Murder Game VI: Fusion

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@Wedge Antilles

Trina smirked, "I heard your question speedy, or do you have a better name?", she squinted at him a little trying to decide what to tell him, figuring he came to the Terminal Room for mysteries, "Ok, how about this, you get a letter, when I trust you a little more, you get another, until you have my name. Sound fair?", she couldn't risk too many people knowing she was here but, she bit her lip, this one was cute.
 
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@Wedge Antilles

Trina smirked, "I heard your question speedy, or do you have a better name?", she squinted at him a little trying to decide what to tell him, figuring he came to the Terminal Room for mysteries, "Ok, how about this, you get a letter, when I trust you a little more, you get another, until you have my name. Sound fair?", she couldn't risk too many people knowing she was here but, she bit her lip, this one was cute.
"I don't know if I can trust you though." He didn't want to trust her but her looks were getting in the way.

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"But you can just call me Peter. Or Pietro. Either one. Doesn't matter. Speedy's not my name though."
 
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Trina winked at him, "Nor will you until you need me I guess, but right now, I need an ally, so I have your back if you got mine, T is your first letter, and to show you I mean business, R is the second".

She walked past him over to the computers, and began typing a code into it, one she'd used previously, and a buzzer went off elsewhere. "So Pietro, I like that, suits you, shall we crack this thing?", she asked him.
 
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After Luke searched through most of the library and finds out a lot of information, he decided to return to the Waiting room. He had noticed earlier that a girl about his age with dark hair walk in and decided to talk to her. "Hello, my name is Luke. What's yours?" He asked as he held out his hand for a handshake.
 
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On the Hunt for a Keen

Lizzy had been avoiding him. That never boded well and usually ended badly. Granted, this was often his fault, but the girl just couldn't seem to understand that the things he did that ended up driving her away were often for her own good. So he would not apologize to her, but maybe he could get her to come back. Why she came to some dinky old island was anyone's guess, though. The place was beyond Reddington's reach. He knew what everyone else did, which was extremely little.

Upon arriving by helicopter, he smiled pleasantly at the guards that escorted them in. The available options didn't really pique his interest, though, so he mostly just waited for Lizzy to arrive.

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@Anyone​
 
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Rose didn't tell any of the Titans where she was going for her break. That was a secret and thankfully no one ever really asked except for a few. She had fooled Cassie, Conner, and Tim, while Raven just never really asked much when she wished to keep to herself and Raven also was the one who convinced Garfield everything should be fine. Rose was thankful for that. Before heading across the bridge Rose put on her mask. Then walked over as she was escorted she felt like she was for once being treated like how most of the Titans were when met by civilians which to her was a first. She didn't smiled but followed and nodded soon she was meeting her guide. "Alright thank you for the map." She told him then went to sit in the waiting room. Who she would find still hanging around she did not know she just hoped it wouldn't be another one of her team well except for maybe Kid Devil, she did kind of wanted to tell Eddie where she would be if he wasn't a big mouth to Tim all the time.

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Luke smiled at River and said, "Pleasure to meet you River. I'm well." He was happy to meet someone new. "Did you have a nice time getting here?" He asked pleasantly.
 
PROLOGUE - Ashes to Ashes

Ring around the rosie
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, Ashes,
We all fall down

A young girl hastily ran through the misty fog of the Wolfswood, wearing the rags of a peasant boy and the scabbard of a tiny rapier affectionately known as "Needle" wrapped around her waist. Her breathing was erratic, heaving up and down in a mad swirling rush of adrenaline and fear as mud splashed upon her leather boots. The fog grew denser and thicker as time progressed, the young princess known as Arya Stark occasionally glancing behind her into these haunting woods. Shadowy outlines of silhouettes greeted her vision, eerily stumbling towards the child, dotting the horizon like a mesh of white and black. Suppressing a scream, Arya pushed herself forwards, spotting an faint yet alluring orange light illuminating ahead of her from this ghastly fog. Pushing herself forwards, collapsing and rolling onto the ground from sheer exhaustion as she tumbled out of the Wolfswood, the fierce She-Wolf prompted herself onto her knees, her fearful ash eyes staring at what was before her.
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The scent of death, the flare of embers, and the sight of smoke all faded from Arya's senses. Her body went limp, sitting upon her knees a defeated soul. Quivering breath and trembling soul, the wolfish child briefly glanced behind her, spotting the shadowy, abyssal abominations still stumbling slowly towards her as if they were shambling corpses of faceless men and women. Gently facing ahead at the horror that was the ruins before her, Arya unsheathed Needle, letting it lay snugly upon her lap. Memories of a peaceful yore flashed through her mind, the youngest Stark daughter unable to keep her dignity together as tears streamed down her cheek.
Ring around the rosie
What do you suppose
We can do

To fight the darkness
In which we drown.

