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John gray

"Sorry but it's all part of the job! Nothing personal."

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a character in “The Rend”, as played by Blueshadow

Description

Full Name: John Tobias Gray

Nicknames/Aliases: Armory

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Species: Human/Cyborg


Original Canon: When man was still young and just learning how to survive in the world magic covered the Earth, things beyond even a modern man's comprehension wandered the land, and mystical forces were spread far across the globe. In time where man once cowered in the face of these forces they soon realized they could harness it, use this magic to do great things. Though not everyone could manipulate these forces, and those that could were of the most respected and powerful people in the world. Man lived in prosperity, though these people, these mages grew greedy, and mad with power. In a time of need, though what exactly that need was is left up for debate an event known as the Great Conscription occurred. it was a mass event caused by some of the most powerful mages in the world, where tens of thousands of people were granted incredible powers, though much unlike magic in their natures. This became the undoing of the mages as in time the Conscripted grew in number revolting against their magic wielding masters. Those who could use magic essentially became extinct with only a small number surviving into the modern world.

With the eradication of mages, the Conscripted ruled. Science began to replace magic as the dominating force in people's minds. These days in the modern world many people are born Conscripted, and hold a variety of unique powers. Others hold the potential to be Conscripted, and their powers either manifest later in life, or is unlocked via a life endangering catalyst. Though many people without the potential are granted powers through scientific enhancements instead.

In these days the Conscripted began to do battle. There were some who used their powers to do good, donning disguises and false identities. Others sought to take what they wanted through force not caring for the laws of man. Though these villians would do little to truly danger the world they were a public menace and many young Conscripted rose up to stop them. Heroes and vilians were born. Some heroes are more prominent than others, with one of the most famous being a plant manipulating hero known as Briar. He was the first to go public with his identity thus he set of the trend of heroes being seen as celebrities in the public eye. Many of Briar's foes have been cast in the public eye as figures of notoriety, and infamy, with many unsavory types idolizing them. Eventually more destructive and eldritch foes rose up to do battle with Briar, often putting the world in danger like never before.



Description: John is a rather large and intimidating figure standing at 6'6. He is decently large thanks to his cybernetic enhancements. His implants cover the whole of his body, with every inch of him being covered in thick steel plating. The plating on his arms and legs is slightly thinner than the rest so as to still allow him relatively fast and unrestricted movement speed. He has short black hair, and his eyes are of two different colors, with one being a vibrant blue, and the other being an odd shade of red. This is due to an ocular implant he received as a part of his augmentations. Aside from the holster he wears around his waist john avoids wearing cloths as they tend to undermine his movement, and have been rendered slightly pointless since his augmentations.

Personality: John is very much a friendly individual, with a jovial, and playful demeanor. His generally nice demeanor often makes people think of him as a fairly nice guy despite his grim profession. Though despite this he is also fairly serious about his job and his targets, being very stubborn and unrelenting in the completion of a job. This usually results in Armory talking to his victims in a kindly manner, asking them how their day was before placing a bullet in their heads. Not because he likes to trick people but simply because he is friendly individual who enjoys talking to others and just so happens to have a job to do. This being said he is not adverse to killing and violence in the least, and in fact quiet enjoys a decent fight. He enjoys thrills and adventure, and absolutely hates boredom.


Skills/Powers: While not a Conscripted himself John has several abilities, skills, and powers he has gained through severe augmentation, and training. John boasts considerable strength able to move weights most men would find difficult with ease. The majority of his body is also far more durable than a normal human, due to his body being mostly cybernetics. The cybernetics provide him many other advantages such as thermal, and night vision due to an ocular implant. John is powered by an internal battery, which recharges as he moves. This device has essentially replaced his heart and it allows him to go for long periods of time without tiring, and though he does still require rest, it is much less than a normal humans.He also has access to a considerable number of weapons, such as two concealed wrist mounted machine guns, a large hidden blade stored in his left arm, and the palm of his right hand functions as a powerful flamethrower, a function he had installed specifically to deal with a certain, plant controlling superhero. If those prove too little fire power he also has access to no less than fourteen guns. Two of which he keeps on a holster around his waist, as well as twelve more concealed in secret compartments placed within his legs, with six guns per leg.

In addition to the many physical advantages of cybernetic enhancements John has several skills he has acquired through his profession over the years. He is skilled in the use of hand to hand combat often not even needing to use his strength and weapons to deal with weaker foes. John is also an expert marksmen skilled in the use of firearms, when properly focused on his target, he rarely misses. Though he isn't by any means a trained engineer, or knowledgeable robotics expert he knows his way around machines, and robots. A consequence of always having to repair his cybernetics. John is also surprisingly intelligent, something which catches most people off guard.
Weaknesses: His cyborg body provides him many strengths, and it may indeed be his greatest strength. However it has proven on multiple occasions to also be his greatest weakness. As a cyborg John is impervious to many things like disease, and even hunger, however it leaves him vulnerable to things such as electricity, and water. His internal systems, and power supply are surprisingly delicate and can easily be disrupted by currents of electricity. Electricity is a terribly lethal force to John, it messes with his systems, and disrupts his power supply, even a small current of electricity can prove fatal. Water is similarly dangerous as it can cause his body to rust, and wreck havoc on his internal devices. Though most of his body serves as durable armor there are a few weak points. The most obvious weakness is his face which is the only part of his body which is still flesh. These parts are wholly organic, and are as vulnerable as a normal humans. His limbs also all share a common weakness. On each limb right at the joint between his elbows, and knees is wholly unprotected and easily broken. It is meant to allow for a full range of movement, and provide cooling for his internal mechanisms, however if these are targeted and destroyed it often ends up in the loss of a limb.

