Unknown World
Several hours after the Kaiser Dragon Encounter
Widowmaker and Reaper.
It has been several hours since Reaper and Widowmaker's encounter with the Kaiser Dragon. After being pulled away from the conflict by Terra Branford, they went their separate ways and proceeded to roam the unknown world on their own, confident in their abilities and teamwork to survive, and in their own words: "
We'd be better off without them for now. They'd only slow us down, and we cannot afford to make mistakes."
After a long period of walking, they had finally decided to take a pit-stop and recoup, to discuss strategies and what their next course of action was to be or not to be:
"
Reaper, what are you doing?" "
I'm resting my hand onto your shoulder. Is that a problem?" "
Yes, yes it is. Stop it." "
Sigh. You need to chill out a bit, Widowmaker. You act too hot blooded and serious." "
You can thank Moira for that. Her experiments were quite effective at what they intended to do to us. Making us true fighters, turning you into a living shadow of your former self and turning me into a lethal assassin." The two of them bickered to themselves as they sat on the roof of a small building, conversing about what happened in the past and now.
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The people that we had a limited partnership with. I don't like them." "
You don't like anyone anyway. Isn't that your sh'tick?" "
That girl... Terra I believe they kept calling her. She has a lot of nerve to boss everyone around, especially us. And that Ephraim kid, despite being a decent strategist, he certainly acts cocky." "
And you aren't? I've seen you when we're on Payload escort duty. You openly run in there and spray your shotguns, hoping for a kill." "
At least I don't sit back and act like a coward watching over the sidelines. I openly force my way in and crush all opposition. Who cares if you waste ammo? I practically own infinite Hellfire Shotguns." "
Tch. Amateur. Spraying and praying instead of being precise~ One shot, one kill is the way." "
Hmph. Whatever. So what's our next course of action?" "
We find some way of returning home. If that doesn't work out, we'll establish a mini base of operations, salvage for supplies and make a living off of killing the roaming monsters and any hostile forces if any." "
I like your thinking, Widowmaker. But something doesn't quite feel right. Why only us? Why not pull Overwatch, give us an edge?" "
I don't know, Reaper, I do not know. But we'll figure something out."
And so they discussed strategies, looking for optimal base-like locations and slaughtered monsters left, right, and centre as they went about their business, operating on their own.
Unknown World
Several Hours after the Kaiser Dragon encounter.
An hour after Widowmaker and Reaper departed from the Party.
Terra Branford and Ephraim.
It has been several hours since Terra Branford and Ephraim's encounter with the Kaiser Dragon. After being pulled away from the conflict by Terra, they discovered that Reaper and Widowmaker wanted to depart from them. Terra and Ephraim waved them off and they muttered to themselves as they left: "
We'd be better off without them for now. They'd only slow us down, and we cannot afford to make mistakes." While they weren't loud enough to be heard, Terra and Ephraim could tell that they had been wanting to leave for a while, as they seemed to not like being partnered with them.
After a long flight, she landed and dropped off Ephraim, turning off her Esper form and taking a seat on a nearby bench that is surprisingly intact despite the destruction around them.
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I can't believe that Kaiser Dragon is alive... I thought that me and my friends had killed him..." "
You had killed him once? Why did you then order a retreat if he was beatable?" "
Because without a strong enough party, you cannot defeat him. He is extremely durable and extremely powerful... There's no way we would of been able to beat him in our current state..." "
Alright, so what's our next move? Reaper and Widowmaker are fending for themselves and who knows where Hector, Undyne and Corrin are." "
I think what we need to do... is to set up a camp and try to survive until we figure this out..." "
Good idea. There's some wood by that building over there, I'll go and gather it while you prepare the fireplace."
And Ephraim did exactly that, breaking that small wooden hut down and using his lance to precisely cut how much wood they needed. Bringing it back to Terra who had perfectly set up the Campfire using some nearby rocks, the wood was placed down and Terra casted a Tier 1 Fire Spell to set it alight.
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So, Terra. Is your magic based on knowledge? I noticed through observations that you fight without using a tome like the Mages from my world." "
That's right... Espers know their magic off by heart and do not require any physical item to use it. There's different tiers of magic which vary in strengths and magic cost. Of course the more powerful a spell, the more energy it takes out of us." "
I see. After a while our tomes break, they aren't infinite like people think they are. But some magic is forbidden to study, like our Dark Magic. That was what caused the return of the Demon King, who unleashed all sorts of monsters onto Magvel, our home." "
So monsters don't naturally roam in your world?" "
They did for a time, until we eliminated them as they weren't infinitely spawning. Why, does your world have naturally roaming monsters?" "
Yes. Some towns have monsters as their inhabitants, but most roam the wilds and attack people on sight... There's even a entire cave full of Dragon Monsters."
And so Terra and Ephraim were casually talking about each other's worlds as they sat at their make-shift fireplace, almost like close friends. As each other learned about their worlds, about them and their experiences, they grew to be fast friends and almost inseparable.
Unknown World
Several Hours after the fight with the Nazi Group
Yang Xiao Long and HK-47
It has been several hours since the encounter with a Nazi Group. Presumably they survived the encounter, and Yang discovered that she was separated from the others alongside HK-47, staring down a droid with a large gun. While HK stayed on the sidelines, Yang was a up-close and personal fighter, always wanting to get into the action and punch some people in the face. When she found out that her current companion was the long distance type, she had to speak up.
