"Hey, slow your roll there!" Harper said as she rushed over to her side, helping hold the android up as she attempted to stand. "You need to sit down." Harper said, slowly leading her over to a nearby wall, hoping to ease her down so she wouldn't hurt herself.
❝ Eh, ya don't gotta follow me, and I got a name... y'know, not "flesh bag." It's Majima. ❞ He wasn't sure how else to respond to someone that really looked... different. Not to rude, of course, but it was weird to him. Given with how some details were different than back home and with those English letters in nearby signs, he was probably in America... wherever in that big country. So he could hitch a ride off a plane back to Japan... That all depended on how much this city had to offer.
❝ Question! Is there some plane I can take outta here? I got shit to handle and me not being there ain't good for business! ❞ Majima hollered over to the group, mainly Bruce. If he was familiar with the place, then he should know about how to leave and all.
@thatguyinthestore @Jeremi @Yun Lee @Bomb @Widowmaker @Okami @Minerva @Everyone
Planting his Sword into the ground and using it as a arm-rest, he responded to the armoured man. "Well then. Sounds like you, and I? Are going to get along nicely. My name is Dante, renowned Demon Hunter. Pleasures all mine. I see you're sharpening your blade, expecting trouble, hot-shot?"
"Gotham City, huh? Hmm..." Dante murmured, a hand on his chin as he pondered that name. "Gotham, Gotham, Gotham... Ah, the crime pit of the world, right? And you... Bruce Wayne? Aren't you supposed to be like, a millionaire or something? What brings someone of "Such Wealth and Superiority" to a alley like this? Especially with all of these arrivals here." He exclaimed. He wasn't a fan of the rich types, always spoke with their money first, others later.
He then turned towards the new arrival with the trident. "And there it is, the whole situation just got fucking better." He exclaimed, getting up from his resting spot and approaching the ocean woman. "And who are you supposed to be? Poseidon's Wife or something? Because damn do you look nice sweetheart. You got a name?"
@thatguyinthestore, @Jeremi.
Bishamon Prologue: The same Old Ache x 10
Bishamon had been walking through the halls of her mansion in the domain of her shrine; she had needed it, she hadn't been feeling well and the medicines she took had yet to kick in when she had been brought to this place.
Bringing a hand to her chest, she stood, taking a couple breaths before sighing. That ache was always there, but now it was worse for the god of war. Purple eyes narrowed momentarily at this, feeling some discomfort as she took in the new location and faces. Something really wasn't right here-no shinki, no shrine, she wasn't even in Japan anymore it seemed.
The god brushed her clothes off, a frown on her face. She glanced up at the rather regal looking woman with the trident.
"And who might you be?" she asked, polite yet firm.
@Jeremi. @thatguyinthestore @Everyone
Hope.
Makoto Naegi supposedly embodied hope, though he hardly desired to refer to himself in such a lofty manner.
Makoto liked to believe that it was because of his friends that he was alive today, rather than to think it was because of himself that they were still among the living. He cared for them all deeply, each in their own way, and he could not imagine a scenario where they did not come out of Hope’s Peak as a unified group, joining the Future Foundation together to combat what remained of Junko Enoshima’s Ultimate Despair.
Everything was going perfectly, at least until now. Somehow, someway, Makoto had been ripped away from his friends, thrown into a world largely unfamiliar to him. The pain of the sudden process only lasted momentarily, but it had rocked him to his core, burning an image in his mind that lingered long after the pain; it was of his dear friends, those he had to get back to, no matter what had happened to him.
For now, Makoto couldn’t tell much, but this didn’t appear to be a Japanese city. How was that possible? Makoto didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but this all seemed entirely wrong. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he could maintain some level of calm in the face of this great unknown, if it wasn't for some of the strange beings he happened to find himself in the company of.
"H-Huh...? Wait..."
"What... are you...?" Makoto stammered, his eyes focused primarily on the SCP pair.
@Okami @Bomb @Gummi Bunnies @Crow
Despair.
Junko Enoshima totally embodied despair, and that’s how it would always be.