In addition to the flaws of his body he has several moral and mental weaknesses. The first of which being his recklessness, and cockiness. He has been lead to believe that he is superior to all non-augmented humans and and even most Conscripted. This results in him being far less cautious than he should be. He is also an incredibly greedy, and materialistic individual. Greed is essentially his primary motive in life, and the best way to manipulate him is often through the use of money and materiel objects


Brief History: John hails from a large though poor family, being the youngest of six children. Despite their lack of money however they were happy, and John had a decent childhood with loving parents. At least he did until he lost his mother in a car accident. This brought upon a gruesome change in John's father, who through grief, and despair had turned into an abusive monster. His older siblings had managed to get away after only a few years as they moved away as soon as they turned eighteen. John however was unable to escape, and eventually he could no longer live with the abuse.

He ran away when he was fifteen, and took to a life on the streets. It wasn't easy and food was harder, and harder to come by each day. He was getting desperate, and soon he had to resort to undignified, drastic measures. Eventually a strange, and rather suspicious man came up to him, and offered a large sum of money if he volunteered to be a part of an experimental surgery. He had no choice and accepted. The surgery, made him stronger, and faster. Entirely superior to a normal human, though not to a Conscripted. The shady man, not seeming entirely satisfied upheld his end of the bargain, letting John go with a lareg amount of money.

Though it lasted fro quiet some time eventually he found himself broke again. He used his new found strength and resorted to crime, and he seemed eerily suited to the life of a criminal. Eventually he found his way into the career of a hit man, killing whoever for a paycheck.He was good at it, and it kept him off the streets so he didn't complain. Unfortunately the life of a hit man was dangerous, and he made countless enemies. They wanted him dead and they did their damnedest to see that happen.

John was hospitalized for weeks, as the majority of his body was left broken beyond repair. He managed to survive in a hospital bed, though just barely, and life was fading from him every day. He had come to terms with it. He was going to die, and he was okay with it. It was for this reason he was utterly surprised to wake up one day, on an operating table. His body repaired, saved through the miracles of science, melded together with metal, and advanced technologies most would fail to comprehend. It didn't take long until he found himself face to face with the same mysterious man that saved him from the streets some time ago. They were impressed with the results of the first test and were ready to move on.

It was explained to him that both the initial surgery and cybernetics were an attempt to turn a normal man into a terrifying weapon, a soldier capable of matching even the most powerful of Conscripteds. Conscripteds were dangerous and their needed to be a way to stop the most dangerous ones after all. It was revealed that the man was apart of the United States government, a part that did not officially exist dedicated to the study and eradication of Conscripted individuals. They were known as the Guardian Group, and now they owned John.

They turned him into a soldier, designated him Armory and set him loose on the Conscripteds. He was a rousing success easily killing most foes in his path. The Guardian group was much less benevolent then they presented themselves however as they seemingly killing these powered individuals indiscriminately. John didn't care, it was exciting, and they were even paying him for his work so he followed orders diligently. This set him at odds with the hero Briar, and they often found themselves locked in battle.

john didn't particularly enjoy the pesky hero, and tried to kill him as often as possible. However he had no issue working with the hero when it was found that the Guardian Group had placed a kill switch of sorts into Armory's systems. Together they took down the Guardian Group, and removed the kill switch from Armory's system.

Now free from the thumb of the Guardian Group John sold himself as a hired gun to some of the most unpleasant people in the world. Often coming to clash with Briar again, as the cyborg had cemented himself as one of the hero's most dangerous adversaries. Currently he had found himself working for a cyborg terrorist known only as The Collective.

So begins...

John gray's Story

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It didnā€™t take long for Stride to notice that she had been completely and utterly ignored. Her scowl deepened beneath her mask as the others went on in their business, with several of them introducing themselves at Madisonā€™s prompt. Others, still, however, had simply gone on without doing that either; two of the girls went off to have a fuck party- or whatever the hell they were up to- , and Kora-ganger continued to shout at the emo kid- with said emo kid participating in dismissing her. At the redheadā€™s words, Stride rose a brow, glancing once again at the others once again.

ā€œAā€™ight, so none of you guys heard the whole ā€˜cannibal, psychopath, kidnapping terroristā€™ spile she just went on? Just me?ā€ If they didnā€™t hear her this time, the hybrid mused, then they were either idiots, or completely supportive of some random kid being accused of a...well, a variety of things by this point, really.

Without warning, another rather familiar face had bounded into her line of vision, shouting about having shot Emo-Kid in the face, how they were in hell, and etcetera and etcetera. Given the fact that she had already been introduced to the idea of ā€œalternate selvesā€ at this point, it didnā€™t take long for Stride to figure out that this wasnā€™t ā€œtheir Makoraiā€. Amused by the flow of dialogue escaping the man, Stride lightly jabbed Madison in the ribs, mood lightened.

ā€œHey,ā€ she mumbled, taking care that her words were hidden by the chaos surrounding them. ā€œYa think this Makoā€™s as much of a lilā€™ bitch as our one?ā€

Upon hearing Armoryā€™s shout regarding a certain scaled sir, Stride allowed her voice to rise once again, drawling heavily on each syllable. ā€œThe Godzilla kind, Bolts. Ya know how they are; goinā€™ ā€˜round shootinā€™ lazers at the Tokyo Tower.ā€ The next comment from the man regarding his...state brought a snort from the fighter, and an accompanying ā€œNo shit, Sherlock.ā€

Finally, to the giant sentient armor, Stride gave yet another snort. This entire arena was just filled to the brim with movie tropes, wasnā€™t it? The large, villainous ham, the obligatory lizard creature thing, the spunky girl with an equally spunky petā€¦

ā€œShouldnā€™t worry ā€˜bout things catchinā€™ on fire,ā€ she said. ā€œWeā€™re surrounded by stone, nā€™ stone doesnā€™t really catch on fire or anythinā€™.ā€ She paused for another moment, remembering something.