Sorrow and unsung grief became fury and hollowness. The girl clenched the hilt of Needle tightly, feeling the skin of her hands dig into the strung leather. Striking the earth with the rapier, her entire body consumed by rage, the youngest Stark daughter couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. Soon, that giggle evolved into a chuckle, into a laugh, and finally, into the maniacally, crazed mesh of both laughing and weeping that Arya endured, falling onto her back. Staring up into the skies, the shadowy, abyssal figures surrounded her, feeling a thousand hands pull and tug at the shell of her body, the pain escaping her senses as her world corroded into nothingness
Ring a͏r̡̐̿̌o̓ͫ̈́҉u̅ͥ̃n̎̈́ͧͤͥ͆d̶̋ the rosie
This evil thing it h̩̹a̦̭̪u̯͖̮n̼̦͉͖͔̕ts me.

L͕͉͚̞ͅO̶̘̳S̫̦̘̝̀T͈̝ ̷O͉̙̙̠̺̠͘N̺̯̰̼͓͎E̱͍͚̙͈S͍̮̖̦̻͍̦ S̹̝̰̘̺̜U̘̟̺͇͔͘RR̴̻̜̫ͅǪ̮̮UN̬D̦̪͓ ͍̥̥͞ͅM̱̲̼E̴̤̹̱

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"I can't fall down"
Arya sat alone downstairs at the buffet, no food before, just her arms propped on the table and the hauntingly disturbing words escaping the troubled child's lips.

@Anyone downstairs



 
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Prologue: You know this one time....


The day was over, and what a day it was. Ellis and his friends finally made it to New Orleans, the end of their journey. Few hours earlier he was fighting for his life on a bridge that was falling apart as his group rushed to the military. Now? He was on a military ship, resting. Shit, what a day. His buddy Keith probably wouldn't believe all the shit he did on his way to New Orleans. Ellis would close his eyes as he laid on the coat.

That's when shit got weird.

When he opened his eyes, Ellis was now standing, not on the ship, and could see and hear a talking cat. How did he get here? Ellis didn't seem to care as he Followed the cat to the library.


As Ellis followed the cat, he turn his attention to the young woman. Listening to her question to the other person in the group, Ellis would give his two cents. He came in like a hurricane, but seemed really nice, and down. T o earth

"Shit! I'm just follow 'cuz our tour guid is a dang talkin' cat! Ain't ever seen anythang like dat before. One time m uh Buddy Keith said he saw a talkin' dog, but turns out it was just some hobo behind the dog! Any, my names Ellis, m y friends call me El. Well, they don't really, but kindsa wish they would. Nevermind, just call me Ellis. Nice t o meet ya. What about ya two?"

@Librarian Cat @Mari
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Patchouli Knowledge Prologue
"Outsider from Gensokyo"

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Amongst the silence, a violet-haired librarian paid more attention to her own book than anything else. She just sat there at the Waiting Room, not considering the library as she deemed her own library back in the Scarlet Devil Mansion to be superior. To her, spending time to read her own books that she brought along with her were better than doing anything else here, even if she were sent here by her old friend to learn of how the Outside World has changed.

"Pache, ever wondered how the Outside World around Gensokyo has changed?"

"You mean the world that we came from to get here in the first place..."

"Exactly Pache! Here's the deal. The Youkai of Boundaries offered a chance to go to the Outside World for a certain tournament, but since I don't want to get myself in a scuffle, I have a feeling that it's best that you go."

"It must be because you know of my expertise with spells. I don't mind going, Miss Scarlet."

"Then it's settled! Let's get you set up pronto!"