Junko had always been pretty good at reading people, going so far as to predict what they would do at basically every opportunity. It was just, you know, a cool little character gimmick of hers. It had been super easy to figure out exactly what was going to happen during the killing game she’d set up, right up to the point that Makoto Naegi had gone all “Ultimate Hope” and got her executed.
It would have been oh-so-despairing... if she hadn’t seen it all coming. That was the whole point. She had a number of backup plans in case the scenario she had predicted went off without a hitch, and one just so happened to involve a surprise body switch moments before her death. Some might say that was a bit of a plot contrivance, but Junko Enoshima couldn’t argue with the results!
What was really interesting about her situation (or, perhaps, the only interesting thing about it) was this whole… weird… being transported somewhere foreign with a whole bunch of chumps... thing. It was not something Junko could have predicted, so the entire premise immediately seemed… exciting. The intense pain she had felt had only imbued in her despair, a feeling she had longed for. Ohh... the possibilities of this were endless! Was this the long-awaited moment of despair that Junko Enoshima deserved?!
There was quite the crowd here, so she couldn't get a quick read on everyone here. There would be time to figure them all out later, as for now...
"Oh... this is just so interesting... mmhmhm..." The girl sauntered over to Dante, Aquawoman, and Bruce Wayne, for it was clear these three knew the most about where they were. That could only mean these were three to look out for~ "A private plane, huh? Wanna use my cell phone and call them up? Here..."
Junko smiled, licked her lips, and delicately pulled out her designer phone for Bruce to take a look at.
@Jeremi @Widowmaker @thatguyinthestore @Yun Lee @Takumi
Hope.
Makoto Naegi supposedly embodied hope, though he hardly desired to refer to himself in such a lofty manner.
Makoto liked to believe that it was because of his friends that he was alive today, rather than to think it was because of himself that they were still among the living. He cared for them all deeply, each in their own way, and he could not imagine a scenario where they did not come out of Hope’s Peak as a unified group, joining the Future Foundation together to combat what remained of Junko Enoshima’s Ultimate Despair.
Everything was going perfectly, at least until now. Somehow, someway, Makoto had been ripped away from his friends, thrown into a world largely unfamiliar to him. The pain of the sudden process only lasted momentarily, but it had rocked him to his core, burning an image in his mind that lingered long after the pain; it was of his dear friends, those he had to get back to, no matter what had happened to him.
For now, Makoto couldn’t tell much, but this didn’t appear to be a Japanese city. How was that possible? Makoto didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but this all seemed entirely wrong. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he could maintain some level of calm in the face of this great unknown, if it wasn't for some of the strange beings he happened to find himself in the company of.
"H-Huh...? Wait..."
"What... are you...?" Makoto stammered, his eyes focused primarily on the SCP pair.
@Okami @Bomb @Gummi Bunnies @Crow
Despair.
Junko Enoshima totally embodied despair, and that’s how it would always be.
Junko had always been pretty good at reading people, going so far as to predict what they would do at basically every opportunity. It was just, you know, a cool little character gimmick of hers. It had been super easy to figure out exactly what was going to happen during the killing game she’d set up, right up to the point that Makoto Naegi had gone all “Ultimate Hope” and got her executed.
It would have been oh-so-despairing... if she hadn’t seen it all coming. That was the whole point. She had a number of backup plans in case the scenario she had predicted went off without a hitch, and one just so happened to involve a surprise body switch moments before her death. Some might say that was a bit of a plot contrivance, but Junko Enoshima couldn’t argue with the results!
What was really interesting about her situation (or, perhaps, the only interesting thing about it) was this whole… weird… being transported somewhere foreign with a whole bunch of chumps... thing. It was not something Junko could have predicted, so the entire premise immediately seemed… exciting. The intense pain she had felt had only imbued in her despair, a feeling she had longed for. Ohh... the possibilities of this were endless! Was this the long-awaited moment of despair that Junko Enoshima deserved?!
There was quite the crowd here, so she couldn't get a quick read on everyone here. There would be time to figure them all out later, as for now...