ā€œOh, nā€™ you guys can call me Stride, if weā€™re still doinā€™ the whole introducinā€™ thing.ā€







It seemed that the general aggression wouldnā€™t be so quick to temper down, much to Madisonā€™s dismay.

Within a very short span, things had only seemed to escalate further. While Eze seemed to have calmed at this point, and while at least a few people had decided to go along with the introduction session, there was still the matter of the ones who hadnā€™t been soothed whatsoever. The alternate version of Kora was still- quite literally- fuming, with the winged boy and Rateva continuing to add fuel to the fire. At this rate, a fight was inevitable, and the main offenders seemed very much unwilling to let things go so easily.

Madison hardly batted an eye upon seeing another copy of a SCION member run up. He didnā€™t even need to focus on the manā€™s scent to see the differences between this Makorai, and their own; the fact that he recognized the dark haired youth was a large amount of evidence in itself, as well as the fact that he was neither baffled nor shocked by the fact that Kora was aflame. At Strideā€™s sudden jab and subsequent whisper, Madison only gave a disapproving shake of his head before continuing to listen.

Frowning as the little gathering continued to toss insults and obvious frustrations about, the vampire took a few steps forth, adjusting his hat to better sit upon his head with the movement. ā€œWhile I donā€™t speak for everyone,ā€ he spoke, voice just as calm as before, ā€œand while I donā€™t claim to be in any sort of authority here, I think it would be best if you all calmed down for the time being, and stopped threatening each other like this.

If Iā€™m correct, weā€™re all currently captives of some sort of powerful being, and in a world completely different from our own. Now,ā€ a slight gesture, as to emphasize his point. ā€œagain, while I have no authority, trying to kill each other at the moment doesnā€™t seem like the best idea. I can assume that,ā€ a hand wave towards Drake, Kora, and Makorai, ā€œyou all are from the same world, yes? While...he,ā€ another wave, this time to Rasteva, ā€œis currently thinking that attacking would solve the problem of fights starting. Iā€™m sure you have are very much enemies where youā€™re from, what with...well, everything youā€™ve said, by now. Here, though, weā€™re currently on the same playing field.

I donā€™t mean to offend, but those who suddenly thought violence was the answer to solving violence shouldnā€™tā€¦really shouldnā€™t do that, especially when the person on the receiving end didnā€™t do anything but curse a bit. The being said nothing about trying to kill each other- just to introduce ourselves. On that note,ā€ Madison gave a small clap of his hands, ā€œmy name is Madison Lovette, and I am a behaviorist working for my organization. Itā€™s a pleasure to meet you all.ā€

There. Hopefully, that would at least do something to calm things.

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One moment Kichi was casually venturing through the forests of his world, on the hunt for a certain person corrupted by a demon. He was going to be paid for this job too. He'd do it anyway even if he wasn't paid. The money was simply a bonus this time and he kind of needed it considering nothing was for free. The next, he finds himself surrounded by darkness. It was such a strange place to be in. It did not feel as though the lights had gone out but more like he was in a strange realm dedicated to the colour black. He wasn't sure how to explain it but he couldn't say it was a very comforting place. The Rend, this Rend guy, he sounded like an idiot. Like some employee hired out of pity. He sounded so unsure of his own words, and all that rambling was pretty annoying.

Although the idea was quite intriguing that this strange being came up with, it would have been nice to be notified in advance. Kichiro suddenly felt his stomach drop, as if he was falling before his mind went blank and there was silence. Kichi lay there on the hot, colourful mosaic tiles. He was conscious and felt like he was waking up after a long nap. Didn't feel like moving, just wanted to really go back to sleep. But it was a bit hard with lightning bolts, ice, fire and yelling happening around you. Kichi simply stirred, groaning out of irritation. He wasn't too far from the gathering of troglodytes, that's how he'd see them for now anyway. A bunch of uncivilised cave people fighting over who gets to light the fire first.

The bickering didn't seem to end and just went on and on. Kichiro rolled over onto his side, eyes lazily open now as he studied the gathering of strange looking people. They were certainly an odd bunch. Kichi couldn't help but get excited over the possible fun things headed his way. Considering how emotional some of them were it would be too easy to toy with them. The soothing sounds of a flute playing nearby only made him want to sleep even more. How annoying that he would be forced to wake up. "Oh my god no one cares." Kichi said out loud to no one in particular; at was almost aimed at everyone really. A shame the peaceful ones couldn't keep the brats under control. "No one cares if you think you're stronger than they are. And no one cares that you lost your damn daughter, go have a cry somewhere else. Is this really going to be some kind of stupid fight over 'my guns are bigger than yours'. Or hey I'm angry because you did bad things in my world?" Kichiro himself was in fact, one of those brats. He liked to stir shit and most of his statements were probably not even relevant but simply there to make someone annoyed or to see who would get annoyed first.

