met. Instead, he flashed a smile at Ayana and offered to handshake. "Brilliant. I'm the Doctor. I was going to swim for the kitchens and-"

@Not_Amy @BobTheNinja
At which point a spear embedded itself in the ceiling. Followed by that woman in full-environmental armor launching herself up from the cafeteria flooring to pierce the ceiling, point-first, with a plasma sword. And then another woman joined her, punching into the irregularly shaped roofing with inhumanly strong fists. And then a third woman. Then more spears punched into the ceiling, evidently providing handholds as the young man with enviably ginger hair shouted in the enclosed space. He promptly grabbed one!

Turning back to Ayana, the Doctor ran a dripping hand through his water-logged long hair, sweeping it out of his eyes to reveal a penetrating gaze, broad forehead, strong chin and a generally affable expression. His bowtie was utterly waterlogged, along with the rest of him, yet he looked as comfortable as a man enjoying tea at a royal court. "On the other hand," he said, with a significant eyebrow aimed towards those cutting into the ceiling, "At the rate they're going, we'll be out in a jiffy. Funny unit of measure, the jiffy. Did you know the Baldoon word for 'minute' is a jiffy? And on Earth, it's-"

Suddenly, the roof gave way to the three women smashing into it and the Doctor brightened. "Ah, about that long actually. Now, let's be useful, shall we? Some of these people floating in the water might be recoverable. Come along..." And the young man with the ancient eyes paused, hoping Ayana would fill in the silence with a name.

@AIM Leader Wade @ChrisClark13
And while he waited for the dragon-like woman to answer him, the Doctor swam between the debris as people began to evacuate up. Spotting the panicked Alec, the Doctor grabbed the man by the arm while swinging himself through the water so he floated right in front of the lad. "You're in a bad way, mate. That way," he pointed along the narrow expanse between metal and water where people could be seen dragging themselves up through the ceiling to safety. "Quickly man, there's little we can do for that wound as long as you're in the water! Give him a hand, won't you?" he asked Ayana, hopeful eyes pleading along with his words that the strong, athletic woman get this man to safety before he bled to death.

@Not_Amy
The Doctor shoved off again as he spotted a floating young woman, faceup in the water. Plainly battered, bloody from the tremendous deathtrap of this jail, she nonetheless had a rare kind of courage and humor. So many he'd lost, over the years and centuries and worlds, so many full of vitality and promise, laughing in the face of death until that face caught up with them. Another one.

"No," he said, anger flattening his tone. "We're not done yet, you and I. Not when I don't even know your name." Bruised by the trip himself, the Doctor nonetheless slipped both of his arms under hers and kicked violently with his feet in the water, propelling them backwards towards the hole and safety.

@Wiggin
At which point, the Doctor spotted the young man with the mask. Presumably one who wasn't having nearly as much trouble with the water as the others. "Oi, get her up there and get whoever's standing around to start CPR," the Timelord said, jerking his head in the direction of the exposed gap in the ceiling. "I'm going to see if there's anyone else we can save."

Moire B-220


@Not_Amy
Joined by Tsunade and Morgan's unnatural strength, the trio quickly found a rhythm where Moire's sword rent open a gap, providing an opening for the other much stronger women to pry it farther open. Panels gave way to wiring and insulation, which gave way to a sturdy steel-plate. And when sword and fist at last punched through, open air greeted them.

Moire slipped the plasma blade into the gap and pirouetted in the water like a ballerina, sword carving clean along the floor plate...at which point the whole thing dropped, dunking her back into the water. Thankfully, the Spartan's protected by her Mjolnir Mark IV Exoskeletal Powered Armor but the weight bore her down, out of reach of the ceiling panels she'd supported herself on. Moire threw the round plate of riven steel away and tried to swim up but, naturally, her armor's not that buoyant! So she was stuck sinking to the floor while watching the others presumably get out of the water.

Once her feet reached floor, she squatted and launched herself straight up once more. Like a mailed rocket, the Spartan exploded out of the water and caught herself against the ceiling of the corridor above before dropping down heavily on the corridor floor below.

Although it's less a corridor and more of a vent. Clearly designed to push massive volumes of air around a tremendously large complex, a steady wind filled the air with the scent of old chemicals and a rising humidity. Thankful for her HUD's image enhancement properties, Moire compensated for the dim lighting and looked both directions before nodding once.

"Nice work," she said to Morgan and Tsunade. She was faceless in her armor but Spartan's voice had an almost cheerful tone. "One of you watch the left. One of you watch the right." She promptly holstered her plasma sword before crouching down in the hole they'd made in the vent flooring. Naturally tall, Moire's reach extended even longer thanks to the oversized Mjolnir armor and she called down to those treading water below. "Grab my hand, I'll pull you up one at a time. Wounded first!"
 
Ayana

@Epiphany.
Ayana reached out and took the handshake offered by this 'The Doctor' person. Quite a talker this one it seems, she can get along with that- saves her the breath she was using to fill the silence in the air. Something to keep people moving along.

Hearing a commotion from behind her, she spun around to see others that are more powerful than her already busting their way through the ceiling. Ah, how she had missed being in the company of people who could just make their problems go away. With any luck, they were mostly heroic minded like that guy who powers not only seem to include 'all the swords' but just 'all the bladed weapons in general'. Part of her wished to be that ridiculously strong, it would've made the issues she was dealing with before getting sent here so, so easy to deal with. When you're that strong- nobody's really able to fuck with you.

After a wistful sigh, she realizes that The Doctor is still talking- something about 'jiffies'? After he asks her to come along and looks at her, she looks back at the strange man in turn. She realizes something, this man is way too calm and collected compared to everyone else. He's even- smiling? Probably something to help the others keep calm. She's been in a fair few tight situations herself and she can somewhat recognize what he's doing.

As the moment stretches into an uncomfortable silence on her part, she shakes her head to loosen up the mental cobwebs. After a moment to readjust the hood of her cloak so it's not wrapped around her neck weird, she swims after him. "Yeah, I'm coming! Name's Ayana by the way."

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He leads her to a human man that's in a bad way right now, looking around like a panicked animal. At the surprisingly pleading request for help, she just shrugs and double-checks that all her weapons are secure. "Yeah I suppose, if he bleeds on me too much I can just replace my cloak later assuming we make it out of this mess."

She holds out an arm for Alec to latch onto and grunts in exertion as she using her other arm to drag them along the ceiling to the hole and into the arms of the person in the heavy armor. As the handoff is going on, she spots a blooming plume of blood and... of course The Doctor going over to the woman where it's coming from. Seems the man's determined to save as many people as possible, not a bad trait by all means- but a goal that's sometimes impossible. Something he probably knows...