"Oh... this is just so interesting... mmhmhm..." The girl sauntered over to Dante, Aquawoman, and Bruce Wayne, for it was clear these three knew the most about where they were. That could only mean these were three to look out for~ "A private plane, huh? Wanna use my cell phone and call them up? Here..."
Junko smiled, licked her lips, and delicately pulled out her designer phone for Bruce to take a look at.
@Jeremi @Widowmaker @thatguyinthestore @Yun Lee @Takumi
Aoko Aozaki - Prologue
Lord of Creation
"Hmm... Another day, another dollar."
Pocketing her phone after reporting to the Mage's Association her completion of an assignment concerning a certain eccentric Dead Apostle, Aoko Aozaki let out a sigh as she stepped aboard a train headed for Misaki Town. She figured that after all this time, she could do for a small vacation at home. Considering how many places the Association had flew her around these past few weeks, she could do with some time off. Maybe she'll pay a visit to Alice again... Who knew?
Stepping aboard a train, the redhead took a seat and settled her baggage down. A wave of fatigue practically assaulted her out of nowhere as she let out a yawn, stretching out her arms before crossing them, stretching out her long legs. Aoko didn't realize how tired she must have been before she quickly found herself closing her eyes, dreaming, falling, sinking into darkness. She didn't even take notice of how empty the train actually was, if it was even real in the first place.
She was in for a rude awakening when she had come to again.
...
And here she was now, in the present, like she'd been floating through space and time. Of course, perhaps a magician such as herself should have been above such effects, but Aoko's unique power made herself unpredictable at times, even to herself. But... Well, something had to have happened. After all, there was no logical explanation for why she was suddenly in some dirty, run-down place. Certainly didn't look like Japan. In fact, if she didn't know any better, America sooner came to mind, especially considering the handsome man standing before them all.
"Gotham, huh? Never heard of it. Looks more like I took a wrong turn in Albuquerque," Aoko said with a laid-back, almost confident expression. One would never have guessed she was just as confused as the rest of them, wondering where she was, wondering how she got here at all. After all, everyone else was already asking those questions, so it'd be a waste of breath to echo their sentiments. And if they weren't getting all the straight answers immediately, the hows, the whys, then she'd just have to find out herself, whether through her own efforts or by the generous hands of fate and time.
... Yeah, this probably wasn't gonna end super well, in her experience of unfortunate events.
"Self-proclaimed demon hunter? Sounds a little more out of place -- maybe even a little chuuni -- than an armored hotshot and a sweet little idol," Aoko commented as she passed by Dante, placing a hand on her hip while the other held her baggage over her shoulder, having evidently taken note of his brief exchange with some of the other fellow... individuals, before she walked over to Felix, Harper, and SeeU, giving a wave, "Hiiii. This club accepts late admissions, right?" She asked, before clearing her throat, "I assume you guys are as much in the dark as I am? Pretty scary looking place we all happened in on if I do say so myself."
@thatguyinthestore @Yun Lee @Widowmaker
Hope.
Makoto Naegi supposedly embodied hope, though he hardly desired to refer to himself in such a lofty manner.
Makoto liked to believe that it was because of his friends that he was alive today, rather than to think it was because of himself that they were still among the living. He cared for them all deeply, each in their own way, and he could not imagine a scenario where they did not come out of Hope’s Peak as a unified group, joining the Future Foundation together to combat what remained of Junko Enoshima’s Ultimate Despair.
Everything was going perfectly, at least until now. Somehow, someway, Makoto had been ripped away from his friends, thrown into a world largely unfamiliar to him. The pain of the sudden process only lasted momentarily, but it had rocked him to his core, burning an image in his mind that lingered long after the pain; it was of his dear friends, those he had to get back to, no matter what had happened to him.
For now, Makoto couldn’t tell much, but this didn’t appear to be a Japanese city. How was that possible? Makoto didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but this all seemed entirely wrong. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he could maintain some level of calm in the face of this great unknown, if it wasn't for some of the strange beings he happened to find himself in the company of.
"H-Huh...? Wait..."