"Why don't you all take a fine look at green eye metal man over there. Use him as a role model for how to take your anger out on other things." With that said he pointed casually with his thumb at Xinder who was casually and amusingly tearing a lava shark apart. Kichiro grinned at the sight. He hoped to see the man do that to a person some day. All of the white hair male's words were spoke in a calm and lazy tone. As if he were forced to read something out in front of the class by the teacher. Madison was doing quite well with trying to keep things calm, hopefully her words would work and everyone would calm their tits. Otherwise. "Fighting would be such a waste of time right now. Especially considering we only just got here. Surely there are more fun things to do." Kichiro didn't care if his earlier statements struck a nerve or anything, and a simple insult headed his way would only encourage him to be a pest even more. To think that the creatures in his world were fun to toy with, imagine the surprises this lot had in stall for him.

"Oh and I'm Kichiro. Destroyer of imbeciles or something like that. Yeah."

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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Khojin Malqir Character Portrait: Madison Lovette
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With all the arrogance and stupidity flying around, Ocean was tired of dealing with these creatures
and ashamed of herself for even getting involved in their ā€œIā€™m the bestā€ contest. However, it was
when another newcomer told the woman on fire that her losing a child didnā€™t matter- /What an
arrogant selfish ass, who says that, ever?/ - that the fairy just...gave up. She landed over at the
site of her waking, rummaging through her provided bag. One of her clips was there, thankfully,
and she pulled back her locks, the weight on her head lessening significantly as the hair became a
much more manageable mid back length. She also found the hilt of a sword, which she shrank
and placed in her pocket, and a miniaturized bow along with several arrows of water fey make with
the distinctive slots in the metal body. Renewed, she began to pull out the water
she had - multiple bottles, much more than anyone else - and finally, in a box at the bottom, she
found them. Capsules, one of her nationā€™s most well known weapons.

The queenā€™s next step was to scan the minds of those present with a spell for telepathy, finding
herself shocked when the woman to greet her first was a male vampire (in a dress) who
happened to be one of the most sensible there by her own personal judgment. She walked over
briskly, and dropped the bag with all its water replaced beside him, before kneeling to pull out the
box and show the vampire its insides.

ā€œYou seem to be sensible, so Iā€™m hoping itā€™s not wrong to let you have these.ā€ she told him,
opening the tin to reveal pale blue, well, capsules, on the inside.ā€They freeze any liquid they come
into contact with instantly, including blood, which is why we often use them within our weapons to
make any strike devastating. You seem like you wonā€™t run around on a murder spree.ā€ she put the
capsules away, and stood back up with three of the bottles of water, which she held in her arms
while creating a small but strong shield over Madison, and out of courtesy, his companion Stride.
Having to shield the manā€™s world companion reminded her to be kind, and she looked around, also
shielding others not involved in making things worse, the cyborg and the flute girl with her dragon
companion included.

Then she walked back to the scene of the fight, placidly opening the three bottles and setting them
on the ground. ā€œMaybe Rasteva needs an upgrade to hear better, because that isnā€™t what I said.ā€
she informed him lightly, fluttering up to his ā€œeyeā€ level. ā€œAnd you,ā€ she flew over to Drake,
ā€œshould land, alright?ā€ Finally, she moved over to the newcomer, and her face said she would very
much like to spit on him. ā€œHow much of a bastard are you, to tell a mother losing her child doesnā€™t
matter? You should be ashamed.ā€

She waited for no replies, only flying as high as the grates above them would allow. The water in
the bottles flew up to meet her, and she dipped her hands into it, gathering herself, before
unleashing her powers. Storm clouds flew in, with pelting rain that soon turned into snow, sleet and
hail. With this distraction, force-fields shoved most of the aggressors away from each other and
back into the walls. The storm, confined to the arena because Ocean wasn't arrogant enough to
take on a sea of lava, grew fiercer, while the fairy flew lower, tossed wet hair from her face, and
slashed a hand before her. Before her, what seemed to be a tear in the air appeared, pouring in
sunlight, and Ocean slipped through with a cheeky wave. It sealed behind her, and immediately,
the storm died down. Soon the sky was back to blankly sunny cloudless blue, and without the water and
melting ice on the ground, there was no evidence anyone had been there at all

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...Whereā€™s Ocean?

What happened- I- where did she go? What just happened? What...wait.

Howā€¦? Characters...characters
donā€™t do this. Characters canā€™t do this! They canā€™t just- just get up and walk away from the Rend like this! Thatā€™s ridiculous! They- they canā€™t- but what if she did...

ā€¦

EVERYTHING IS GOING HORRIBLY WRONG.

N-no, itā€™s too early for everything to be
that bad, Rend! Sure, the gates just- just magically opened themselves, and sure, one of the characters just- just somehow left, but...but itā€™s fine! I can still do this! After all, every GM starts off rockily, right? They always have that one that ends up going all...like this, right? In fact, Iā€™d say Iā€™m doing decent, given the...uhm, the characters I picked up. And yeah, itā€™s my first one! Nothing to feel bad about! I just need to, uh, start things now. Intervene.

ā€Okay, everyone! I- well, one of your fellow...people just ended up leaving, but...but donā€™t worry, alright? Iā€™m pretty sure that no one else can do that, but- but I probably have to make sure, uh...Heh. Sorry! B-before I do anything like that, though, I just want to go ahead and clear up a few things. Actually, uh, yā€™know. Do my job and all.