@Not_Amy
Telling herself to save the pondering about the strange man for later, Ayana swam over to him as he carried the woman. "Seems you're the 'we're all in this together' type yeah?" she asked as she held out a hand, the other steaded against the ceiling by her claws. After helping them, she looked around again and- ah fuck there's a knight wearing plate. Yeah, he's not getting out of this without help.

@AIM Leader Wade
"Hey, you! In the plate armor!" she called out to Callintus as she held out her arm, "Take my hand!"

After helping what turned out to be an old man up through the hole, she headed up herself as she was feeling pretty exhausted by now. Also, she really didn't feel like being stuck down there with the crazy fey-tree thing. It seems the person in the weird armor and the others had the whole 'drowning people' situation sorted anyways.

With a groan, she dropped her pack holding the ridiculous Lancer gun she had picked up drop to the floor before taking off her cloak and straining it out- letting everyone get a good look at the leather-and-chain armor she was wearing underneath it. "Anyone got a plan yet?" she mused aloud.
 
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Nomad

One minute they were discussing plans, when shit the fan as monsters flooded in. Nomad reached for a broken piece of metal to use as a weapon when crashing torrents of water flooded the room, sweeping everything inside away. Instinct kicked in, Nomad tucking into a ball, protecting his head and just flowing with the current.

Slamming into wall after wall that damn near killed him if it wasn't for Eye Dee Kay healing him from the inside. Not as immediate as if the Ghost was outside of Nomad, but the current situation called for the little thing to stay inside him until it was safe.

Which didn't take long as Nomad surfaced in what looked to be a cafeteria, the others also gathered in here due to the flooding. What luck.

He spotted Abby floating face up and was about to swim on over to help when a familiar but different looking man in a suit swam over to her and dragged her back to the hole that was recently made. He'd join the young man that was instructed to help Abby up and into the ventilation system with the others. Nomad would swim on over and assist the man in hoisting the unconscious body of Abby up into the arms of the armored woman that honestly reminded him of a Titan if it wasn't for the lack of a Ghost and familiar Guardian armor.

After helping with hoisting the wounded up, Nomad would be the last to jump up, as he'd help the others into the hole before using his jump and then the boost from the double jump to get up and out of the water.

In relative safety, he'd begin to wring his cloak of the water before taking it off. He'd hand it to those tending to Abby. "Use this to bandage her wounds, I can repair it later and I have spares." His Ghost would materialize into the air next to Nomad, looking at Abby, blinking every so often.

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Jacket

Just when things couldn't get more hectic, water flooded in and swept everyone off. The water filling the mask that Jacket was wearing and damn near drowned him, even when he surfaced, he had to remove the mask so the suction formed by his head and the water would release said captive water. After it was cleared of the liquid, he'd swim on over to where the hole was, after the wounded was hoisted up by the others, and he was hoisted by a man in a cloak.

He'd reach into his pocket and fish out his tape player. Pressing the button only for silence to greet him.

Jacket's fist would clench that the plastic and metal of the device creaked in his hands. Before restraint prevented the destruction of the device. With a barely audible sigh, he pocketed the paperweight. He'd have to fix it later, but now they had more pressing issues.

Right now, they needed a plan. And while the others would discuss it, Jacket would take position covering the vents' many paths. Aiming down the sights of his favorite weapon, despite the Chicken mask on his head.
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Delsin

Delsin never liked swimming. Main reason he could barely swim or keep himself afloat. Reggie being the one to take a liking to the murky depths. So when the cascade of water flooded in and he was essentially a pinball. Delsin hit wall after wall and finally his head that almost sent him to an early grave, but he was saved by someone he couldn't make out who it was. And pulled up even further. For a second, he thought those creatures got him, but the familiar outlines of his comrades filled him with relief.

"I think.....I has concussion." Just trying to articulate made his head hurt worse.

"Anyone got a smoke?" He'd add, in hopes he could maybe heal the injury and gain some form of defense.

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Hei

Once again, things went south. This time, it wasn't creatures from some sci fi movie, it was one of mother nature's natural elements.

Water.

And enough to not only sweep everyone in the room down halls and through the complex, but also to make everything a blur and dizzying effort to stay afloat. When he was not being bounced about, he swam for the surface, immediately gulping in air once his head broke the surface of the water. Due to the suddenness of the event, he couldn't prep himself for the rollar-coaster that was the situation, so he almost drowned.

Seems as he was just arriving, people were already making their way out. Obviously, wounded were hoisted first, then the others one by one were pulled up.

Hei would assist with helping people up, as it meant they could get out of here and out of the shitshow that was the situation.

Up on relatively dry land, the others tending to the wounded, Hei would help out with the bleeding woman as best as he could. As he did pick up some know-how in South America and when he had downtime. From helping with CPR to tending to her other, more urgent injuries. Hei did his best, but would eventually let the other more well trained medics in this group do it. Walking on over to the men in the suits. He'd say "So what's the plan? Those things will probably be thinking the same thing as us with taking refuge in the vents..."

He hoped they had a plan.

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Ryan Zokkendov

Ryan certainly couldn't realize, as he was too stunned to think properly, but he was in a problematic situation. The several story fall to a raging current of cold water wasn't doing him any good. The little strength he had remaining was emptying out. His movements got slower and slower by the second. When he was about to pass out, a someone pulled him up to a piece of something that floated. He didn't particularly care what that was at the moment, he was busy enough not passing out.
After what felt like hours, Ryan heard a voice, a feminine voice. Was she talking to him? Well, who else if not him? What was she saying? Ayoke? Areyokey? Oh! Are you okay? Yes, that must be it. With a titanic effort, he uttered three words:


"No.... Need... Fire"

Ryan's breathing got heavier by the second, and he was fading in and out of consciousness. In one of those moments, he started hearing distant bangs on metal, in an almost rhythmic fashion. That noise is what Ryan kept his focus on it. However, a particularly loud bang ended it all. Ryan had no clue what it was about the noise that he was able to focus so well on it, even if for a moment, most likely because it drowned out the horrid noise of water flowing around somewhat. Regardless, now that it was gone, it was once again struggling on his own to not fade out. Fate, however, seemed to have other plans. As he was dragged out of the water completely. Still too shocked, he wasn't able to pick who or how he was picked up. What he knew, is that he wanted that water off of him. So, with another huge amount of effort, he would mumble to the first person that attempted to talk to him

"... Set... Fire.... Me..."

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Constantine Nero

"Fine, have it your way"


Was all that Nero had say after his last attempt to convince Bobby to get him to Elgin, after he continuously repeated he had no way to know without the power on. Nero's reply was to put a nail between his eyes, taking Bobby out. In a stroke of bad luck, just after he did, lights went back on.

