Sans
As Vio moved his way out of the tree's path, he found he'd darted right beside the skeleton, who had returned as quickly as he'd left, though now he was lying on a reclining lawn chair, one leg crossed over the other as he rested his arms behind his back, a pair of sunglasses sitting on his face, concealing his eyesockets.
"nah, you look like you're handling yourself fine." Sans stated before he casually lifted the sunglasses and winked encouragingly at Psyduck, then leaned back against the chair as he chuckled. "i could just be mistaken, but i got a feeling you're not the most likable person." Sans told Vio. "which is crazy, because you seem
extremely likable to me."
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Undyne
Nobody else really seemed to care for the ninja guy's plan. While Undyne could see the logic behind it... meh. That wasn't as fun. They had a fairly solid group. As Tabby took off, quickly followed by Sonic, then Tails, Undyne smirked and brushed a clawed hand through her scarlet hair. "I thought it wasn't a bad plan, but action calls." With a cocky grin she flashed at Sub-Zero, she took off after the group. Like before, she couldn't match the speed, so she had to improvise, giving her legs a good work-out as she used platforms to launch and propel her at such speeds and distances that she managed to keep pace without even breaking a sweat.
The ninja didn't follow. He was probably off to continue with his plan alone. Assuming he was stealthy, Undyne figured he could handle himself. Her allies though? They'd definitely need her. She'd taken down a mech by herself, after all. Sonic's aid recognized, though not too attributing. No offense to the blue blur but she'd done all the heavy lifting in that fight. Probably why Kotoko hadn't challenged Undyne directly, since Undyne would have beat that mech down too. Had she been awake for the third, same results. Needless to say, she was eager to catch up on her number of mechs destroyed.
It took no time at all for the group to hit a blockade. Just as Tabby began to be fired upon, Undyne could feel her lips tighten as her grin widened, and she kicked off with a particularly powerful thrust, launching herself meters and meters high into the air, scaling the buildings as her usual spear was summoned in one arm, and with the other, she snapped her fingers.
"THUNDER SPEARS!" Undyne shouted at the top of her voice, which in of itself was a thunder of noise. She'd been considering naming certain attacks in an anime-esque art. This one had just come to her mind, and she was digging it. At the snap of her fingers, the night sky suddenly shone so brightly, one could have mistaken the sun to have returned in the blink of an eye. In reality, Undyne had summoned a monstrous storm of cyan spears. Impossible to count, forming hundreds of rows, walls, and layers. Just as she reached the peak of her ascent, Undyne swiped her spear through the air, and the army of spears began to whiz down, whistling like miniature missiles. Together, they formed a cavalcade of noise rumbling through the air, giving weight to the 'thunder' in her attack.
A tremendous assault that would exhaust her magical energy a bit, but so long as she kept up a show, she could keep these little brats soiling their trousers. The storm came down like the lashing torrent of rain in a terrible thunderstorm. Monokuma were speared through and ripped apart by spear after spear going through them. The purpose for Undyne's bold showing? To keep the group moving. She had no intentions of letting them get pinned down, or at least slown down, by these disposable piles of junk.
They had a prize to reach, and her fury would bring them to it.
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Papyrus
Pleasantries appeared to be cast aside, as what came next surprised the skeleton. Not out of fear or agitation of this surprise attack, but instead, his eyes shown (somehow) with glee as he leaped up, shouting in joy. "WOWIE!" His eyesockets were locked on Jevil. It didn't take a genius to recognize Jevil's methods and magic. He was a monster! A confirmed monster! While all the others so far had been questionable on Papyrus' mind, this was all but guaranteed.
Without even losing a step, a long, thin bone appeared in Papyrus' hand like a staff, or a bonely sword, and he proceeded to effortlessly thwack an incoming bomb out of the way, which sailed back in the direction Jevil and Knight had come from before bursting apart in an explosion of hearts, which seemed to amuse the future royal guardsman.
Still with excitement in his eyes and a bounce in his step, Papyrus summoned a series of bones in the path of not just those hearts, but every single projectile incoming he could see. Jevil's attacks were cancelled out by the bones, which were destroyed, but did their job. Grinning brightly, Papyrus jogged his way obliviously toward Jevil and Knight, apparently having not even noticed the Knight's attempt on Copen's life. "EXCUSE ME!" He pointed toward Jevil. "YOU'RE A MONSTER TOO! JUST LIKE ME! WHAT'S YOUR NAME? WHERE DO YOU LIVE? I LIVE IN SNOWDIN TOWN WITH MY BROTHER, SANS. YOU LOOK LIKE A JESTER, HE ACTS LIKE ONE. I'M SURE YOU TWO MIGHT EVEN GET ALONG!"