ā€œWell, I just want to go ahead and clarify that
nobody is supposed to kill anyone here. Yep! Haha, yeah, no, uh, trying to cut people in half, shoot someone in the head, noooope. In fact, youā€™re actually doing the exact opposite of what I wanted, if you can believe that! Weird, right? Heh. Basically, uh, Iā€™m going to send you all out to do these amazing missions! Fun, right? Youā€™ll be explorers of a new world, and you can fight evil monsters and things like that! Everything you could want, Iā€™m sure- but, uh, still, no killing the other people here? Youā€™re supposed to form a nice little group down there, and, uh, not supposed to attack everyone else? In fact, you guys will actually, ehm...get...punished if you do anything like this again! Scary, right? Nobody wants that. And youā€™re also supposed to protect each other, too, so if you donā€™t do that, youā€™ll...Also get punished!

ā€œNow, now, I know what you all must be thinking- ā€˜But Rend, you sound like some evil god trying to watch us all suffer!ā€™ I would also like to clarify that I am neither a god, demon, daemon, daedra, angel, death, Gifted, or anything like that. You guys are
not, in fact, in hell. But I do have to be a bit strict in things, however, since you all are so...uh, violent? And because one of you just suddenly up and left, but, anyway. Let me just, uh, clear my throat hereā€¦ā€

Suddenly, several of the characters found themselves feeling...well, not as absurdly strong. Got to even the playing field and all that, but, eh-hehm. Donā€™t want to end up causing more trouble, but, uh, the ones with the most skills and powers and magical stuff ended up with less. Like Rasteva, and Eze- mainly because Iā€™m just kind of worried about how far this will, uh, escalate, if theyā€™re so strong...Uhm, and, uh, the other ones who triggered the problems, um, got less strong somewhat, too, and, uh, yeah. Less power. Of course, not planning on, uh, taking away from those who need the power, but yes. Weakened somewhat. This is both punishment and to make sure nobody else escapes.

ā€œNow, Iā€™m going to remove the lava and, uh, other things right now. And open the gate properly. I expect for all of you to get along at this point, or else, you know. Punishment. Have fun!ā€


With that, all obstacles that had been placed outside the arena vanished, and the gates began to open once moreā€¦

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Adira Hasidare

As Adira stood and moved to walk towards the others, Rend's omnipresent voice rang out, sounding rather flustered (which was odd if this being was trying to play god). However he managed to bumble his say through explaining that not only were they not supposed to kill each other (which was a relief) but that they would be "punished" if they tried. This coming from the being that summoned lava sharks and giant spiders because Adira opened a gate, she was not eager to find out what his concept of "punishment" was.

More than that though, they were all supposed to work together to go on this heroic quests he'd supposedly be assigning them. Looking at the others Adira couldn't help but to wonder exactly how thoroughly Rend had thought this through. If he'd intended for everyone to get along and work together, he probably shouldn't have chosen a group of people from opposite sides of an active war. She also noted that, while everyone else was exceptionally powerful, she was somewhat on the weaker side which would make it rather difficult for her to keep up with them on their missions.

This thought was addressed a moment later when Rend said:

Suddenly, several of the characters found themselves feeling...well, not as absurdly strong. Got to even the playing field and all that, but, eh-hehm. Donā€™t want to end up causing more trouble, but, uh, the ones with the most skills and powers and magical stuff ended up with less. Like Rasteva, and Eze- mainly because Iā€™m just kind of worried about how far this will, uh, escalate, if theyā€™re so strong...Uhm, and, uh, the other ones who triggered the problems, um, got less strong somewhat, too, and, uh, yeah. Less power. Of course, not planning on, uh, taking away from those who need the power, but yes. Weakened somewhat. This is both punishment and to make sure nobody else escapes.

As he said this a strong gust of wing blew through the arena and past- no, through- the bodies of the characters. She saw many of the more powerful beings sway as the wind blew through them, appearing to have been significantly weakened (especially that fairy who seemed to have just caused a hurricane on a whim). However when the wind reached Adira she felt... well, the same actually. Nothing seemed to have happened to her. Too bad.

However as she glanced over at Fell she could see that he was equally confused, the scales on his back rippling oddly as if his muscles were sore. There were strange lumps under the skin that hadn't been there before. They bore a resemblance to young adult Fanghur who were in the first stages of wing development, however Fell had not reached that age so Adira quickly scratched that off her mental list of explanations. Before she could ponder any further, Rend spoke again.

ā€œNow, Iā€™m going to remove the lava and, uh, other things right now. And open the gate properly. I expect for all of you to get along at this point, or else, you know. Punishment. Have fun!ā€

At these words the gate did open, the monsters and lava having disappeared. Adira looked at Fell but he stared back at her in equal confusion. "Well, I guess we know why we're here..." she said slowly, still trying to process all of this, "If we're all supposed to work together like some big, happy family then the first step would be to go meet everyone. And not pick a fight this time." Fell bobbed his head in agreement and Adira hesitantly started walking towards the group of now significantly weakened heroes.

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After Eze's few words to Rasteva, all that any of the others did was shout at each other. Figuring that his intervention would be, once again, pointless the half-dragon began walking back to his bag. Almost halfway through his little walk a storm picked up. The rain Eze liked, but as it escalated he simply dug his claws into the ground to prevent himself from moving with its wind.

Even with the storm, Eze managed to make progress to the bag. However, as soon as the storm stopped the being that brought them here spoke up. Something about things not turning out how it wanted to. Perhaps the 'god' should have made a place a little better for introductions, or given everyone some time before sending them all to the same place. Eze didn't care at this point. The only thing he cared about from this being was the fact that it mentioned that the exit was now open.