"Wonderful. Just wonderf-"

Nero cut himself short, as something other than the electricity being back was happening. Some panels opened up in the walls, and a suspicious current started flowing from them. As a safety measure, he called back all the dark matter around, using the blood dark matter to create his berserker armor and sealed it, in case they were trying to spread some gas. But a few seconds later, the result proved him wrong. The grates blasted out water, a lot of it, and with such strength that the room immediately started flooding. Nero tried resisting the currents, pinning his clawed gauntlets and pointed boots on the floor. But it was useless. The rush of water took him for a ride. All he had left was going along with the current, curled up to avoid hitting something with too much force, and wait for it to settle down. Thankfully, it did so soon enough, throwing everyone into what looked like a cafeteria. He calmly stood up and looked around. What seemed like a group of prisoners busted through the ceiling of the room and were making their way up, he started walking to the gap. He saw mostly everyone up in there already. One of the last few to climb up was a white haired girl, he couldn't make much of her with water and corpses somewhat blocking the sight. What he did notice was the two guards sneaking up to her, both with a knife in their hands. They had managed to take off all of their excess weight before drowning somehow. Upon a quick look around, he noticed several poles stuck to the ceiling.

"Figures…"

Nero did not waste much more time, as two chains ending on spikes sprouted from his back. Both went straight to the back of one of the guards, which was pulled down violently to the reach of Nero, only leaving a yelp of panic behind. Then, Nero smacked him in the head with a palm strike. As for the other, upon hearing the panic call looked around for his partner, trying to not alert their would-be hostage. Nero simply stood right behind him, and used a couple of dark matter platforms for his feet to get on his level. When the guard noticed him, it was too late already. Nero pierced his back straight to the heart with a fierce jab of his clawed gauntlet, then tossed it away from the group of prisoners. Once everyone was up on the crawlspace, he would create a platform that rose to the level of their new spot, with him knelt in the middle of it. Being the awkward mess he is though, he stayed quiet within his armor, which he still had some time before he had to worry about that murderous rage detail.
 
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There was quite a lot of stuff that happened at once. First, a very familiar soldier popped above the water and started screaming, in which Trigger retaliated with his own string of swears out of surprise. Then, immediately after, several other people emerged from the water and started hitting at the ceiling, opening a small hole to where they could climb into a vent. The frantic doctor was quickly swimming around, spitting out different orders and giving out some weird fun facts here and there. The crazy man eventually swam over towards Trigger, with an unconscious woman in her arms. The man ordered trigger to lift her up into the nearby vent, and possibly find a way to revive her. He didn’t object, something told him that it just wouldn’t feel good to have her ripped to shreds by the aliens in the facility. He had seen firsthand what fear they could instill, and he wouldn’t want that on someone else. A hand came up and smacked him in the forehead. It was his own. What was he doing, he doesn’t think like this. It didn’t matter, the point still stood.

“Got it…” he mumbled, hoisting the girl onto his shoulder. While he did so, he let out a small comment in Alec’s direction. “Hey soldier, We are having a talk later” he said, in no way passive, but in all the ways aggressive.

When Trigger got to the vent, he first shoved Abby up and onto her back. It was a little awkward, the dead bodies he carried on regular occasions didn’t usually need to be cared for, but he then got some help from Nomad. When he had gotten up with her, he laid on his own back. It was tiring, even with temporarily fixed lungs.

Trigger tapped his hand on her face, wheezing out “hey, don’t die yet… otherwise this will be really annoying.” he then got up and dragged her further into the vent. As soon as he got up, he immediately realized he had no absolute idea what CPR was. Trigger quickly ran back over to the vent opening and shouted in “does anybody know what a CPR is?”

Back in Eboria, people weren’t required to know how to perform CPR, most citizens had some type of technology either installed or had some sort of machine nearby to help. Even though they did have something similar to CPR, Eboria didn’t name it CPR. Back there, it was called lung and chest syncopation. Trigger did know how to tend a wound though, so he could do that. Quickly Grabbed the cloak Nomad gave him and ripped it into strips, creating bandages. It didn’t occur to him that he could have handed them out to other people, so he just laid them in a pile by the vent opening. Despite not knowing what CPR was, he did it anyway, since he knew what needed to be done. The weird batman looking guy, named Hei, came over to help every once in a while, but didn’t do too much other than provide some moral support. Moral support? That’s not normal. Trigger shook the thought off, continuing to help.

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Sammy was extremely confused by the amount of people that had entered the room. She only really met three of them, and the rest were unknown. Getting into the open vent sounded like the best idea, so she climbed in and tried to dry her hair by shaking it around. It spray in several directions more than anything, giving people a nice little shower if they stood next to her. After the attempt, she checked the satchel for her items, finding that they all still there, just a little more wet than before. A cold wind started to hit the back of her neck, giving her a chill. She shivered slightly, trying to keep her body warm.

“I-it’s cold…” she murmured, leaning against a wall. The wall, having been made of metal, didn’t help too much. This vent was meant to carry air, so of course none of the heat would absorb into the aluminum surface.

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At this point, steam was being released from Dusk’s skin, having been totally covered in alien blood. It sizzled, but didn’t leave any damage. The monstrous then heard screams from within the building behind him. It sounded like cries for help. “Yes… more to kill” the voice in his head said. He set off into a sprint and tried to get back in the way he came out, only to see a giant wave of water pass by. This was cumbersome, now he would have to find where all the flesh bags had ended up. Jumping in, he slowly sunk to the bottom and saw a multitude of dead bodies floating in the distance. It was a trail, eventually leading into a cafeteria of some sort. Above him, Dusk saw several dead bodies, each had a face of frozen terror, but there were a few that were different. These ones were getting out of the water. Fresh meat. Dusk then turned to see a familiar looking tree, this time lifting one of the filthy creatures upward. A threat. He sluggishly dragged his sword through the water, letting out a gargled screech from within the water. No bubble emitted from his mouth, meaning that it wasn’t caused by oxygen, so he didn’t have the need to breath. Underwater, he would be weak, but it didn’t matter. The terrifying figure only wanted destruction, no matter the cost. He tried to dash across the floor and make a slash, but a swing wouldn’t do much. Stabbing was the fastest way to attack, so he would need to do that, it was too bad he wasn’t in a very intelligent state. If he had thought about it, he could attack quickly and efficiently, but blood lust was the only thing he thought of.
 
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Reegan felt Dusk approach more than she saw them with tides of the dreamsleeve at her shores rising by furied approach. Reegan thought the ebon aura she found herself under less a predator than a reaper. Death knew its own as waves froth colorful sheens at her stony shores by his sheer gravity of such aims. Callintus had just taken Ayana's hand however and she needed him to go to safety.

Reegan set her feet, not knowing how close Dusk was, then with a mighty push Callintus less climbed than launched upward through the hole to floor level. Gouts of water behind a bone sword emerging from the dark where Reegan's inner light did not reach. One foot slid back under the water bent back on her haps by Dusk's wave ready to meet the blow. Cavitation frothed air behind the sword as Dusk's strength powered it through the water toward Reegan. Immense strength to fight the water pushing against the huge bone blade toward Reegan's reclining chest.