"What... are you...?" Makoto stammered, his eyes focused primarily on the SCP pair.
@Okami @Bomb @Gummi Bunnies @Crow
Despair.
Junko Enoshima totally embodied despair, and that’s how it would always be.
Junko had always been pretty good at reading people, going so far as to predict what they would do at basically every opportunity. It was just, you know, a cool little character gimmick of hers. It had been super easy to figure out exactly what was going to happen during the killing game she’d set up, right up to the point that Makoto Naegi had gone all “Ultimate Hope” and got her executed.
It would have been oh-so-despairing... if she hadn’t seen it all coming. That was the whole point. She had a number of backup plans in case the scenario she had predicted went off without a hitch, and one just so happened to involve a surprise body switch moments before her death. Some might say that was a bit of a plot contrivance, but Junko Enoshima couldn’t argue with the results!
What was really interesting about her situation (or, perhaps, the only interesting thing about it) was this whole… weird… being transported somewhere foreign with a whole bunch of chumps... thing. It was not something Junko could have predicted, so the entire premise immediately seemed… exciting. The intense pain she had felt had only imbued in her despair, a feeling she had longed for. Ohh... the possibilities of this were endless! Was this the long-awaited moment of despair that Junko Enoshima deserved?!
There was quite the crowd here, so she couldn't get a quick read on everyone here. There would be time to figure them all out later, as for now...
"Oh... this is just so interesting... mmhmhm..." The girl sauntered over to Dante, Aquawoman, and Bruce Wayne, for it was clear these three knew the most about where they were. That could only mean these were three to look out for~ "A private plane, huh? Wanna use my cell phone and call them up? Here..."
Junko smiled, licked her lips, and delicately pulled out her designer phone for Bruce to take a look at.
@Jeremi @Widowmaker @thatguyinthestore @Yun Lee @Takumi
Aoko Aozaki - Prologue
Lord of Creation
"Hmm... Another day, another dollar."
Pocketing her phone after reporting to the Mage's Association her completion of an assignment concerning a certain eccentric Dead Apostle, Aoko Aozaki let out a sigh as she stepped aboard a train headed for Misaki Town. She figured that after all this time, she could do for a small vacation at home. Considering how many places the Association had flew her around these past few weeks, she could do with some time off. Maybe she'll pay a visit to Alice again... Who knew?
Stepping aboard a train, the redhead took a seat and settled her baggage down. A wave of fatigue practically assaulted her out of nowhere as she let out a yawn, stretching out her arms before crossing them, stretching out her long legs. Aoko didn't realize how tired she must have been before she quickly found herself closing her eyes, dreaming, falling, sinking into darkness. She didn't even take notice of how empty the train actually was, if it was even real in the first place.
She was in for a rude awakening when she had come to again.
...
And here she was now, in the present, like she'd been floating through space and time. Of course, perhaps a magician such as herself should have been above such effects, but Aoko's unique power made herself unpredictable at times, even to herself. But... Well, something had to have happened. After all, there was no logical explanation for why she was suddenly in some dirty, run-down place. Certainly didn't look like Japan. In fact, if she didn't know any better, America sooner came to mind, especially considering the handsome man standing before them all.
"Gotham, huh? Never heard of it. Looks more like I took a wrong turn in Albuquerque," Aoko said with a laid-back, almost confident expression. One would never have guessed she was just as confused as the rest of them, wondering where she was, wondering how she got here at all. After all, everyone else was already asking those questions, so it'd be a waste of breath to echo their sentiments. And if they weren't getting all the straight answers immediately, the hows, the whys, then she'd just have to find out herself, whether through her own efforts or by the generous hands of fate and time.
... Yeah, this probably wasn't gonna end super well, in her experience of unfortunate events.
"Self-proclaimed demon hunter? Sounds a little more out of place -- maybe even a little chuuni -- than an armored hotshot and a sweet little idol," Aoko commented as she passed by Dante, placing a hand on her hip while the other held her baggage over her shoulder, having evidently taken note of his brief exchange with some of the other fellow... individuals, before she walked over to Felix, Harper, and SeeU, giving a wave, "Hiiii. This club accepts late admissions, right?" She asked, before clearing her throat, "I assume you guys are as much in the dark as I am? Pretty scary looking place we all happened in on if I do say so myself."