Then it happened. Just an arm's reach from his bag and Eze dropped to the floor. The air was becoming dryer, his mind foggier, his muscles more tired, and his scales dulled of their bronze-like shine. Then his shoulders began feeling pain beyond anything he had ever experienced. From his crawling position, the half-dragon let out a long, loud, high-pitched screech like a dragon mounted on a pike. All the while his wings were being forced from his back, slowly growing out to 6 and a quarter feet each. After 5 or so minutes of the excruciating pain, the death screech ended as Eze shakily stood up. Finishing his march to the bag, Eze quickly opened it up only to devour the once again full bucket of water and fish.

Placing his bag's straps around his neck and rolling his wings on his back, Eze shakily marched towards the gate. Useless. I am weak. How am I supposed to fight evil like this? No, I useless. Just another reminder as to how useless I am. I couldn't even stop a fight, how am I supposed to protect everyone else?

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Adira took a small step forwards. For the most part it seemed that everyone had managed to reach an uncomfortable truce - this would have to be enough. "I hate to interrupt," she said evenly, addressing all those around her, "But it looks like the only way we are all going to get back to our own worlds-" her eyes flicked towards the noticeably small Rasteva who had just dropped her polearm, "-and back to our normal strength, is to go along with Rend's game."

"He said something about going on an adventure or whatever but, though he hasn't specified what this mission will actually pertain to, the first step would still probably be exiting the arena." Adira's eyes turned upwards. The light had been slowly but steadily moving across the sky whilst they'd been standing in the arena. "If we remain here too much longer, it'll begin to get dark. And, seeing as everything that makes up this world seems to be based on Rend's whims, there's no telling what creatures may travel under the cover of night."

"If we can get out of here before night falls, I can find a place for us to set up camp and see if I can trap anything to eat. If we're fortunate, Rend will tell us what exactly we have to do before he'll allow us to return." She pushed a hand through her hair, meeting the eyes of everyone in the little social-circle. "I also... apologize... for my rudeness earlier," there was a small strain in her voice, making it obvious that she rarely was one to apologize, though she didn't look away from their eyes. "I have no excuses as we are all on edge about this whole situation. However, I am as keen to return to my world as I'm sure you all are. So it may be in all of our best interests to hold a truce, at least until escape is a possibility." Fell nudged her hand and Adira blinked. "Oh, yes, and I am Adira. This is my Fanghur companion, Fell."

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"Fell did not receive a bag as everyone else did, and the food that is in mine is not suitable for him to eat long term. So even if you all have food that is fit enough for you I still need to go hunting." Adira answered simply, then made a general gesture towards all of them. "Take a good look around you. As far as I can tell, Rend didn't just make up all of this stuff on his own - he borrowed it from somewhere. Similarly to how he 'borrowed' us from our own worlds - and a considerable number of us your world world in particular, if I'm not mistaken." Her eyes wandered between Kora, Drake and the others that Fell had detected similar scents on (though Adira herself did not yet know their names).

"As for the design of this 'game', it's like a bunch of pieces from different puzzles that a child might've connected together. As far as I can tell regarding the rules and reasoning behind it all..." she offered a lame shrug, "I honestly have no idea. But so far he's make it clear we're to work together and complete a series of tasks which he will assign us. He has even opened the gate and removed it's guardians - which strikes me as a pretty clear indicator that it's his desire is for us to leave the arena."

Adira then looked up towards the sky, shielding her eyes against the slowly descending orb of light. "I don't know how long the day or night last in this place, nor do I know exactly how long we've been here thus far, but time seems to be moving along nonetheless." Adira looked back to the group, making sure to meet Kora's eyes, though her voice was level and lacking hostility as she continued on, "Which brings me to reiterate my previous point: it is unwise to be running around aimlessly in the dark, especially when you're in an unknown and potentially hostile environment. Therefore I am inclined to find somewhere to set up camp before the last of the light disappears."

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Meanwhile, Fell had taken an interest in this new kid who'd just jumped onto Drake's back and began talking fast enough to stun one of the faire folk. Where are we? Who are all of you people? Can I pet your dragon? Or like, ride it? Iā€™m Skip the Third. Are we dead? Which afterlife is this? I kinda wanted to meet Cerberus ā€˜cause Iā€™ve always wanted a dog that didnā€™t die and thatā€™d be like having three dogs." Now Fell was a touch indignation that this new figure had just referred to him as a dragon, as he was most certainly not, but Fell was also much more understanding than Adira usually was about the misunderstanding. What truly perplexed him was not the hyperactivity this one displayed, but instead the strange scent that emanated from him. Though Fell had encountered many unfamiliar scents in his lifetime, this one was completely foreign to him. Like if dragonfire had engulfed an alchemist hovel. When Drake flew off (rather quickly, he noticed) Fell slowly moved closer to the yellow-eyed being, sniffing his leg in puzzlement.

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Eze wasn't too terribly surprised when Armory had arrived, as he had not been moving at the fastest pace and Armory was sure to have reason to want to leave as well. However, Armory chose to talk rather than just walk past the nearly shambling half-dragon and what he said was just another reminder to the fact that Eze would always fail. Why does fate rub the fact I am useless in my face? Why?

Armory then spoke like Eze was useful. Stopping only to turn around, Eze said "I doubt I am going to be much help. I can't even diffuse an argument, how am I supposed to protect others? Hug the enemy till they kill me? Not only am I dry, but I can't pull back my wings thanks to this..." Eze didn't even pause as his voice slowly rose into a soft yell, "FOOL of a god! The only thing that this has served was to prove I am useless! Useless! All because I tried to help! All because I tried to cause some space! All because I am only bound to fail! I may succeed every now and again, but it always leads to the same thing! Failure! Someone I care about dying! Every single time! For 300 years!"