Reegan dropped one knee her much-abused feet still holding their place under the water by clinging roots. White rapids her own as dirty waves pass her one hand braced for forearm to meet blade with her hand curled back to deflect the swing. A long thin splinter of her arm cleaves at sword bite so with a grimace of pain looks back at Dusk's enraged face. Bone cut apart a strip of wood but in the body of a walker of the end would hear the Spriggan's voice echoed through it. If little time enough but for one word.

A cry for the one she remembered, knowing she may have caused this, the name she'd called the nameless one to pick her flowers, "Nahlotkunoth!"

Rushing water silenced her cry by ear though her firm face with upraised brows did evince the try through the pain of sliced ironwood. As the splinter shook free and the blade passed Reegan's other hand cocked back punched at the flat of the huge blade. Her hope to send Dusk back on their feet perhaps long enough to think about who they fought. Spilled blood raced inward toward her within the water. Red ribbons coalesce toward the two energies meeting in battle one of the dead bodies upstairs crackling its head toward the hole then stopped. Puddles of blood pouring across the floor toward them. A curtain of red and acid drops would soon drip from scant light above.
 
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A concerted effort from herself, and two others wrenches the ceiling open. Tsunade climbs up through the layers of the hole into a large, cold vent. The armored one who had done the cutting orders one of them to watch either direction. She takes the left, but keeps an eye on those who come up from the hole for anyone who needs her attention. The cold air makes her exposed skin break out in goosebumps.

There were others that could have benefited from Tsunade's attention, but when a young woman was brought up unconsious and bleeding Tsunade abandons her lookout post to tend to her. Seeing the red-haired girl from before, she tells the younger woman "Cover the left side!"

"Keep her head like this!" She orders Trigger, the one she had saved before and tilting Abby's head to the side and snapping her fingers at him then pointing at her.

The first thing she does is check Abby's pulse on the neck and the wrists. Faint, but there. Her skin is cold, and not just from the cold water.

She is a hardy one. Good. But she has lost too much blood.

Tsunade knows what needs to be done and does not hesitate in doing it. The violet diamond on her forehead lights up and expands across her body like vines as the chakra stored within is unleashed.

Tsunade claps her hands together and rubs them rapidly. Her hands glow green and she puts them to Abby's chest. Abby's body jumps and expels water from her mouth amid a coughing fit. The remaining blood cells in her body multiply rapidly to flood vessels and arteries.

Abby says some words that again, Tsunade cannot understand, but they at least mean she has saved a life. The seal recedes back into the violet diamond.

A familiar and unsettling sound makes Tsunade turn around to the post she had passed on to Ranma.

The flood had not killed off those beasts. They had likely retreated up into these vents, and they were now coming upon them from both sides. They are forgoing any kind of stealth or surprise and charge headlong as if there is no more meaning to their existence than death.

Hands fly together and Tsunade unleashes twin arcs of lightning from both hands down the left vent. She hopes Thor has joined them by now, and remembers everything that had gotten them through the lab sections facing wave after wave of these creatures. A swath of the beasts are rendered charred husks.

"This way!" Tsunade motions to the rest to push an advance down the left ventway for no particular reason besides the fact it is the direction Tsunade and Thor and others are most effectively able to clear. To conserve her chakra, Tsunade resorts to grappling and severing of heads to do her part of clearing the way.

At one point, a Xenomorph manages to dodge various attacks to jump on Tsunade. But she grabs it by the neck, holds it up high, and slams it down to the floor. Only for that floor to actually be a vent down into the complex that buckles, opens up, and brings Tsunade and others near her down to that level.

For a second Tsunade thinks she is about to fall into a river and will have to climb back up. Instead her bare feet touches only wet floor. She throws the dead beast against one of the walls before the acid seeping from its fractured head can touch her. Both sides of the hallway are sealed off by metal blast doors. The flooding failsafe had been designed to wash out stragglers into one area then seal the rest of the complex off.

There is one large set of doors in this hallway with an access terminal next to it. Tsunade can't read the words on the wall state 'Inmate Contraband' but wouldn't be trying to read them anyway; she is focused on looking up as others come down from the vents to bottleneck the beasts from down here rather than be assaulted on two fronts as before.



"The right is mine!" Morgan says when told to the right when she comes up. Her keen eyes are trained down that direction and her hands are up in fists, ready. Her ears catch snippets of conversation happening behind her, but Morgan is obedient and stands as a stalwart sentinel for when she sees through the darkness those strange beasts rushing at them. The flash and crackle of lightning from behind her alerts her to the fact they have to be coming from that direction as well.

Having once used the Spell of Tongues on a Japanese man in her travels, Morgan can understand Tsunade when she calls everyone to go that way and walks backwards, helping anyone who might have trouble keeping up. Any of those things to come near her or the others are dispatched with either a flurry of punches, kicks or both with no regard to getting their blood on herself. It burns her, but she heals fast enough for it to not matter greatly.

When Tsunade accidentally opens a way down, Morgan peers down quick to assess the situation.

"It is not flooded!" She informs the others and beckons them to go down while she covers them, swatting away the aliens until everyone else is down and she drops in last.

Abby Dee/Courier Six - Character Sheet


Prior to their capture Abby had experienced something that seemed at the time to be Heaven with everyone she had been missing dearly waiting to receive her. It had been a brief moment of elation for her; the culmination of many hours of thinking and philosophizing.

That does not happen in all the time her eyes are closed. There is nothing. She is oblivious to The Doctor bringing her to safety, to someone else hauling her up the hole, to the others helping her in their way until she is suddenly brought back to the waking world coughing up all the water that has been sloshing around her lungs.

Her vision is blurry and takes a few seconds to correct. When she does, the first person she sees is the guy from before who had gone off on his own, minus the rebreather. Then as she looks around, the woman from the plane looming over her.

"Jugs?" She sits up, looks around more while getting her breath back.

"DAMN!" Abby hits the floor of the vent and curls into a ball. The cold air was not mixing well with the water drenching her form. "What....the hell...is it gonna take....to kill me? WHAT?!"

As if in answer to her disturbing question, there is the familiar sound of claws on metal, and that godawful screeching. From both sides of wherever they were.

Abby looks down both sides and there are more alien creatures coming for them. At least a dozen from left and right.

"Maybe this'll be it." Abby stands and is ready to charge head-first into either horde totally unarmed. But Alec grabs her, drags her along with the rest.

"GODDAMN IT LET ME GO! I WANT THIS!" Abby yells at him as she is forced to go with the rest of the group and is protected, as she lacks weapon and will to protect herself.
 