"... I hope this is not a mistake, Remilia," Patchouli whispers to herself as she turned the page of her old book. As much as she pondered that this action of hers and Remilia's was a mistake, or a blessing. She couldn't tell, especially when she just got here...

@anybody in the waiting room​
 
Touma Kamijou: Prologue - The One Who Became A Protagonist by Mistake

In his world, Touma Kamijou was split between two political sides that were barely aware of each other. The Magic Side and the Science Side. He was the one who maintained peace between the two, but ever since the secret invasion of Academy City, tensions had risen. This was visible when his usual, so calm and composed friend, Motoharu Tsuchimikado, seemed so uneasy and stressed compared to usual. Then again, being a triple agent must be hard work. That would have probably explained his demeanor and change in attitude when Tsuchimikado had assigned Touma the job of investigating a mysterious tour that supposedly provided unspeakable power, notably immortality, to those who attended. Naturally, this demanded the attention of people around, and taking advantage of Touma's lack of ambition for something as grand as immortality, Tsuchimikado had the spiky-haired young man look into the tour. Fuse was a strange substance that did not pop up in any of Academy City's records, thus, it almost alarmed the higher-ups of Academy City, and unbeknownst to Touma, the city's leader, Aleister Crowley. But that was another story that was not Touma's business. At least, not yet.

He could remember the words that Tsuchimikado had left him with. They rang in his ears, as if they were foreshadowing some sort of sick Game that he didn't know about.

Careful, Kami-yan. This place sounds dangerous. You might not be able to save everyone.

Appearing in the midst of the tour like the rest of the participants, Touma ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. "Good grief... all these people. Well, hopefully, it'll be easy to infiltrate this place..." He murmured to himself, examining his surroundings and the people present, raising an eyebrow. Something was wrong. Espers and magicians were respectively those of the Science Side and the Magic Side. If they were to ever meet, it would cause complications for the world as he knew it. But, judging from their presences if not their powers, they were indeed espers and magicians. At least, he could infer this from examining Cole and Patchouli.

Sighing, he decided to approach Patchouli, seeing as she was the one who seemed more available at the moment. Going up to the somewhat meek-looking girl, Touma offered a wave.

"Yo. Here for the tour too?" He asked, pocketing his hands as he spoke to Patchouli, before extending his left hand for a handshake, "I'm Kamijou. Touma Kamijou."

He made damn well sure that he was shaking with his left hand because if it was his right hand, it might not end well. That was when he recounted the time he accidentally made a girl's dress explode from just a touch, just because his right hand disabled anything with magic properties. Such misfortune.

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At the back of the crowd, stood a massive specimen of robotic technology. The figure was easily over 7 ft tall and was quite bulky. Another thing that stuck about this being was that it was in extremely poor shape. Wires hung from it's body and most of it's right ear was missing, revealing more gears and wires, as well as dried blood. Gashes and tears were riddled throughout it's body, exposing it's internal workings in some areas, It was a faded gold color, with a rabbit like appearance.

It's name was Springtrap, or more correctly, his name was Springtrap, as it was identified as a male. Springtrap wasn't sure really why he came, was for the promise of immortality? or was it to actually have any sort of contact for the first time in three decades?

He decided on the later choice, it wasn't like he didn't enjoy the idea of never being able to be scrapped. Honestly though, he just wanted to have a companion. He had been stuck in that back room for so long, he went a little whacko. But could you blame him? The closest thing he had to a friend was that security guard who watched over Fazbear Fright, but he was gone as well.

Quietly, Springtrap snuffled over to a seat and sat down in the chair. He tried his best to appear as non threatening as possible

@Anyone
 
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Touma Kamijou: Prologue - The One Who Became A Protagonist by Mistake

In his world, Touma Kamijou was split between two political sides that were barely aware of each other. The Magic Side and the Science Side. He was the one who maintained peace between the two, but ever since the secret invasion of Academy City, tensions had risen. This was visible when his usual, so calm and composed friend, Motoharu Tsuchimikado, seemed so uneasy and stressed compared to usual. Then again, being a triple agent must be hard work. That would have probably explained his demeanor and change in attitude when Tsuchimikado had assigned Touma the job of investigating a mysterious tour that supposedly provided unspeakable power, notably immortality, to those who attended. Naturally, this demanded the attention of people around, and taking advantage of Touma's lack of ambition for something as grand as immortality, Tsuchimikado had the spiky-haired young man look into the tour. Fuse was a strange substance that did not pop up in any of Academy City's records, thus, it almost alarmed the higher-ups of Academy City, and unbeknownst to Touma, the city's leader, Aleister Crowley. But that was another story that was not Touma's business. At least, not yet.