Done with his little rant, Eze turned away from Armory, taking a moment to regain his balance as the weight of his wings on his back nearly caused him to topple over. As his balance returned, the half-dragon stood with his head down in shame. Maybe I should just sit here and see if I starve or dry to death first.

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Maā€™am. While others might have chosen to correct what was, really, a completely honest mistake, Madison chose not to- at least, not for the moment. He hardly bothered these days until it was completely necessary for him to do so, and the young man had already flounced off before he could have the chance to do so. As such, the vampire merely blinked once, twice, thrice, then trailed after. It was rude not to answer a question, after all- especially when said question pertained to someone who had escaped captivity as easily as waving her wrist.

As soon as he was in proper earshot once again, Madison slowed to a stop, taking care not to plant himself in a puddle or anything of the sort (these heels had been expensive, after all!) before speaking. ā€œIā€™m afraid that she didnā€™t tell me anything about getting out,ā€ he admitted. ā€œShe was in a bit of a...rush to get out, you could say. All she gave me was a warning before- well, considering you saw her before she left, Iā€™m sure you know what she did just now, too.ā€

The lie came naturally, the researcher not missing a beat throughout his words. While he was sure that this one wasnā€™t as...volatile as the others, he was still determined to keep the existence of the fairyā€™s presents hidden for the time being. With how the gathering had been acting, and how powerful the woman had shown herself to be, there was enough evidence to make Madison reasonably wary- or so he felt. Even if they decided to properly ally, there was still the chance they would attempt to use the capsules for more malicious purposes. So he simply decided to keep his lips sealed, absentmindedly adjusting his packs as he stood.

Soon enough, Madison seemed to realize something, and smiled brightly even if the otherā€™s eyes were not on him. ā€œIā€™m Madison, by the way; itā€™s nice to meet you.ā€ Curious as to what had drawn the manā€™s attention, he peered over his shoulder, looking at the contents of the bag from where he was. A question had begun to form itself on his lips, although it was soon and suddenly replaced upon catching sight of a dog trotting up.

The question itself was delayed again as the vampire cooed at the canine, bending a little in order to pet its head.

Once he had remembered what he had been about to say, Madison raised his head, although he kept his eyes locked on the little beast for the time being. ā€œIs she yours? Sheā€™s beautiful!ā€ Although he typically disliked assumptions, the other had been rifling through a bag stuffed to the brim with dog treats and other miscellaneous objects, so there was at least some evidence to do so.

By the point that both Adira and Rasteva had spoken, he had lowered himself to the ground already, tucking his duffel bag beneath him so as to avoid getting himself wet. He appeared completely and utterly distracted by this point, so his sudden raising of voice seemed to only spring from nowhere at first.


ā€œI have to agree with Kora on this, actually. After all, you two- such a cute little puppy- you two seem to be assuming that our host didnā€™t add in other challenges for us to deal with. This...being has been acting extremely erratically which leads me to believe that there may be some things that we canā€™t expect outside- Iā€™m sure you all remember the sudden lava, after all. We have enough rations to feed all of us, Iā€™m sure, and the gate can be barricadedā€¦ā€ He paused once again, moving to actually look back at the others.

ā€œI would say that we should cast a vote. From what weā€™ve heard, weā€™re all a team, and if one of us ends up wounded, weā€™ll all end up punished one way or another. Shall we?ā€

After all, he was no leader. Calling a vote and conducting himself as if he was was only stir more tension, or so Madison believed.

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It was with a sort of morbid fascination that the hybrid watched Khojinā€™s...tongue? loll from the massacred flesh, waving about in the open air for a long, uncomfortable moments. It was like watching a car crash- it wasnā€™t really the most pleasant thing to watch, but you just couldnā€™t tear your eyes away. It was only until the muscle was pulled back into the ā€œZa Riā€™sā€ mouth that Stride blinked, continuing to squint at the opening as if expecting it to suddenly start expelling beetles.

ā€œThatā€™s fucked up,ā€ she muttered decisively, giving a short shake of her head. ā€œYa know, where I come from, ya donā€™t usually tear open someoneā€™s face when youā€™re screwinā€™ ā€˜em. Least, we have a rule ā€˜bout that; ā€˜donā€™t stick your dick in crazyā€™.ā€ Stride paused, giving Khojin another once-over. ā€œOr, ya know. ā€˜Donā€™t let batshit insane stick its dick in ya.ā€™.ā€ The true rule of thumb, really, no matter the race or origin.

Adiraā€™s words caused her attention to be drawn away from the weird horror-story shit she had just witnessed, and it was with a sense of disbelief that Stride listened to the dragon-rider boss everyone around. Her disbelief was only increased as the weird suit of armor chimed in, and, eventually, Stride began to chuckle just a bit louder than before.

ā€œLook,ā€ she said dryly. ā€œI donā€™t care if youā€™re the princess where youā€™re from or whatever, but I canā€™t say I really wanna go jump off a cliff cause some magical armor and some kid told me there was a buncha pillows at the bottom of it. Hell, I could just be trippinā€™ by this point cause some asshole decided itā€™d be fun to slip some drugs in my drink, but Iā€™m still not gonna just fuck off into the wilds like this.ā€ Idly, Stride brought her gaze about in a circle, taking in the surrounding party.

ā€œJust cause ya think the voice cut pieces from our worlds doesnā€™t mean everythinā€™s baby-proofed. For all we know, someone came from Monty Python, and thereā€™s a buncha killer rabbits everywhere. There were fuckinā€™ lava spiders out there, ya know- and whose to say the voice might end up lettinā€™ one of us die off to make things interestinā€™?ā€ Popping a stiffened joint in her neck, Stride let out a small sigh before continuing on.