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As the water started to flow out and rise around her Alistia showed no signs of worry. In fact, if anything, she was oddly placid as she moved along through the corridors. Sure, she was doing her best to not lose her footing, which was a massive ordeal given the rising tide and the currents and everything, but she mentally decided she also was likely not panicking anywhere NEAR the same level that the others were... And why should she? She had faced the depths of the ocean before. She could remember the salty sea air as she worked alongside the kojin in the Ruby Sea and the blessing bestowed upon her by them. The same blessing that had allowed her to explore entire undersea palaces. A blessing that, prior, had proven to work across dimensions. A blessing which she was certain she'd be using now but, at the same time, turned the water from a fearful killer to a blessing.

As it rose up around her she breathed in deep, water flowed into her lungs, then out again, and Alistia took to swimming through the water with ease. She couldn't defy the currents and knew she would likely need to follow them wherever they took her, but she was not concerned in the slightest about breathing underwater, for the blessing ensured that it was just as easy as air for her. Mentally she wondered if the same was true for the creatures. Doubtless at least most of the other prisoners couldn't breath underwater, and she felt certain she could likely still be drowned in, say, magically conjured water or something, but nothing suggested that this was the case. If she saw any prisoners along the way she'd doubtless...

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doubtless mourn their passing...

but she kept her swimming, following the currents, tides, and passages towards their end in relatively calm repose given the amount of chaos and destruction surrounding her.

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Lavaetain mentally cursed at the sight of the rising water. She was a good swimmer, she knew that well enough, but she was far from 'aquatic' by any means. She couldn't breath underwater and she had no clue at all where she even was in this facility. She didn't know where an exit was in the slightest. There was only one choice that contained two parts for her. Part one was to run in the opposite direction. Part two was to conjure up as much fire as she possibly could to try and turn the encroaching water to steam to buy her even a second. She had caught many a dumb water mage off-guard with the fact that water doesn't automatically extinguish flame and, if you can get a fire hot enough, it can burn even underwater for at least a time. Combined with fire immunity and she could possibly have stood on the surface of the sun without issue from at least the heat, nevermind the amount of fire needed to merely turn water to steam. But there was a limit. Her mana. A limit she was fast approaching due to her constant immolating to drive off the aliens. As she hurried along, leaving scorching flames in her wake to try and slow the water down for even a second, she felt the first limit approach.

Every mage knows they have three limits built in, the first two of which can be bypassed but it isn't wise. The first being the point in which a mage has spend enough mana that they have only enough for one or two spells left. A very important limit as said spells can be life-savers or go to maintaining barriers. Most mages do not even attempt to touch it even in life or death situations simply because it could mean enough mana for life. The second was the point in which her reserve was entirely spent and any future casting would come at the cost of her own life force. The third... was when the mages heart could no longer function due to decay. In theory the brain could come first but a braindead mage couldn't cast and, thusly, would automatically prevent themselves from attaining such a limit. Needless to say no mage had ever hit that limit and lived.

She had just hit the first limit. She mentally got faced with a decision. Spend her final reserve and maybe buy herself a second or two, or keep it in reserve and risk drowning. She chose the later. At last her fires faded away as she dispersed her blade and focused on running as fast and hard as she could away from the water, knowing it would inevitably catch her and that, when it did, all she could hope for was to be close enough to an exit to swim the final spurt.
 
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- Thor Odinson, God of Thunder - Prison Break, Flooding and Xenomorphs -

The utter chaos that ensued following the flood was nothing short of madness, with strange, vicious, glossy black aliens practically lining the walls, being nothing like any creature Thor had ever faced in his long lifetime, not even the Chitauri came close. These monsters spewed acidic blood upon injury and harboured a secondary mouth behind their already fearsome maw, not to mention their protruding craniums and lengthy tails, seeming very "alien", at least by Earth's standards he recalled. In spite of his powers and incredible durability, Thor was still without a weapon, meaning up close combat was not smart, lest he wished to melt his own hands off by drenching them in acid blood.

So as Thor and his allies rushed to escape the waters and the beasts around them, he would support them with Lightning bolts upon the heads of the Xenomorphs intermittently. Amidst such calamity and distress, they would all have to remain steadfast and stop for nothing...Abby seemingly never got this memo, for she was freaking the hell out, begging for the release of death.

"Enough, Abby! Get a damned hold of yourself! Today is not our day to die!" Thor called out to the distressing Courier, all while keeping pace with his allies without fail, hoping to himself that there would be at least a reprieve, if not an end, to the bedlam surrounding them.

@Not_Amy


- Artis Solum, Twilight Warrior - Prison Break, Near-Death -

Artis's pleas for assistance seemingly went unheard, for the soldiers kept screaming and fleeing, the Xenomorphs couldn't careless about dying prey for now and anyone of Artis's allies from before were nowhere to be found. For a moment, Artis felt as if this was the end for him, cut down so early in his life, all by an apathetic scientist and a paranoid, unknown human government. The idea of dying now filled the boy with a desperate rage that proved to be just enough, allowing the Darkness to flow through him and temporarily sustain him through a boosted Shadowform returning. This was well timed, as Artis was soon swept up by fast moving floodwaters, carrying him through the Prison Facility in short order.

In a matter of minutes, Artis would be washed into the path of the Scattered once again, his Shadowform slowly fading off of his half-conscious body, but would be clearly visible to anyone who could heal him in a hurry.


- Lord Horus and Sub-Zero - Prison Break -

Now was not the time for talk. This sentiment was held by both the Iron Lord and Lin Kuei Grandmaster, who both followed along silently, intermittently attacking Xenomorphs through Solar Fire and Chilling Ice.
 
Ayana

While drying out her cloak, Ayana heard the sounds of grunts and flesh getting pierced coming from the very flooded room. She stepped closer to the hole to make out a body- two bodies. Looks like guards who stripped down or something. Anyhow her view is soon blocked by some black armored figure who, in her opinion, had way too many spikes and claw-like things on his armor (which makes him look like the stereotypical villian of a children's play to her). But still, he seemed to be floating upon something created by his own power so she supposed that this overly dramatic-looking figure was someone to be wary of.

@Valkan
Still, that doesn't mean she can't throw a say a thing or to to him. Besides, they seemed a little lost judging by how they were just staring at everyone. "Huh, looks like whoever tangled with you was suicidally stupid- which turned out to be terminal it looks like," she quipped casually as she put her cloak back on over her shoulders.

She points a thumb towards the lady with the giant tits (Tsunade) and the teenager wearing a black jacket (Shirou), "other overly powerful people are up there if you feel like you belong in that category."

Then... of course... that was then the scrabbling, scratching, and screeching started. More Xeno-thingies, just perfect. With a sigh and a look of exasperation, she looked back to the weirdo in weird armor, "Or rather, you stay near the back and watch the flanks yeah?"

@Wiggin
Having said that, she ran towards the one not-stupidly-powerful person she recognized: Sammy. She came up and clapped the girl on the back to try and get her out of whatever funk she might be in, "Com'on, more alien things incoming."

