Sandbox Ragnarok: Phase One

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The young pilot sighed. "Should we tell her? This doesn't seem like any of her concern."

Morgan Yu nodded. "She has a right to know." She stood up. "Something's been attacking several minor patrols. Something that they can't fight against. It's just become a rumor among a few patrols that the Order has some sort of new spirit." She looked at the other two men before taking an ID card off of the box. "I will see you all soon."

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Skyla looked at Fandral. "I'm UN Logistics Division. I deal with incoming and outgoing shipments of supplies. Depending on what organization you belong to, I would talk to your commander."​
 
Fandral

"A pleasure to almost make your acquaintance. That's just it you see, my organization is in Asgard, which is an incredibly long way away. Do you happen to know who I should talk to with the idea of Volunteering ?"

He smiled charmingly.​
 
Skyla nodded and looked down at her computer. "The Coalition's commander. He's garrisoned in Ragnarok, back at Charon." She said. "I would fly you there, but the distance between here and there is too short. I would join the next transport there."​
 
Fandral

" Thank you anyway my lady, I managed to walk out here, I can manage to walk back. The better to see the territory anyway. "

Okay, so the airport was a bad idea, he chuckled to himself. Back he walked through the various odd checkpoints. Polite enough woman, thoroughly unhelpful though, still thinking to himself. My situation must be rare. The situation here not so bad as to need volunteers ? Or perhaps, I am so unlike them that ..no no, that couldn't be it.

Eventually getting back to town, he went back to his room to relax a bit, he'd set out again tomorrow. Is it possible that those craft really belonged to the U.N. of Earth ? Have I come out so far as to circle about again to a place where Midgard has influence ? ​
 
UN Volunteer Hospital-Libra

"You're going to be all right. Take deep breaths, just relax."

The patient, a young woman in her early twenties, found herself able to calm down. The soothing voice and the beautiful man it belonged to seemed to have a big part in it. The poor thing had been caught in a small explosion that had gotten glass shards in her arms and face, and Libra was in the process of extracting them. It was excrutiating, but she was doing a good job despite it.

There were so many more that needed help, and Libra was eager to help as many as he could, but for now he could only hope Gonta and Angie were doing well. Speaking of, where were those two...?

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UN Hospital District-Gonta

"We haven't seen her, Mister Gonta. Sorry." The little boy shrugged, then went back to fingerpainting on the mural in the hospital district. It was a grand thing, large and colorful, and paints were always left out for citizens inside the district to add on to. In the center was painted a figure of pure light, the only distinguishable part of it wings. An angel, and easily the mark of Angie's work.

Gonta Gokuhara sighed, no idea where she could've run off to. Libra trusted him to look out for his friend and classmate, and look at this mess! He couldn't keep track of her! "Thank you, everyone. Gonta can find Angie. Enjoy your painting!"

"Mister Gonta!" A little girl tugged on his hair. "Look! I painted a butterfly for you!"

To say Gonta was touched was an understatement. He hadn't seen too many bugs here on Ash, and to think someone would paint one for him was too kind. Especially considering the children here had all been scared of him before... "It's very pretty! Gonta can paint more bugs later...after Angie is found." Waving goodbye Gonta ran off to find the artist. Where WAS she?!

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The Cog-and-Sword-Angie

Angie Yonaga hummed an old hymn from her island as she skipped along through Charon, clutching a paper close to her. "Oh, Atua, please guide Angie's speech to get your work made!" She whispered a prayer to herself, certain Atua would will this. Atua was a symbol of hope here in Charon, and she truly believed that through love and His art, the people here could find solace and peace.

Which is why the tiny girl merrily entered the Cog-and-Sword with a smile on her face. Waving her hand with the paper in it (a thumbnail of the mural she wanted to paint), she called out, "Hello hello! Can someone tell Angie where the owner is?"​
 
Harper crossed her arms and cocked a brow.

"Right..." She said before taking her clipboard back when the shipment was finished going through. "Well I'll be heading back now. It was nice meeting you!" She said in an unsure tone before heading back to Skyla.

When she returned, Harper handed the clipboard back to Skyla.

"Everything's in order." She said.​
 
A bright and bubbly young face bounced into the volunteer hospital, and right up to its medical director. The bright face should be followed by a less bright and not at all bubbly woman who acts as her bodyguard and escort in Charon.

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"Good morning, Miss Maera!" Elise chimed, smiling at the medical director, "Is there anything I can do to help out here today?"

Although her official job was with the UN Logistics Division, the young princess felt the urge to help in other places on Charom whenever she could. After all, her job is being a healer. What good is a healer who doesn't make sure everyone is healthy? Elise gripped her healing staff tightly in anticipation.