He could remember the words that Tsuchimikado had left him with. They rang in his ears, as if they were foreshadowing some sort of sick Game that he didn't know about.

Careful, Kami-yan. This place sounds dangerous. You might not be able to save everyone.

Appearing in the midst of the tour like the rest of the participants, Touma ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. "Good grief... all these people. Well, hopefully, it'll be easy to infiltrate this place..." He murmured to himself, examining his surroundings and the people present, raising an eyebrow. Something was wrong. Espers and magicians were respectively those of the Science Side and the Magic Side. If they were to ever meet, it would cause complications for the world as he knew it. But, judging from their presences if not their powers, they were indeed espers and magicians. At least, he could infer this from examining Cole and Patchouli.

Sighing, he decided to approach Patchouli, seeing as she was the one who seemed more available at the moment. Going up to the somewhat meek-looking girl, Touma offered a wave.

"Yo. Here for the tour too?" He asked, pocketing his hands as he spoke to Patchouli, before extending his left hand for a handshake, "I'm Kamijou. Touma Kamijou."

He made damn well sure that he was shaking with his left hand because if it was his right hand, it might not end well. That was when he recounted the time he accidentally made a girl's dress explode from just a touch, just because his right hand disabled anything with magic properties. Such misfortune.

@Gummi Bunnies @Atomyk @Anyone else​
Her eyes darted upwards to a boy that had walked up to her... Well, given that she never left outside her library until now, it was obvious that this would be a socially awkward encounter.

"...Patchouli Knowledge. Nicknamed the "Great Unmoving Library" and the "Seven-Days Magician." Resident Librarian of the Scarlet Devil Mansion," the violet-haired librarian recites her personal information as her eyes rested back to her spell book, turning to the next page. She didn't really accept the handshake gesture.

"I am only here for research purposes... for a friend of mine. That is all," Patchouli then adds, catching the question regarding the tour. That really was it, but she really wasn't a social person to begin with... She eyed another that was nearby, but guessed that he was another of the "Outside World" just like everyone else.

@Verite @Atomyk
 
Prologue: Doing What One Was Programmed For

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Looking out of the viewport of the small YT-2000 transport as it settled down on the landing platform, C-3PO couldn't help but shudder in fear, anxiety, and excitement. This was his first solo mission for the Rebellion and he was as nervous as he was excited.

It had only been a few weeks since the Rebellion had received the mysterious transmission. The Rebel leaders concluded that this 'Fuse' substance would greatly benefit their fight against the Galactic Empire and that they would send a representative to the tour. And C-3PO was chosen as the perfect candidate for the mission, at the recommendedation from the protocol droid's master, Luke Skywalker, of course.

"Sir," The Rebel trooper who piloted vessel spoke up, snapping Threepio out his train of thought, "this is where you get off." he said, motioning towards the two guards approaching the ship.

"Oh. Yes, of course." The droid said, getting up from his seat and exiting the cockpit. Best not to keep his host, whoever he or she was, waiting.

Walking down the transport's landing ramp, Threepio proceeded to say his usual introductory greeting. "Hello, I am C-3-"

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However, he was interrupted by one of the soldiers, "Threepio, yes we know who you are. Please, follow us to the welcoming room." He told the droid before escorting him across the bridge.

Once in the facility, they brought him into a rather extravagant room.

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"Oh my." Threepio said in awe, looking around the room. Their host really wanted to make his guest fell comfortable. Threepio was quite confident that he was the perfect choice for this mission. He noticed there were also sorts of different kinds of beings in this room. Some recognized, some he didn't. The protocol droid wandered around room, looking over some of the luxurious decor, as he waited for their host to return.

