Red Hood
Jason got more and more impatient as silence from the armored man in the green cloak before him didn't really answer, just stared at them, slowly looking between everyone of their number. Feeling like a specimen underneath a microscope. Until the man's gaze lingered on someone, which Jason turned to see who he was looking at, of whom turned out to be the injured rat person.
"Yeah, we got someone injured so if you got a med-" Jason was cut off by a familiar green bolt of energy annihilating the hell out of the rat person or where she was, as when the smoke cleared, not even pieces were left.
"What the fuck?!" He turned back, his hand reaching for his guns but was stopped when he saw the man's palms aimed at him. And the fact the soldiers turned their attention to them, seemingly daring anyone to retaliate so they could be given a reason to kill another. Jason reluctantly moved his hands away from his holstered guns. While he didn't know the injured person at all, not even the gender or anything. Jason didn't take kindly to random acts such as this, or at least random to his eyes.
"I hope there's a
real good explanation for what just happened here." He said to the man pointing his palm at Jason.
But then something occurred, two more people dropped down in a burst of green light, making Jason think he had just gotten blasted. The first one looked to be a woman that must be not human due to the fact she just took a fall like that like it was nothing. The second newcomer sounded like he was part of some group, like maybe a cop force or something. The brief distraction giving Jason time to weigh his options a bit more, such as distance to cover, or something to break sight with the armored man as proven by what occurred previously and currently with the robots and the former rat person. Those palm beams were something to not play with. And God knows what the metal was made out of, as it could be something that even his ammo couldn't pierce. Or maybe it could, but he wasn't wanting to stay within distance of the man's attacks if he could help it.
The soldiers looked coordinated and well positioned, even if he ran and broke sight with the cloaked armored man, they'd still be a problem. He could take down maybe three or four before taking a burst to the grave.
The whole situation didn't look good at all. He couldn't attack as that was a death wish in of itself. But retreating would require something more concrete than just a random guy showing up. Of whom might be able to create a opening, one that Jason is gonna use to get the fuck out of here.
This wasn't looking good....
@Wade Von Doom @Wiggin @Prince Spring @Not_Amy @Henryboy003 @Whoever-Else-I-Missed
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Wesker
"We lack proper medical supplies." The blonde would make himself known as he walked up next to Victor, whom was aiming his palm at the red helmeted individual before him. "I trust you've heard of triage? Where doctors with limited supplies made choices on if someone would live or die, that is what Victor did. He merely spared the person from suffering a slow death, and saved us supplies from being wasted on someone who would die anyways."
The tone which Wesker adopted was akin to someone explaining to an unruly child why something occurred.
But before he himself could continue with the others, more people showed up. Which could mean more 'assets' for their group to use, or at the very least, experiment on. As the current group already looked to make at least decent test subjects should they not be willing to join their more 'extreme' views.
"Victor, we should get our newfound allies back to our humble abode. Last thing we need is undesired attention from the 'locals.' " Referring to the group that hounded anyone not from their world like starving hounds to scraps of food. Which he personally couldn't blame as neither Victor or anyone of their little number was really out to help them. Hell all this was simply providing him with potential test subjects and specimens. Which would be a good counter to whatever the government used against them as supposedly the locals had a Tyrant model amongst their ranks.
But said report was given from a recruit that later died by Victor's orders for "reporting falsities." When he nearly got a large group of Radec's men killed. So even if he was lying, his body now served their purposes by being the melting pot for whatever Wesker could scrap together.
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Jotaro Kujo
The Marine Biologist was used to unexpected things occurring, such as Joseph's son tricking him with his mother's photo to steal his wallet using Crazy Diamond to reform the picture and with it the wallet. Or the fact that Joseph adopted a baby that could turn not only herself and anything around her invisible.
Just another addition to the weird family that was the Joestars.
But he wasn't expecting a sudden flash of green light that left his vision filled with nothing but that damnable light, and the feeling of being weightless and just floating, or at least until ground reformed a meter or two beneath his feet. Landing just a bit roughly that left a dull pain in his knees, he couldn't quite see the area around him as the after effect of the green light still plagued his eyes, making him have to sit and wait til he could properly see again. As without his sight, Star Platinum's vision would also be hindered, thus he couldn't properly defend himself in the event he was attacked.
But that left his other senses to pick up certain things he noted. Such as the cold wind blowing against buildings and the lack of anything but that. Like he was somewhere dead. At least until he heard an all too familiar sound of an explosion, one that filled him with a cold dread. Did Kira somehow activate his ability from beyond the grave and Jotaro had managed to remember the trip?
This was his thoughts until his vision returned to him. And before him was the almost too barren remains of what was a city, buildings and streets looking like a it had gone through repeat abuse from
something.
"Good grief." He spoke to himself as he looked around for anyone, in particular anyone from their little group that hunted down Kira or Joseph and the baby. As while Joseph could handle himself despite his age, the geezer would have trouble defending himself and a baby who could only turn invisible.
Upon not finding anyone, he turned to the direction the explosion came from, the remains of building blocking the path. Jotaro began to make his way around to see if the serial killer that had died unintentionally by their hands was back and needing another beatdown. Walking past debris and whatever remained of cars, and finally through a building with a small hole in the wall, Jotaro would soon find out what caused the explosion in the first place, and to his shock it wasn't Kira. But seemed to be a group of people at a standoff.
Using the building as cover to hide the fact he was in an all white outfit, he could just make out details like a green cloak, a red helmet among other things. But he couldn't see the front of said person in the green cloak. And due to the distance he was at, Jotaro couldn't make out what was being said, due the fact he couldn't see some of the numbers' faces due either being from his current position or the fact some where wearing masks or helmets thus blocking the ability to read lips.
He was so focused on trying to read lips and see more details he nearly missed movement in his peripherals.
Nearly.
Adjusting his gaze to where the movement was, all he could see was someone's leg just moving out of view behind another building. 'Seems like someone else is doing the exact thing I'm doing. Trying to figure out what's going on.' He thought to himself. Could be Joseph or maybe Josuke or one of his friends. The only thing was that he was going to have to cross the street to get to where he saw the leg, in full view in an all white outfit, which made Jotaro briefly regret his choice in colors, but the outfit was nice and custom made. And if there was one thing Jotaro enjoyed, it was fine clothes.
Slowly making his way to the open doorway of the building he was using as cover, he glanced out to judge the distance. A couple of feet or so, but all he had to do was make it at least halfway because he could then get behind a car or what remained of one, then continue.
Bracing himself for the dash he was going to have to do. He would bring forth Star Platinum, the seven foot five Stand of his appearing behind Jotaro, before the man would speak. "Star Platinum: The World." Time briefly slowed as his Stand's ability activated before ultimately stopping, the gap in between was used by Jotaro to get a headstart as he only had two seconds to get into cover.
One second, he made it five feet, his legs moving with all the speed he could muster, he only needed to make it three more.
Two seconds had passed, time beginning to resume just as Jotaro made it near the ruined remains of a car, crouching down so he was out of view. Just close enough to the building near where the leg had went behind that he could sneak around with having to reactivate his Stand's ability. Keeping low as much as one who was six foot five could manage, he crept close to the building, beginning to make his way around to the back. Now he was expecting to see the withered face of Joseph or the weird hairdo of Josuke or the short frame of Koichi, but not a cowboy and a small number of people crouched in hiding looking at the other group.
Just what was going on?
@Wade Von Doom