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Looks like I'm stuck with this bucket of bolts. Say, what's your name anyway? You're pretty skilled with that cool looking gun of yours!" "
Declaration: I am HK-47, a series of Assassin Droids with the sole intention of shooting holes through organic meat-bags such as yourself. Statement: I also appear to have a function that allows me to enjoy such activity. It is most pleasing to see the terror on my target's face once I blast them with a heavily modified disruptor rifle with laser rounds." "
Okay... I'd rather not be called a "Meatbag" thank you very much. I'm Yang. Does your weapon turn into anything?" "
Query: What do you mean by "Does your weapon turn into anything?"" "
Like, does it turn into a Sword? Or a spear? Or something close range?" "
Confused Statement: I have no idea what world you are from, but I assure you that my blaster rifle does not "Turn into anything" of what you describe. It is a gun. It shoots meat-bags and other droids." "
Okay... Mind telling me why you keep saying things like "Statement" and "Declaration" before you even say it?" "
Declaration: It is apart of my design. I have been programmed to talk this way, and it shall not be changed. Query: Unless you'd like to try opening up my chassis and turning it off yourself? Observation: But it appears you do not have the skills to do so, based on your appearance." "
Okay, rude. But how about we work together instead of like, trying to kill each other. Okay, metal-head?" "
Rhetorical Query: You wish to forge an alliance between us? Declaration: I accept your terms."
And so Yang Xiao Long and the Assassin Droid HK-47 joined forces and kept each other's backs safe. Over time, they forged a competent strategy in that Yang goes up close while HK covers her with his blaster rifle, which has served them very well when dealing with the monsters of the world. They were an ideal pair and served to be quite the partners. Of course, even an hardcore Assassin Droid couldn't quite stand Yang's terrible puns and even a couple of times threatened to shoot her if she continued.
They had just finished taking out a monster group when Yang felt the need to tell another pun, much to HK-47's irritation."
I'm pretty Yang-tastic aren't I? Kicking butt with you keeping my butt safe and fine~" "
Threat: Continue with your bad joke making, and I won't hesitate to shoot your meatbag body into pieces." "
Alright alright, chill out... God you're like Weiss sometimes, such a Ice Queen... Or King, in your case." "
Annoyed Statement: I do not know who this "Weiss" of whom you speak, but your consistent joke-telling is quite irritating and unnecessary."
Unknown World
Several Hours Later...
Tyber Zann and Urai Fen
It has been several hours since the conversation with Kiratta and Tyber Zann. After everything had been sorted out and Urai had returned from his hunting trip, they briefly chatted with each other over dinner and then departed from the Rebel Pilot, claiming that they wanted nothing to do with the Rebel Alliance, despite she being the only known Rebel in the world they had interacted with in the unknown world. After walking for a bit, Urai spoke with Tyber about their plans.
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So Tyber. What's our next step?" "
We'll do what we've always done, Urai. We'll slowly begin to corrupt this world under our influence, and prove once and for all that the Zann Consortium shall be feared!" "
We do not have the resources we had back where we were, Tyber. Corrupting this planet will take much longer and requires resources that might not exist on this world. Are you sure you wish to continue?" "
Urai... Don't tell me you've gone soft. Have faith that we will achieve our goal. I won't take risks that gets us killed, but the phrase: High Risk High Reward exists for a reason. Whatever we'll do to achieve our own desires in this world, we will take it. And we will do it. And we will spread our influence bit by bit." "
And what of the Rebel Pilot? Just give the word and I shall gladly dispose of her." "
I hate to say it Urai, but I think she's... actually growing on me. It is comfortable, however, to know that that option is always available. I have my uses for her, but for now we shall not include her in our plans."
As they were walking, Tyber was looking at his datapad which was gathering information on the world and it's surroundings, as well as recorded audio logs of his interaction with the pilot, which he had kept a secret from her. He played back one specific piece of dialogue it had recorded.
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Well, it appears there's something sucking people out of their worlds. No one knows why, but I've come across some odd types back there. Some as archaic as the gladiators in Cato Neimoidia, if I may say, and others as advanced as we are, at least tech-wise."
"
Tyber? Was that something she said back at the camp?" "
Indeed, Urai. Does that remind you of anything sith related? I know you took a trip to Korriban a few times before serving me." "
Nothing I've read comes close to backing up that claim. Otherwise I would of felt a Sith Master's power and so far I've felt no trace." "
Hmm..."
Enter: Vert / Green Heart & IF.
IF was minding her business when she received an email from Vert, an invitation to come into her room and play this new game that she had been given through the mail. It was called "The Evrensel Conflict" and it had picked the interest of her so who better to call in then the one she was crushing on. IF of course blushed like mad and happily took the invite, walking into her room. Vert was quite the Otaku as she was heavily into Anime involving men, as demonstrated from the numerous posters and boy-figures on her tables and cabinets and in various display cases.
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I can't believe that I'm inside L-L-Lady V-V-Vert's room..." "
You can't believe it? You wound me, Iffy... Come on, I've already put the game into my console. "The Evrensel Conflict" was what the title was. I don't remember making this game for my console..." "
Wait, you don't remember this one?" "
No... I had just received it in the mail and said it was a gift from an admirer."
And then all of a sudden, the console exploded into a portal, sucking both Vert and IF into it and sending them through a whirlpool of travel until eventually being dropped into an unknown world, bathed in destruction and ruined buildings. "
What is this place---" "
Oh come on!" IF was cut off when Vert loudly screamed over her and displayed an annoyed face.
"
That Console was gifted to me by my own development team after a showcase of our latest game release! Whoever sent me that game, this "Evrensel Conflict" title owes me a new console! Sigh..." "
Uh... Lady Vert? Calm down---" And IF was cut off once again as Vert immediately grabbed her and pulled her into a embrace.
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L-L-Lady Vert!?!? Your b-breasts... My face!" "
I need my Iffy with me... Just let me have this moment while I calm myself." "
Haph... I'm so habby rght now..."