@Any who wish to interact with C-3PO​
 
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PROLOGUE - Ashes to Ashes

Ring around the rosie
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, Ashes,
We all fall down

A young girl hastily ran through the misty fog of the Wolfswood, wearing the rags of a peasant boy and the scabbard of a tiny rapier affectionately known as "Needle" wrapped around her waist. Her breathing was erratic, heaving up and down in a mad swirling rush of adrenaline and fear as mud splashed upon her leather boots. The fog grew denser and thicker as time progressed, the young princess known as Arya Stark occasionally glancing behind her into these haunting woods. Shadowy outlines of silhouettes greeted her vision, eerily stumbling towards the child, dotting the horizon like a mesh of white and black. Suppressing a scream, Arya pushed herself forwards, spotting an faint yet alluring orange light illuminating ahead of her from this ghastly fog. Pushing herself forwards, collapsing and rolling onto the ground from sheer exhaustion as she tumbled out of the Wolfswood, the fierce She-Wolf prompted herself onto her knees, her fearful ash eyes staring at what was before her.
tumblr_m52zccZHzk1qb9ftxo1_500.gif

The scent of death, the flare of embers, and the sight of smoke all faded from Arya's senses. Her body went limp, sitting upon her knees a defeated soul. Quivering breath and trembling soul, the wolfish child briefly glanced behind her, spotting the shadowy, abyssal abominations still stumbling slowly towards her as if they were shambling corpses of faceless men and women. Gently facing ahead at the horror that was the ruins before her, Arya unsheathed Needle, letting it lay snugly upon her lap. Memories of a peaceful yore flashed through her mind, the youngest Stark daughter unable to keep her dignity together as tears streamed down her cheek.
Ring around the rosie
What do you suppose
We can do

To fight the darkness
In which we drown.

Sorrow and unsung grief became fury and hollowness. The girl clenched the hilt of Needle tightly, feeling the skin of her hands dig into the strung leather. Striking the earth with the rapier, her entire body consumed by rage, the youngest Stark daughter couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. Soon, that giggle evolved into a chuckle, into a laugh, and finally, into the maniacally, crazed mesh of both laughing and weeping that Arya endured, falling onto her back. Staring up into the skies, the shadowy, abyssal figures surrounded her, feeling a thousand hands pull and tug at the shell of her body, the pain escaping her senses as her world corroded into nothingness
Ring a͏r̡̐̿̌o̓ͫ̈́҉u̅ͥ̃n̎̈́ͧͤͥ͆d̶̋ the rosie
This evil thing it h̩̹a̦̭̪u̯͖̮n̼̦͉͖͔̕ts me.

L͕͉͚̞ͅO̶̘̳S̫̦̘̝̀T͈̝ ̷O͉̙̙̠̺̠͘N̺̯̰̼͓͎E̱͍͚̙͈S͍̮̖̦̻͍̦ S̹̝̰̘̺̜U̘̟̺͇͔͘RR̴̻̜̫ͅǪ̮̮UN̬D̦̪͓ ͍̥̥͞ͅM̱̲̼E̴̤̹̱

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"I can't fall down"
Arya sat alone downstairs at the buffet, no food before, just her arms propped on the table and the hauntingly disturbing words escaping the troubled child's lips.

@Anyone downstairs

Arya would suddenly see a plate of some assorted foods getting dropped down next to her. "Hey there."

If Arya looked up she'd find a friendly face looking down at her.

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"You look like you could use a friend...and a bath but that's not as important."
 
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"HELLS!" Arya screeched, the ragged, dirty princess stumbling out of her seat, bewildered at a sight of crimson, eight-eyed woman beaming down upon her. Her heart nearly collapsed in her bosom, the metal twanging of Needle being unsheathed from her scabbard. It was a bit of a hasty reaction, but granted, the Northerner wasn't accustomed to seeing armless eight-eyed spider ladies back in The North. Hearing her erratic, unsteady breathing, the petite tomboy of fifteen years and just above five feet stood shakily.

Feeling Needle dance in her hands, the vengeful child slowly lowered her rapier, although still had the blade pointed towards the strange spider-lady just in case. Many individuals of different creeds had arrived in this "Fusion Forge" as Arya calls it, ranging from purposes of simple power to untamed greed. Whilst she was not so different, the youngest daughter of Eddard Stark arrived for rightful justice, holding no other alternatives to her lonesome path.