Just then, the big-tits lady shot out a burst of lightning- signaling that the fight as started.

Ayana shouted as she moved towards the front of the group, flashing a confident (and very toothy) grin at the human girl as she did so, "If you can keep doing that barrier thing you did earlier, now is the time! I'll help you out with my big gun!"

Before she had much time to get her bearings, the group was moving down the vents- running to where she had no idea but, maybe they would luck out somewhere along the line? That seemed to be the plan, or not-plan really. For her part in the fighting, Ayana let loose with bursts of gunfire from the ridiculous Lancer gun she was carrying. She wasn't doing as well with the strange advanced weapon as she would've liked, ending up having to walk her shots onto whatever Xenomorph was closest; but surprisingly little of the shots went to waste due to just how clumped up the horde was.

Rather all too quickly, the clip she was carrying ran out of ammo. Not knowing enough on how to get it working again, she just stuffed it into her sack and pulled out her cursed longsword. Hopefully, the enchantments on it would stand up against the xeno's acid blood if it came down to it.

She retreated back towards the front of the group, figuring the best she could do would be to catch any baddies that got past the strong people's attacks. No matter how strong you are, a good knife in the back will usually do you in after all.

Before she realized it, the big-tits lady had choke-slammed a xeno and burst through the godsdamned floor. Luckily, she and the lady had landed on their feet.

Unluckily, the xenos just didn't stop coming.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees something lunge down the hole and she brings up her sword to intercept its path, flaring her 'undead' energy through the weapon as she did so. The monster manages to get somewhat impaled on her blade and the flesh and the acid that come into contact with it are quickly decayed into dust. With a grunt and a heave, she unlodges her blade from its torso and then she brings her blade around to bite deeply into its neck. With another burst of energy, the neck decays and its head falls off.

Grunting from the exertion, she spares a glance around at the others and the environment. 'Contraband Room' huh? Must be where they keep all the useless shit they get after they determine if it's special or not. Also, it seems at least one person was holding back the monsters so everyone could get down here which was good. That gave everyone a bit of breathing room.

Feeling like this might be a good moment, she opened her maw to yell at everyone and pointed at the door blocking their way, "Everyone! Once we get in there, grab whatever weapons you can find! If you're feeling squeamish about technically stealing from someone, don't be! We're probably the only ones still alive in this damn place and I can tell you for a fact that the former owners of this shit would want you to use their stuff so you can stay alive!"

Well, probably, for all she knew some of them were probably vindictive assholes who didn't want anyone using their 'personal stuff' no matter if they were long dead and gone or not. But she didn't have to mention that.

"Also, don't grab something you can't use!" she added that for good measure. Well, speaking of that. She took the small reprieve she was getting to figure out how to reload the monstrous gun she was carrying about. Turned out to be just like loading it, you just have to press a button to take the empty ammo-clip-box-thingy first.

She looked around at the group once more, trying to pick out people who could get them through the damn door. She was going to open her mouth to speak but the sounds of Xenos coming from up above drew her attention. So Ayana raised her Lancer to point up at the hole in the ceiling- taking shots at any Xenos who were trying to be clever and sneak past the attacks of the others.

As for the door, well, some of the people here were undoubtedly experienced. They could probably figure it out a way past it without her yelling at them. Besides, she really didn't know what they could do aside from the ones that stood out in the fighting. Not the kind of place to see if someone can pick through whatever weird sciencey locks were on the door.
 
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Nomad

As Abby was tended to, the group was forced to relocate as the creatures responsible for this came for them. Due to him having no weapons and the tightness of the vents meant their getaway was seemingly null until the blonde woman choke-slammed one of the creatures through the vent and back down into the flooded corridors.

With no other option than to join her, the group jumped down one by one, outside of a room that read as "Innate Contraband." It seemed to be the only option for them to get out of this currently pincer attack from all sides. But alas, the door was locked and there was no way to get in, with breaking a poor option. Perhaps a job for a Titan, but right now they did not need the risk of ensuring the door stayed close, Nomad went to what looked like the controls for the door, Eye Dee Kay materializing out of his palm.

Without needing a verbal command, the Ghost began to emit a beam of light from what was considered to be its eye, hacking into the system.

When the doors didn't immediately open, Nomad made his thoughts known. "Please hurry up, we're losing breathing room."

"You try hacking a system that's under attack while trying to open a specific door AND prevent yourself from being afflicted with whatever assailed the system!" His Ghost rebuked.

But eventually, the door would slowly open. Nomad calling out "Everyone in!" As he went to help those who were less than able to quickly get into the room.

Game plan was, that if everyone got in, Eye Dee Kay would wirelessly close the door and they could hopefully use whatever was in the room to get out or shoot their way out...
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Jacket

Once one of the creatures showed its ugly face in the vent Jacket was watching with his gun at the ready, a quickly burst of 9mm sent the creature reeling back in its death spasm, but soon another took its place.

The group began their retreat, Jacket following suit, spraying at any of the creatures that got too close until the group began to drop through a hole that seemed to have been made by one of the group's members attacks, Jacket dropping back into the wall, he'd let out another burst before ejecting the clip in the gun, the magazine making a small splash in the water as he inserted a fresh clip and sliding the bolt atop the gun back, so a fresh bullet loaded into the chamber.

And just in time to let out another burst into one of those creatures bursting out of the darkness.

He was one of the appointed "Creature killers" while the unarmed members of their group did whatever was needed to open the door and get them the hell out of here.

And when the door opened and they'd rush through, he was thankful. As he was now down to his last clip, which was roughly thirty-two rounds but with the gun's high rate of fire, the amount could be eaten up in seconds even in bursts.
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Delsin

Due to Delsin's concussion and lack of power, he was delegated to carrying someone that looked like Artis, whom had been pulled up by Nomad, through the vents and down the hole when it was freshly made by the others, his vision was still blurry and he could fill something other than water trickle down the side of his head.

He could really go for a smoke, even just enough to not get his offensive abilities back but to heal himself back to a hundred percent. As the blurry vision, nausea, ringing in his ears were getting annoying. That and he felt like he could fall asleep at any given moment, and from what little he knew about possible concussions, that was very bad.

But luck was looking out for them as the door opened and he was rushed through with Artis' unconscious body with the aid of someone he couldn't quite make out through the haze.

He'd still hold onto Artis, but he'd call out "I think I am gonna vomit..."
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Having blown thorugh several sections of this fortress on how Xiao perceived this prison to be she left behind a trail of scorched warped and semi molten steel. The path she took was also littered witht he scorched remains of guards and xenomorphs alike. "Elgin where are you hiding!" She called out once more in that awesomely terrifying avatar state voice. Even the arrival of massive flood of water didnt slow Xiao down as it just went around her as if she was a solid rock cliff but it did seem to cool her down enough to snap her out of her fit of rage.

