The Hunter
Specter Fortress Interior, Steel Production
Fire...
Fire and ash in the air...
The burning towns and fields. Riding upon horseback with fellow men, felling the enemy in grand conquest.
Yes, the Hunter recalled it. Clear as day...Wielding a sharpened blade of iron, he fought for that purpose. But what purpose did he fight? He could not recall. But as he stood there, blood fresh upon his blade, he...The hunt hadn't given him his taste for bloodshed, it was always a part of his nature...Did he truly enjoying cleaving down upon the enemy? He could not recall, he could not recall, as those clear as day memories were sullied by red, mobs of men attempting to slice down the very plague they were afflicted with becoming the soldiers of the battlefield. Beasts in human skin, the Hunter's armor becoming his garbs of hunting yet again.
And the world had returned.
A flurry of mechanical whirring, plasma discharging, and machines clanking. A little one was coming for him, blinking a hostile light. The Hunter wasn't afraid of little ones, certainly not a brave but foolish loner.
The Hunter swatted it with his backhand, spiraling it away into molten depths. It never reached it's destination, exploding futilely in the air. A pointless death for a pointless being.
...What was the Chief waiting for? Their land was closing, dropping into oblivion and fire.
Ah, yes yes. Himself.
"Aye, sorry- I was just- Yeah, yeah. I can make that jump. Just fine."
The Hunter would admit that he wasn't the best when in came to acrobatics, but the jump wasn't impossibly large nor did the Hunter plan on burning with the fellow he threw down. The automatons were already ahead of them. Why, if a bundle of mechanical parts could do it, he certainly could as well.
He hopped, nearly a bit short, but landed with a little stumble. He wasn't expecting the land to move, but he'd adapt. He always did. Cleaver unsheathed and readied, rifle pulled out. With a stomp he crushed a scarab, skidding it off the edge of the gears. A duo attempted to jump at the Hunter- hit by the sharp side of the cleaver, cutting through their thin plating and throwing them into the furnace to join their brethren.
Meanwhile, he saw the Slayer going to town upon the large beast of a machine, tearing away at it's molten armor with his rifle. The Hunter noted a red hot string following it. Perhaps what fed it it's material? He wasn't sure, but whatever they had to do to take it out he'd prefer they'd do it quick- he wasn't really liking this heat.
The slayer continued his onslaught even as the machine fought back, and the crawling ones were no slouch either. They revved up drills, attempting to stab at them. The Hunter blasted them away, before hearing a click. He was empty. Rifle was useless for now.
The Slayer took a tumble, nearly going off the platforms after his latest assault upon the beast. Scraping up the edge. He'd probably be okay, but...Well, hunters had to work with one another, even if they were only tangibly related by something the Hunter made up...Kicking away the clacking scarabs, he worked his way towards the Slayer.
"Oi!" He called out. "Catch!" The Hunter tossed his spent rifle, and a capsule of plasma. Something told the Hunter he'd be better reloading it than the 19th century man.
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Priscilla, Jackson, Quint
Goldenwalk Business District
"Hi new kid." Priscilla told Koji, obviously in a bit of a rush. "I know, it's weird, confusing- but as I said, we should really go regroup. Thor, Raccoon, and Lucario. Say hi to him, and then sling him over your shoulder and c'mon." Priscilla wasn't sure if she was freaking out a little too much, and the police would just shove past her and the others, but she was holding a weapon...maybe they'd write them off as weird larpers?...She didn't know, she just needed to get out of there and back to base. Some familiarity there at the least.
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Sarah
Forest w/ Team Lora, Camelot
A small army of the creatures blew up in a blast of electricity. "Holy crap!" Sarah said in surprise. "Your- your like a freakin' wizard!" She supposed the whole "not our world" with no magic should've tipped her off, but she expected living brooms and buckets- not explosions of lightning! "That was awesome! Do it- Ah, man, more?" Indeed, even more of the crawlers were emerging from the brush. "Where are they even coming from?"
It didn't matter. She had more fight where her first scuffle came from. These guys weren't very durable. Three more came for her. Her axe came down on the center one, wedging itself in. It's armor electrified- and used as a blunt weapon upon it's buddies, the left one flying away into a tree. The right one had the weaponized armor come down right atop it, breaking both of them into simple pieces of empty armor, miasma fading from their possessed state.
"You'd think after we beat up so many of them they'd back off!" She called out to her comrades, kicking away another one of the creeping things. "But they never learn..."