"Piss off, I'm not that dirty, m'lady." the Stark pouted, her tone rough and sarcastic as she slowly taking her seat back with Needle still pointed at the strange lady. The crossdresser, edging towards her seat but not taking one, practically shot daggers from her small eyes into the eight of the Stalk's. "So, uhm...y-you are real, a'ye? Or I am just s-some daft git now?" the brunette questioned, wondering if her own sanity was crumbling at this point.

@Jeremi

 
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"HELLS!" Arya screeched, the ragged, dirty princess stumbling out of her seat, bewildered at a sight of crimson, eight-eyed woman beaming down upon her. Her heart nearly collapsed in her bosom, the metal twanging of Needle being unsheathed from her scabbard. It was a bit of a hasty reaction, but granted, the Northerner wasn't accustomed to seeing armless eight-eyed spider ladies back in The North. Hearing her erratic, unsteady breathing, the petite tomboy of fifteen years and just above five feet stood shakily.

Feeling Needle dance in her hands, the vengeful child slowly lowered her rapier, although still had the blade pointed towards the strange spider-lady just in case. Many individuals of different creeds had arrived in this "Fusion Forge" as Arya calls it, ranging from purposes of simple power to untamed greed. Whilst she was not so different, the youngest daughter of Eddard Stark arrived for rightful justice, holding no other alternatives to her lonesome path.

"Piss off, I'm not that dirty, m'lady." the Stark pouted, her tone rough and sarcastic as she slowly taking her seat back with Needle still pointed at the strange lady. The crossdresser, edging towards her seat but not taking one, practically shot daggers from her small eyes into the eight of the Stalk's. "So, uhm...y-you are real, a'ye? Or I am just s-some daft git now?" the brunette questioned, wondering if her own sanity was crumbling at this point.

@Jeremi


The reaction was not *that* surprising for the Stalk. Even in her galaxy she at times got the weird dirty look from a stranger, she couldn't really imagine how she looked to a child not of her world. The Stalk's outer reaction was however a slight chuckle before giving a courteous, if slightly, mocking bow.

"M'lady I might be weird looking to you but pointing a sword..." She'd give Needle another look over. "Sorry, pointing a needle at someone offering food isn't really nice, is it? Let's try this again...*ahem* You can call me the Stalk. What's your name, m'lady?"

@Krieg
 
Natalia sighed a little, grabbing up her gear and slipping it into her bag quickly, her Sandman, her Winger and her Scattergun, among other items, and slinging them into the bag over her shoulder, before she gave a nod to her fellow BLU teammates and headed onto the Teleporter, she gave a small nod to the Enigneer and was gone in a flash

Though she didn't appear at the other side...she...floated in nothingness for a moment, scared beyond measure, before suddenly, light began to fade into reality, as if her senses were returning, suddenly a bright flash of light and a booming noise could be heard, her ears rang and her eyes were left stung by the bright lights, she feared for her key until she realized her feet were on solid ground

She closed her mouth, the wordless cry of fear ended by the realization she wasn't alone

"Er..." he mutters, looking around, her hand slipping into her bag and grasping the handle of her Sandman, just for security's sake "Yo" she says at last, looking around for a moment

She took in the faces of everyone in the room, slowly analyzing who she'd befriend and who she'd avoid
 
"Don't call me a lady!" Arya remarked hastily, a bit of spunk and resentment in her voice. She hated that term deeply, partially because of it's reminder that she was technically a princess. Hearing the strange, baby-eating, eight-eyed arachnid talk, the teen edged a bit closer, ending up *stealing* a bright, velvet apple sitting upon the table. Eventually unsheathing Needle, although rightfully still weary of the other individual, the lone wolf take a quick munch of the apple. As evident by her attire, personality, and overall attitude, the Northerner was far, far from your average princess.

"The names Arya..." the crossdresser elaborated, usually wary of giving her name but as evidence by the others in the mess hall around her in this Fusion Forge, there was far from anyone she knew residing.

@Jeremi @Anyone else downstairs at cafeteria/mess hall/whatever it is okay most likely cafeteria yeah
 
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