She followed the water currents past the sunken weapons of the guards that once lay dead in the now completely submerged hallways. only thing stopping her from joining them was her bending that was sustaining a bubble of air for her as she moved through the hallways and into a massive room. it wasnt filled yet and people were swimming at the top. Still angry as all hell she began swimming up to the surface only to come face to face with her Talia.

A quiet moment as they both stared at each other then a sudden shout from xiao. "TALIA!" That shout happened at the same time as the avatar practically leaped out of the water like a fish and hugged the wolfbat which barked happily. Both of them would now be on the xenomorph corpse raft. a couple seemed to be scorched from her previous outburst still.
 
The inside of the contraband was massive, absolutely massive, and filled with crates and boxes. Like. A lot of boxes.

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You think maybe these guys have been doing this for a while? Each box was labeled with serial numbers and identification of what's inside. Weapons with clear distinction, such as a sword, bow & arrow, assault rifle or shotgun was named as such, with a small descriptor of what the weapon looked like if they didn't know the exact name of the weapon model, and items of interest, such as descriptors of what the object looked like, and possible purpose of the item. A quick search around the area in front of the room would show a pile of boxes stacked from heavy and biggest on the bottom, to lightest and smallest to the top. They were recently packaged, and the tag descriptions were similar to the personal items of many in the group.

........ You can guess what was inside those boxes.

This whole space was filled with a collection of stuff from various people they had taken prisoner here, and besides their stuff, didn't look like anyone was coming down here to grab these boxes. To make the scenery feel even more like a mall, the music changed again to something more appropriate.

 
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The underwater scene was quite surreal. Dead bodies with several gashes and slashes floated above Dusk and Reegan, allowing for blood to slowing flow downwards and masking their vision. Orbs of green and alien liquid spattered the water, giving off a small shimmer when hit by the dim and broken lights. The tiles, having been smashed with a large wave of water, were nearly all peeled off, revealing the hard ground beneath. The furniture that was bolted to the ground was no longer, now floating with the dead and showering metal shards into the room.

Dusk had made his first move against the tree creature, causing at least some damage to its arm and allowing for it to scatter splinters into the water. It had pushed him back slightly, since he wasn’t able to gain a foothold on the broken floor. This didn’t feel right. Why did the creature’s drowned out cry seem almost familiar? Dusk did not know. The sentient plant gave him a look of… fear? Or was it sadness? It did not matter, the threat needed to be taken care of.

The outburst had distracted him slightly, having him frozen in place for several seconds. From an outside perspective, he seemed to have turned into a statue, but after a few seconds he started to shake.

Pain.

Dusk felt pain course through his entire body. Whether it was physical or not, Dusk was unsure. He needed to end this quickly, he needed to stop the pain.

Why did the name sound so familiar?

Name? how did he recognize it as a name?

Several, almost schizophrenic, thoughts flowed in and out of his mind. He remembered an image of flowers, their petals glowed with a brilliant color, slightly stained by the pain they had gone through. A fire, its scent was rotten just like the world it burned on. He then looked up to see himself in a room, filled with different creatures, one in particular was the one he was fighting. It was covered in flowers. His hand held one of the flowers. The vine that the flower was on stretched up his arm and around his body like veins. Thorns covered the stem, digging into his skin. With each individual movement, the small knives created from life slowly split his skin, revealing the black and oily blood beneath. It wasn’t particularly really, but oh did it instill a torture that could only be described as awful.

The guilt he felt after killing so many creatures had manifested itself into incomprehensible pain that could drive anyone insane.

The shell dusk’s consciousness dwelled in screamed in agony, grabbing at it’s head to lessen the pain its inhabitant had created within. Water filled his mouth, drowning out the sound into a warped garble of noise. The sword Dusk held was immediately dropped and stabbed into the ground, providing a satisfying chink as it sank into the tiles. Red tears, similar to the color of blood, flowed from the eye sockets he called eyes and up to the surface. He needed to kill them, but why? What had made him do this?! The voice inside his head did not know, since it was also screaming. Everything was screaming. The walls, his mind, even his own body, screamed in their own way. It was unbearable! The large creature sank to its knees, quieting down and eventually silently sobbing. The mouth on his face slowly began to close up as his sobbing quieted down and he became silent. Dusk had returned to his original state, but his mind had been scarred eternally from the experience. This wasn’t a blackout like before, he had willingly succumbed to it, and it caused a terrible guilt within him.

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Once again, a lot of stuff happened in the span of a few minutes. Trigger had first helped the courier regain consciousness, with the help of the well endowed lady that had helped him earlier. He had nicknamed her jugs earlier, but was surprised it had spread quickly to the Abby as soon as she woke up. The little moment would have been hilarious to Trigger, if they didn’t immediately had the giant black aliens attack their group. The girl, who had already shoved one foot into the grave, started to run for the aliens.

“What the fuck!?” Trigger shouted, obviously annoyed that she was running to her death immediately after saving her. He flung his arms into the arm into a semi-shrug. “And great! HOW ARE THESE GUYS STILL ALIVE!?” Trigger continued, pointing into the horde of creatures. If only he had his gun, then he could at least defend himself from these things. Just as he was thinking that, he heard the words “Hey, catch!” from behind him and was immediately hit in the back of the head with a thrown gun. Trigger turned to see that it was the girl with white hair from earlier. He wanted to shout back at her, but was more focused on grabbing the weapon and using it against the creatures. When he picked up, he recognized it as his own. How had this girl gotten it? Didn’t matter at this point. “Do you have any more of my stuff?” he shouted back in the midst of the chaos. She apparently did, since she threw his mask and knife at him, hitting him in the chin. He was definitely getting some karma. “Fucking…” he muttered, ignoring it. Trigger quickly strapped the modified gas mask onto his face and was relieved to see that it’s filter was working. Looking up, he saw that the white haired girl was then absent, having fallen down into the hole that jugs had made. There was no way Trigger was staying with these creatures, so he followed them.

Down into the hole, the group had entered a larger room with huge metal blast doors at one end. This room looked to be in a much better shape than the one they were last in, since the walls looked to be regularly cleaned along with the room not being flooded. It probably was like this since the more dangerous of items were housed behind the large blast doors. There was a plaque put onto one of the terminals that was wired up to the door reading “contraband room.” Trigger barely noticed any of these details however, since he had his mind set on the task of shooting any of the xenomorphs that entered through the hole. His gun would overheat every so often, but it was safe since the other people covered his back for him. This was an entirely new experience to Trigger, having never really worked in a group before.