@thatguyinthestore @Yun Lee @Widowmaker
"Bruce Wayne, was it? Sorry, but I do not really know how I ended up here, exactly."
Soujirou Mibu seemed a little confused as he sat up, looking around at the wide cast of others around him. The last thing he remembered was clashing with Shiori, before falling into the tear in space they had created. It wasn't like he had exactly expected to arrive somewhere familiar after falling through something like that, but such strange beings and such a strange city still laid beyond his expectations.
The swordsman kept his hands off his swords for now, not wanting to appear hostile to any of them. He hadn't come here to pick a fight. Though then again, he hadn't really come here for any particular reason to begin with. What a troublesome situation.
Seeing that someone appeared to be hurt, Soujirou decided to walk over to SeeU and help her out, if necessary.
"Excuse me ma'am, are you o-" he started realizing she seemed to be shooing some other woman off for help. That was...troublesome, but in his experience people who said they didn't need help like that often really did. "We could all use some help, I believe. You would not be any exception, would you? Miss...?"
@Jeremi @Yun Lee @thatguyinthestore
Hope.
Makoto Naegi supposedly embodied hope, though he hardly desired to refer to himself in such a lofty manner.
Makoto liked to believe that it was because of his friends that he was alive today, rather than to think it was because of himself that they were still among the living. He cared for them all deeply, each in their own way, and he could not imagine a scenario where they did not come out of Hope’s Peak as a unified group, joining the Future Foundation together to combat what remained of Junko Enoshima’s Ultimate Despair.
Everything was going perfectly, at least until now. Somehow, someway, Makoto had been ripped away from his friends, thrown into a world largely unfamiliar to him. The pain of the sudden process only lasted momentarily, but it had rocked him to his core, burning an image in his mind that lingered long after the pain; it was of his dear friends, those he had to get back to, no matter what had happened to him.
For now, Makoto couldn’t tell much, but this didn’t appear to be a Japanese city. How was that possible? Makoto didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but this all seemed entirely wrong. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he could maintain some level of calm in the face of this great unknown, if it wasn't for some of the strange beings he happened to find himself in the company of.
"H-Huh...? Wait..."
"What... are you...?" Makoto stammered, his eyes focused primarily on the SCP pair.
@Okami @Bomb @Gummi Bunnies @Crow
"Eh, probably an alien," Ben comments on Makoto's words, "it's always an alien."
"Woah, you could at least say that nicely," Ben replies to the reptillian SCP-682, "unless you mean it in an actual sense of course, which doesn't seem likely. Alright, fine, I'm backing away..."
Ben then looks directly at SCP-682.
"But yeah, care for you... and all of your friends to give an introduction?"
@Okami @Atomic Knight @Bomb @Gummi Bunnies
Ben, despite being foolish at times, could figure out what was going on with their names, or lack thereof.
"Experiment names? Kinda lame, if you asked me... Hey... why don't I give you guys new names? I have quite a bit of experience with naming things myself...
My bad, I guess I should introduce myself first. Everyone calls me Ben, Ben Tennyson," Ben reaches out for a handshake with his left hand.
@Okami @Atomic Knight @Gummi Bunnies @Bomb
"Eh?" Soujirou was surprised for a moment, considering that, well, no, he hadn't guessed that she was an idol. "An idol? Do you have a lot of people pray to you, or something like that? And I may not know much about this area, but I have never heard of this...VocaNapper character, so I think that your fear is unfounded. Do not worry, Miss SeeU."
"Hello," Soujirou nodded towards Harper. "You caught my name, did you not? What is your name, Miss...?"
"Sorry, I do not have much of an idea of what they are talking about either," Soujirou sighed, shaking his head. "I believe that I am just as confused as you are, miss."