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Master Chief
As Gengar went about to begin making light of their grim situation, Scorpion didn't seem all too amused. "Foolish creature." He growled. "We are trapped eternally here and you're having fun?" John wasn't looking at Gengar nor the ninja, however. His eyes fell on Red, who was watching Gengar with a brightening attitude, a smile even stretching over his face.
Seeing this, Chief turned his gaze toward Scorpion after a glance at Gengar. "Let him be." He asserted. Red seemed like a sensitive soul. Much more innocent than Green had been. Since he'd met this crimson-clad kid, he'd only seen fear and tears in his eyes. That simple, little smile that had lit that kids eyes with some life. Some enjoyment...
Nothing was worth extinguishing that.
Scorpion opened his mouth to retort, but the Spartan asserted his authority once again, shaking his head so slightly, it could have been missed. Towering over the ninja, Scorpion seemed to get the message, turning away to begin quietly inspecting the place they'd arrived in. As dilapidated and deteriorated as this place was, even his mood had been lifted, somewhat. Red's smile had been a little contagious. He felt a little glad he was wearing a helmet.
"Are you smiling?"
Of course, Cortana didn't need to see through a helmet to know what the aging Spartan's face was doing. "No." He replied immediately. "Widen the range of the motion sensor. 150 meters. I need to know if those things are still around."
"Negative. They disappeared when we entered the park. Robotnik's toy already made the assessment accurate. We were herded here like cattle."
Continuing the analogy, what came next was the slaughtering. Not wanting to dampen Red's improving mood, Chief decided not to voice this, instead glancing over toward Geo and Bennett. "This place seems safe. For now." He decided. "We'll stay here for a few hours. Rest. Regain our bearings."
Maybe have some fun. Master Chief thought, once more watching as Gengar continued to bounce joyfully around. He knew what being a kid in an impossible situation was like. Been there done that. But he'd be a fool to push these kids. Treat them like soldiers. If there was anything they deserved, from him at least, it was a chance to... just be kids. Even in this strange world they found themselves in.
Maybe they wouldn't even be in this mess if Alessa had been given that chance as well.
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The Dragonborn
"We'll drink to our youth, to the days come and gone!"
The haughty voice echoed through the tunnels of alien tech.
"For the Age of Oppression is now nearly done!"
The owner of this voice leaned against the wall of his cell, helmet resting on the ground beside him, full beard and mane of long blonde hair on display, matted from sweat and grime, and lack of washing since he'd gone on that hunt to kill a Wendigo.
"We'll drive out the Empire from this land that we own!"
His voice continued, rising with each verse.
"With our blood and our steel, we will take back our home!"
Pushing himself suddenly from the wall, the Nord beamed brightly in front of him, as though he were staring at someone who wasn't there. He raised an arm into the air, acting as though he were holding something, though once more, nothing was in his hand.
"ALL HAIL TO ULFRIC! YOU ARE THE HIGH KING!"
The Dragonborn bellowed this out, the entire holding block rattling from the thunder of his powerful voice.
"IN YOUR GREAT HONOR WE DRINK AND WE SING!"
He let out a laugh at this, staring at Jenassa as she continued the lyrics with him. Her eyes were bright, and full of mirth. Nothing like when they'd first met all those years ago, when he'd hired her as a mercenary to aid him on his journey up the Greybeards mountain.
"We're the children of Skyrim and we fight all our lives!"
His voice quieting down again, the Dragonborn shared Jenassa's gaze. The way her eyes searched his own. He'd known her for so long. They'd looted many riches in one another's company. His care for her had grown beyond her use in battle. Her love for him had grown beyond the gold he'd pay for her services.
"And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies..."
The mead hall was lit with flickering orange flames, casting a warm glow over everyone and everything. He found himself searching her eyes as well. The longing he saw. The longing he felt. Never once had he given love, lust, or family a second thought. But right here? Right now?
"But this land is ours, and we'll see it wiped clean..."
He found his hand reaching behind the Dark Elf's back, softly yet confidently pulling her toward him, deeper into his comfort.
"Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams..."
With the conclusion of the final verse, the Dragonborn leaned forward...
Once, he had felt her surprisingly soft, yet firm lips pressing against his for the first time. Now? He felt only air. Opening his eyes, having closed them for the kiss, the Dragonborn found he was staring at a blank, metal wall. He had relived the memory through. Where he'd been searching for comfort... now he only felt heartache. He could feel his throat tightening, his stomach twisting, his hands shaking...
But he stayed strong. Closing his eyes once more, the Nord let out a disappointed sigh as he leaned back against the wall, his song finished uninterrupted. He refused to look at Slash, feeling somewhat embarrassed at his strange acting. He didn't think the blade could understand. Perhaps it could, but it wouldn't.
However, the silence following the bard's tune was interrupted as the soft hum of the alien doors sliding open sounded, followed by the thunderous steps of the massive Brute who'd brought them here. "It is time." He chuckled throatily. "Your next match is now."
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