After a few minutes, the door behind Trigger slowly opened to reveal a large room filled to the brim with boxes. It looked to be a warehouse of some sort, housing an array of dangerous items that might be of some use. Some boxes were in better shape than others, depending on the amount of time they had been there. Some of the boxes made a strange whirring noise while others were strangely vibrating. It didn’t matter what was in there, it had to be better than the aliens.

“Whoever did that, figure out a way to close those doors when we get in there!” Trigger shouted behind him. All this shouting was honestly putting a strain on his voice. Turning, he instantly appeared in the room and waited to see if his orders were heard. If the doors were closed, the group could at least get a little rest from the creatures behind the gigantic metal door. Trigger turned back around, continuing to provide cover for people coming in. This totally felt strange.

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Sammy was still trying to process the amount of death she had seen that day when Ayana patted her on the back and told her to get a move on. It was a little jarring, seeing that Sammy still had the horrified faces of all those dead people imprinted onto her mind, but now wasn’t really the time to focus on it. She nodded, seeing how words wouldn’t really do much at the moment. From behind her, she heard the screech of a nearby xenomorph, and let loose a concussive blast of energy. It wouldn’t really damage the creature, since all the energy she had stored up was just a lunge from one of those things, but it would at least render it immobile for a few seconds. Battle was definitely not her thing, so she just stood back and batted away a few aliens that lunged at her.

From behind Sammy, she heard a resounding voice shouting “What the fuck?!” and probably several other curses. It was the guy that had smashed into her chin earlier. Noticing how he didn’t have any weaponry, she decided to throw on of the weapons she had found him. “Hey jackass! Catch!” she shouted over, chucking the gun she had. The guy didn’t seem to notice it, resulting in him being hit in the back of the head. Sammy didn’t really hear what else he said in the midst of the chaos, but decided to throw the other items she discovered just in case. This guy was just awful at catching.

The girl then turned back around to see a very large-breasted woman smash one of the aliens into the floor, ripping a hole into the vent. It stretched out and caused Sammy to fall in too. She fell into a large room with a sign saying contraband and all that. It was all said before. Some more of the aliens fell down and tried to attack, only to be killed by more people in the group. When the large doors opened, Sammy ran in and opened one of the boxes in a panic, trying to find at least something useful. She had no idea what most of the stuff was, so she just resorted to shooting weak energy blasts into the horde of oncoming aliens.
 
Lucent fluid seeps from Reegan's wound where pinpoints of light show beneath tangles of dense wood and sheared vines. The injured arm dropped to one side she stood up straight as Dusk froze. Eyes relaxing their sad strain to one of worry and confusion as the large black form started to shake. Firmly gripping plant feet shuffle forward toward the one that just attacked her even if she wasn't sure they were still a threat. Reegan chose it by concern for Dusk that the anger broke way to pain. Destruction of a friend, in any sense, not the least her goal.

As the huge bone sword dropped in front sliced into the floor her mind went to the doctor's advice. When the weapons come out people stop thinking. That sword was a conduit of death in barb and edge as much of Nahlotkunoth's living will. Its substance a thing to which her powers most certainly subscribed. With the pain she saw wracking her friend the wrath had left that locus outside rightful contention.

Reegan stopped to eye the hilt that rose above her shoulder with stern focus then looked to the suffering one. There was a way to ease their suffering knowing she could not keep the weapon from them. Reegan's hair waved in showers of drifting petals as the strongest oakflesh arm grasped the large hilt. Dusk sank to his knees with a green flash of a sunrise beaming through the petals. As the Spriggan took possession of the sword gliding it to one side.

Her own green tears streamed through the water seeing a soul in suffering. Vengeful spirits that refuse to leave until dragging down the target of their hatred or destroying their mind. Endless screams both of wrath and anguish. Darkness and remorse both somewhere deep in the maw of voices she heard through the sword.

So the Walker of the End called them home as she took the sword in both hands. Inner light brightened in loud hums of Nirnroot as it took time in her weakened state to build power. Eyes press tightly shut to focus her diminished tempest the good arm tensed at the haft. A weakened hand let go in front of the sobbing Dusk as Reegan's arm strained and split the haft sinking within her forearm. Larger inside than out the large weapon vanished within her body as the warmth of light and flower within her opened across Dusk's sky. Clouds of red and bone pour through the water diminish not her warmth. Dead human bodies turning to ash within the water or rising with crackling bones to shamble to the hole pouring ash and bone downward. Spirits dragged toward her spirit portal onward to the dreamsleeve to return to eternity as they will.

Even though the cloud of red and ash obscured her body's inner light moved to Dusk. Close enough that she could reach down for his hand. The bone handle emerging from her back sheathed within her body. A conduit that allowed something perhaps this one did not seem to have. That they had been heard. An arm bleeding luminous green wrapped around Dusk's shoulder under the murky water.

Her words as before arriving to Dusk as before despite the lack of air, "I cannot silence your wrath nor keep you from it. I can lend my strength to muffle it. You chose wrath and so you can choose peace. Let your friends help you bear the weight."
 
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Ryan Zokkendov

Ryan's head was a blurry mess. Some minutes passed by, although they felt like hours. Ryan briefly passed out as he was brought up. Upon doing so, his body got to work. The air around him started to get hot and water started evaporating, strengthening him. A particularly loud noise returned him to his senses minutes later. He took a look around. Vents and monsters all around. He was not 100% yet, so for now, he headed for where the group was going. A hole in the vent. While also blasting fire at the monsters to keep them at bay.
Oddly enough, this new room was not flooded. After a quick scan, he noticed the label of the door that the group was trying to open. Probably where these lowly pricks store the things they stole from their victims. A good chance to find himself something nice to help him and his companions to get the hell out of here.

He couldn't quite help yet, so while this was happening, he continued to regain heat. The water was gone by now. So, with a final exhalation he enveloped himself in flames for a few seconds.

"Aaah, I needed that!"

Feeling much better, Ryan headed for the recently opened door. What was on the other side shocked him, even when he was expecting something of the sort. Hearing a distant comment on how these things probably belonged to now dead people. Something he couldn't disagree with. So, he decided to honor their former owners by using their things to his best. With his incredible speed he ran across the halls of the storage while checking for names of things he might be able to use in battle.

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Constantine Nero

As Nero rose to the vents completely, a dragon-human hybrid spoke to him. Right before he could actually answer to that, arcs of lightning started flying off. Once she noticed, the hybrid suggested for him to watch the back. Without much consideration, he nodded. Then, he jumped into the vent creating spikes that drilled into the monsters repeatedly, slowly advancing backwards as he kept on the offense. A few meters later, he fell on the hole created by one of those "overly powerful" most likely.
On his way down he flipped his body to land superhero style. He immediately created black chains, which dagger like tips and links were sharp, protruded from his back and started cutting away from a distance the incoming beasts. Slowly backing into the storage room while he was at it. Once the door closed, the chains and armor melded back into the fabrics of his suit. He then fell to a knee, breathing heavily.