@thatguyinthestore @Jeremi @Ver @Yun Lee
Prologue - Night falls
It had been like any other day for you, that is until it felt like your entire body was being pierced by a thousand needles simultaneously as you were disassembled atom by atom. Whatever was happening, through the pain you felt like you were falling through a dark void where you could neither see or hear anything.
The journey came to an abrupt stop as you felt your body fall unto hard concrete. Your sight was blurry, your ears were ringing, but you were alive, and the pain was subsiding. Sirens wailed erupted in the air, which meant that your hearing was returning followed soon after by your sight.
You seemed to find yourself in an alley in a city somewhere, if the smell was any indication right near a dumpster. One side seemed to be blocked off by destroyed cop cars, which meant that you were no doubt in the bad part of town. What town though you had no clue. Looking up you would be met by the night sky above you. Even in full daylight you felt like this place would still be as grim and dark as it looked right now.
It was only now you realized having been caught up in your own problems that you had not been the only one in the alley. A sizable number of others seemed to have fallen into the same predicament as you were. One in particular caught your attention as he cleared his throat trying to get everybody’s attention. “At one point I might have called a situation like this an enjoyable time, but I have grown more…serious in my age.” The man looked like he had stumbled out of a fancy cocktail party. Well dressed and an impressive physique, he’d flash everyone a smile before he continued.
“For those that don’t know me I am Bruce Wayne. Anyone know how we got here?”
Cast list:
@Kentucky as Agent K
@Minerva as Ann Takamaki
@Ver as Aoko Aozaki
@Neko Shogun as Aqua
@Crow as Ben Tennyson
@Takumi as Bishamon
@Lucky as Corey Bryant and Mason Hewitt
@Widowmaker as Dante
@Zireael as Geralt of Rivia
@Gummi Bunnies as Goro Majima
@Bomb as Gnar
@thatguyinthestore as Harper Row
@ThatAverageGuy as Jimmy
@dark as John Connor
@CrunchyCHEEZIT as Jotaro Kujo
@BarrenThin as Kroq-Gar
@Atomic Knight as Makoto Naegi
@Josh as Manchester Black
@Otto as Malzahar
@Okami as SCP-682
@Yun Lee as SeeU
@Kaykay as Soujirou Mibu
@belVita as Stanley Burrell
@York as Terry McGinnis
@Archmage Jeremiah as Trixie
@Sen as Vel'Koz
"Eh, probably an alien," Ben comments on Makoto's words, "it's always an alien."
"Woah, you could at least say that nicely," Ben replies to the reptillian SCP-682, "unless you mean it in an actual sense of course, which doesn't seem likely. Alright, fine, I'm backing away..."
Ben then looks directly at SCP-682.
"But yeah, care for you... and all of your friends to give an introduction?"
@Okami @Atomic Knight @Bomb @Gummi Bunnies
❝ The hell yer calling a pirate? Ya picking a fight? ❞ Majima's been called many things due to a lack of another eye. Cyclops. Uni-eye. Guy with the eyepatch. But never has he heard "pirate" being used before. Well, he was itching for a good fight, but maybe if things were in better circumstances he would've pounced at 682 for that fight by now.
❝ Y'know... I was thinking the same thing... 'til freaky fish guy decided to call me some stinky pirate. I got some more decency than that. ❞ Majima blurted out an off-handed comment.
❝ Ya? Ain't wrong with me fending for myself. That's how shit gets done, y'know? ❞ Well, there goes a chance on getting an easy ticket out of this dump. If he was going to be away for awhile, at the very least Nishida could handle managing business. Majima knew that much.
❝ If it ain't for the fact that I'm seeing things with my good eye, I wouldn't be believing stuff that's coming outta yer mouth, squirt. ❞ Yeah, Majima's been seeing some weird stuff since he woke up here. Something nice to talk about over a couple of drinks with his boys once he got back to Kamurocho.
❝ Eh... the name's Goro Majima. Anyone in Kamurocho knows what I'm all about, but looks like nobody knows that 'ere. ❞
@Okami @Atomic Knight @Gummi Bunnies @Bomb @Jeremi