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A man with frizzled white hair and a dark green jacket sits at a table alone with a drink and some small object he's fiddling wirh in his hand. His age is much more than what shows on his face, however he still wasn't served am alcoholic drink, just a glass of orange juice. He didn't mind much. It gave him something to do until his luck fell upon him one way or another, good or bad.

And as it so happened, his luck brought someone right up to his table, asking for help. He looked up from his juice, smiling, and addressed Angie,

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"I suppose you're Angie? Well, I'm not sure about the owner, but the bartender up there is fairly friendly. They might have an idea who the owner is."

Nagito stared at the paper fluttering about in the girl's hand. With curiosity and intent to keep the conversation going, he asked, "What's that you have in your hand there?"​
 
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"...Azula."

The word- or name, rather -, though simple, was less than kind. It was spoken in a low, disbelieving tone, filled with a cold that contradicted his fiery appearance. Immediately, Zuko was in a defensive position, glaring daggers at his sister. If he could even call her that. "How did you get here?" She was supposed to be back home, locked away where she would be safe. Or, rather, where everyone else would be safe from her. So the question stood. How was she here? Perhaps more importantly, why? And how would he get her back where she belonged?​
 
"Ah, thanks!" A friendly response already! As Angie started for the bartender, she stopped as the fluffy-headed fellow asked about her art. Coming to his table she smiled and handed him the paper. On it was a sketch of various faces in different vibrant colors, and in the center was a large building like the giant tower of Charon, with angels (in this case pillars of light with wings) flying around it.

"Angie's trying to boost morale through murals! These faces are all folks Angie's seen here in the bar, and she's trying to get a mural painted here, if Atua wills it."​
 
His defensive stance and tone of voice cinched it. This wasn't the Zuko she had left behind on her world. Another her who was possibly...probably even still an enemy to him. Or perhaps confined in that horrid asylum. In contrast to her brother, Azula didn't move an inch, neither dropping into a combat stance or falling back. She stood her ground.

"You can relax, I'm not here to fight you...although I think we both know how that would go." She flashed a teasing smirk. "And to answer your question, similar to you I imagine. After I was let out of the asylum, after I served my time as enforcer of Fire Lord Zuko, as in my Zuzu, I was free to leave. I traversed the length of the world...eventually I came to hear of something beyond our world. The Coalition. I signed up of course, and now...here I am."

She looked carefully at him. "But the real question is, do you believe me?"​
 
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"Wow. This art is amazing! And this is only the sketch? I bet the mural will look amazing, and bring hope to a lot of people here. With your level of talent, you must be some kind of Ultimate Artist. Wouldn't you agree?

"If you wouldn't mind, maybe I could help you out a bit with your mural. I'm not the most useful person around, but I'm happy to help, especially with something that will spark so much hope in everyone here."

//Hope Count: 2​
 
Doctor Maera stepped past Scooby, Lucas, and Max. She continued until she ran into Elise, a common sight around the hospital. "Good morning, Elise." She said. "The ER just received some new patients that I need to check up on. Want to come with me?"

Doctor Maera had come from a world where high-medical technology was the norm, so working with Libra and Elise who used magic was interesting. On her way to the room Scooby and crew had gone to, she passed Libra. "We have an unconscious hunger victim." She said briefly. "How's your work going?"

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Skyla looked over the clipboard. "Thank you! Was there anything that shouldn't have been in there that was? Anything interesting you noted before we load into the transports?"

Meanwhile, Morgan Yu would pass behind Harper and exit the terminal. Who knows where she's headed.​
 
Fandral the Dashing


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The Asgardian was walking back to the place he had rented. Then he ran across the most noble of places, an Inn!
A pity he had left his one remaining barrel of ... wait... That's just the thing! Hah! Asgardian mead. He started to run back to his new place. Grabbing up the large barrel of honey mead to bring back to that inn.

So, moments later Fandral walked into the Cog and Sword carrying his last barrel of Asgardian Mead.

" Greetings fair people ! May I speak to the proprietor ?

Fandral of course wore a big grin as he looked around the inn. ​
 
Bastion
Ragnarok Garrison - Charon


In the face of war, there is no quarter for those who were built for it.

Bastion doesn't remember how long it had been on Ash ever since the humans in the Coalition told it to go there. It doesn't know how to keep track of time, unless it was ordered to do so. Otherwise, time was irrelevent, as far as the automaton knew it was on Ash forever. The city was a loud and noisy place, there were alot of people and things walking around and doing stuff that the robot never understood. Some of them had guns, some of them wore helmets on their heads, and others looked like they were really hungry. Bastion didn't have any food to give them, Ganymede always eats its all; silly bird, it was.

Coalition was a term Bastion understood, kept deep in its programming. To the unit, Coalition meant 'good', and it meant 'safe'. It meant it wouldn't be in danger, and it wouldn't have to kill anybody.