ā€œIā€™m votinā€™ that we just donā€™t follow the lead of the underdressed fifteen year old and Iron Man. Not sayinā€™ we hide in here forever, but we should at least find a place where we know thereā€™s no poison dolphins or anythinā€™ like that.ā€

Absentmindedly, Stride took notice of the weird little glowing guy who had joined DoppleKora, but her attention did not focus for long on them. There were more important issues at hand, after all.

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Azai had been enjoying a night's rest in his web just moments before and now he was falling... and falling... and falling. He wasn't a fly! He didn't have wings! How the hell did that ominous voice think that it was a great idea to have him spiraling down in the darkness like this? He had tried to use his webs to cling to something but this inky blackness had no ledge, branch, or ceiling. It was just emptiness. He did have a strange bag that appeared beside him but that wasn't helping him right now. He almost wished he was back in the mansion he despised. At least things there made sense! Why was it that he was the one that always got snatched away from his home and brought somewhere else? This was the second time, damn it! And this time, he hadn't even done anything to warrant his capture!

Suddenly, the shadow seemed to break open and spit the spider out and he continued to drop. The ground and people were fast approaching. "Ah!" he cried out a bit undignified as he landed on one of the creatures below. Both he and the stranger hit the ground hard though Azai had to admit, he was lucky this guy cushioned his fall. He winced and started to try and get to his feet but the damn bag dropped on his back then and he winced as he hit the man beneath him again. He groaned and shook his head, his dark strands falling against his pale skin. He looked up, his deep amethyst gaze catching a glimpse of the dog in front of him. He had never seen a creature like him before. His eyes widened as he got on his hands and knees, careful to actually use the ground as leverage instead of the man. He pulled himself off the stranger and dusted himself off, his gaze never leaving the strange four-legged beasty. He wondered how the creature's innards tasted like.

The black widow then realized there were others in the strange place he found himself. He tensed and crouched low. He gave a hiss and bared his fangs. He really didn't like meeting strangers as of late. The voice said he was in a different world, but was it really a different world or was the master of the house toying with him? Punishing him for biting that patron? He wasn't supposed to bite or harm the others after all but it really wasn't his fault the man kept poking his face. The guy was asking to be bitten. He didn't recognize anyone or anything here. And being out in the open like this put him at a disadvantage. His only true weapons in this situation were his fangs and claws but he couldn't take on all of these strangers. Some of them looked like their skin wouldn't be easily penetrated.

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Most would feel themselves a bit disconcerted at the prospect of being told they would face against someone claiming to be a walking radiation pile.

On the same hand, most werenā€™t too keen on running, metaphorical guns ablazing in this case, into battle with a variety of other beings from different worlds- especially when another of the participating combatants was a literal suit of armor, with no obvious flesh or weak points to be seen.

Stride took the pill between gloved forefinger and thumb, regarding it with the same amount of casualness one would a typical over-the-counter medication. A pain-killer, for instance, instead of something made specifically to keep the user from getting poisoned by gamma rays. In the back of her mind, the fighter mused whether or not taking it was necessary, or if she should simply be noble and offer it back up again. One of the perks of her bloodline was various odd little bonuses here and there- quicker reaction time, for one, or the fact that she hadnā€™t really aged all that much since about twenty years ago. There was a chance that she could have some sort of resistance to radiation, but, then again, her body seemed to like screwing her over whenever it saw fit. For all she knew, she would end up getting some hyper-death-cancer or something.

So, deciding not to risk it, Stride reached at her maskā€™s fabric with one hand and dragged it down, revealing the same snow-white skin as that on her arm, a few patches of scales here and there, and, as she popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed dry, a flash of fang.

The mask went up again, just as fast, and the woman nodded her appreciation to the little glowing guy. ā€œThanks, Smiles.ā€ After all, while she didnā€™t exactly know the effects of thyroid cancer to a t, cancer typically didnā€™t come with sunshine and rainbows and giant fluffy sheep falling from the sky. At Rastevaā€™s affirmation that no weapons would be used in the battle, Stride began to unconsciously flex her hands, then, more consciously, move to pop her knuckles.

ā€œAre we also supposed to not talk ā€˜bout the Fight Club?ā€ Stride drawled. Even if the magical armor didnā€™t get the reference, it was still too good of an opportunity to waste, really. Makoraiā€™s bringing up of his shooting skills after brought a bit of a chuckle from her- even in alternate worlds, it seemed, he was trying to overcompensate with something.

As time passed, more people began to volunteer for a round or two, with Kora being an interesting exception. There was Smiles, Iron Man, and now Robocop and some random chick cramping the gas mask style. While some part of her was aware that going up against the more solidly built volunteers (see; the people made either completely of metal, or mostly) would be a difficult task, another part of her was still revving for the opportunity. Taking down the Terminator would probably earn her some massive amounts of cred, after all, and as Rasteva continued to be...well, Rasteva, Stride continued to grow more impatient.

ā€œHey!ā€ She called. ā€œStop showinā€™ your balls off to Kora; we got shit to plan out!ā€ She paused, listening as the armored figure went on to say that all non-combatants should go up to the stands- something that was probably true, given that there were going to be a few faces punched, and she doubted that some of the more...pacifistic-looking types were too keen on getting hit for no real apparent reason. However, that brought up another question, something which Stride found herself voicing in the absence of anyone else.

ā€œSo, uh, is this gonna be a whole ā€˜Battle Royaleā€™ type-a deal, or will it sorta be two people out here at a time?ā€

Asking the important questions, here, really.