It never wants to kill anybody. That's mean, and bad. But sometimes it has to.

And, that's ok.

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Deep within one of the many Ragnarok Garrison facilities set up within Charon, Bastion would be found wandering through the hallways, curiously glancing at the peacekeepers passing by,. A small, yellow bird would be found perched on top of its head, contently glancing around with the automaton.

The bird turned its head and tweeted.

The robot responded with a curious buzz.

This continued on and on, as the two meandered through the Ragnarok Garrison​
 
Just as Harper was about to answer the question she saw the same lady from earlier pass by her.

"Uhm... No ma'am! Nothing to report." She said as she watched Morgan inch further and further away. "Boss, I gotta go run some errands. I'll catch you in a bit!" She said. Assuming she let her go, Harper would approach Morgan once they were both outside the building. "Alright listen, what was that about earlier? With the ghosts and stuff."​
 
"Thank you!" Skyla said, taking the manifest. She looked it over. "Alright! Just be back later."

Morgan would turn around."Hmm? It's just based on rumors. No one's investigated yet." Morgan said. "We don't really know much."​
 
"Woah! How did you know?" Angie gasped, pleasantly surprised. "Yes! Angie and her friend Gonta went to Hope's Peak before coming to Ash. Angie's title was Ultimate Artist there. But...how would you know? Unless...You went to Hope's Peak, too!"

As the newcomer arrived Angie waved. "Hiya! Angie is trying to find the owner too! Luckily she met the very kind...um..." Angie turned to Komaeda. "Angie didn't quite get your name."

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Libra had finally gotten the last of the glass out, and now picked up his staff, using it to help heal the woman's wounds best he could. "There. You should be all right now. Just be careful around glass, all right?"

She nodded and thanked him, taking her leave, and Libra looked over his staff. Not too much magic was used, which meant more healing to go around. Just in time, Maera had joined him. Libra smiled at her as he stood. "Greetings, Doctor. Things are going well, I can definitely check on-"

"Libra!"

Libra turned, finding Gonta had arrived. Patients looked anxious at the large young man's arrival, as usual-he was scary before you got to know him.

"Libra! Gonta can't find Angie anywhere! What if she's in danger? Gonta-"

"Gonta, Angie is fine...I think. She's not the type to blindly walk into something life threatening."

"B-But..."

"Say, why not help us here today?" Perhaps worrying about patients would keep Gonta from worrying over Angie.

"...all right!" That was all right to Gonta-a true gentleman never turned down a person in need. "Where do you need Gonta, Doctor?"​
 
Zara- The Old City

The good news was, the portal spell seemed to have worked, and her pursuers were nowhere to be found. The bad news? In her haste, Zara had forgotten to have a destination in mind.

Apparently, "Anywhere but here!!" got her to a ruined cityscape, but one unlike anything she knew. The buildings here were taller than any castle, and the people here used metal and glass instead of stone and wood. Speaking of which, where were all the people? It was strange to say the least, buildings this impressive completely abandoned.

Zara took inventory of her situation. She was in an unfamiliar land, alone, her magic exhausted, and with nothing but the clothes on her back. For the time being, her best option was to sit and wait for further developments.​
 
Harper walked alongside Morgan and nodded.

"So where have these reports been? Like any locations? Bars? Maybe even the fight club?"​
 
Iris Thompson, The Old City

The City of Alecto was a growing city. Partnered with Charon, Alecto was becoming a burgeoning city center. At least, until Kerberos was destroyed in that Murder Game, and the rest of the planet was destroyed. Now, it crumbles in ruins and despair, with its only inhabitants being soldiers and Order members engaged in open warfare.

A group of soldiers in Body Armor with UN Blue Helmets crouched behind a broken down wall. One stuck his head up revealing the letters "GOC" in White on the front. One cocked his rifle, and another fiddled with a camera. The one with the camera was Captain Thompson, commander of the local GOC Forces on the Planet. She stuck her head up with the camera and took a few quick shots before ducking down. She turned to a wounded soldier and the soldier carrying him. "Alright, can you keep him alive until we reach the Sancta Santorum?" She asked. "I think it's clear from here on out."

The soldier nodded and picked up his wounded comrade. The other soldiers also stood up and began dashing across the street towards another ruined building. When they reached the other side, they saw an unknown figure. "Contact!" She called out to the troops behind her. "This is the Global Occult Coalition, please identify!" Iris shouted towards the figure.

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Doctor Maera looked at Gonta. "Can you go with Elise and Cordelia and check on our new patients?" She said. She turned to Libra. "Oh, uh, can I talk to you for a moment?"

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"It's just a series of reports and rumors from soldiers on the field. You can probably find people who've experienced it anywhere now." Morgan said. She walked towards a waiting UN Armored Personnel Carrier with supplies being loaded onto to head to Ragnarok.​
 
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