It was then she spotted something- a blue and grey figure, speeding by, air chopped by a blade he wielded. Whoever it was had chopped a number of the back line clean in half, their armor and claws falling away as their spirit returned to whatever world they came from. "What the..." Sarah wasn't sure what that was, but that was pretty neat. But as soon as the figure came, they left, leaving the rest of the monsters for them to deal with. Did it even acknowledge their existence? Sarah didn't know, not that she had much time to ponder. Another set of monsters had beset her.
"Yeah, keep coming. You all are toast!" The figure had disappeared from her mind, as she once again swapped back to the fight at hand, sparks flaring from her axe edge, ready to cripple more of the monsters.
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Raiden
Forest near Mountain, Camelot
Raiden was moving faster, faster. Electricity crackled around his stomping feet. Closer, closer to the mountain. Closer, closer to Snake.
And then his momentum stopped. He tripped over something. He stumbled, but never fell. Raiden effectively punted whatever was in his way into the ground, it's head in the ground. Some sort of armored creature? "The hell..." It didn't seem like a cyborg. Some sort of bizarre thing. Black mist emerged, fading away into nothingness. Raiden rubbed it off. Weird place.
And then a crowd of them were at him. Chattering claws, the creatures menaced.
"...I don't have time for this."
He pulled his blade from it's mounted sheath. It crackled, sparked.
A trio of armors jumped at him, but were cut apart in a single swing. Bisected. Well, if Raiden had his doubts this was his place in the world those doubts were confirmed. Even the mass produced tripods were superior in armor to these...well, Raiden would say UGs, but that would be an insult to UGs.
But as Raiden said, he didn't have time to deal with these non-UGs, not all of them at least. And he knew that he probably could outrun these ones. And so, swinging the blade from side to side, he carved through the troops, chopping them cleanly. They came at him from his sides- they really hadn't learned from their ally's defeat, running down upon the high frequency blade, essentially ripping themselves apart.
He briefly saw a flash of colors- but ignored them. Just more of these bizarre...knights? Knights. And soon enough, the mobs lost interest in Raiden, or perhaps just plain lost him. And he came out no worse for wear. The trees were parting. Large stones...a mountain. And between some...bird...human...thing...and what appeared to be a mostly normal man, there he was. In the flesh.
Solid Snake. And not the wizened and ailing Snake he vowed to protect- Snake in his prime.
"It really is you." Raiden told him, sheathing his blade. "It's me. It's Raiden."
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Jetstream Sam
Forest, Camelot
And Azula landed in his arms. "There we go." He slid her down on to the ground, putting Azula back on her feet. "Back on the ground." Maybe if he lost the scars and the mechanical arm with the PMC that stole children's brains logo on the side of it, he could be a good sitter. Though he'd wager not. "Well, we're all back on the ground now, so let's go find-" He turned to face Negan. "Oh, there he is!"
Sam smiled even wider now. "Good, glad to see you withstood the fall there. But I have bad news for you." He looked off into the distance now, away from both Azula and Negan. "The deal we had...well, it is rather unfair now. You have no way to get me to Colorado. And I'm supposed to keep running with you...And, here's where anyone would logically cut this deal off," And he turned back to Negan. His smile hadn't faded. "But I like you! You seem like a reasonable man! And, perhaps what I want- isn't in Colorado after all." He rubbed his chin, grinning ever brighter.
"Perhaps you two can't feel it, but it's in the air, ambient. He's here...The one I must fight. Jack."
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Kiran
Castle Grounds
The man nodded, not saying a word. Just continuing to trudge forward. Good enough response. Enough for Kiran to build off of.
"Oh good," Kiran told him. "That makes two of us. But if I were to hazard a guess- I'd say Scotland?"
Scotland just came to Kiran for some reason. Had some very large, well protected castles. Wasn't affected terribly during 2015. The greenery was far more northern it seemed, though it was possible they were in Wales. They weren't too far from one another. There was no way to know for sure until he found a local.
"Uh, I was looking for someone around here to help me out- and, well, I suppose an extra pair of eyes could help. Y'know?" He wasn't sure who this guy was, but he certainly looked strange- or maybe Kiran was being paranoid. Yeah, paranoid. Maybe he was a hero too! Yeah, that would be nice, something they could relate over.
Specter Fortress Interior, Steel Production
Fire...
Fire and ash in the air...
The burning towns and fields. Riding upon horseback with fellow men, felling the enemy in grand conquest.
Yes, the Hunter recalled it. Clear as day...Wielding a sharpened blade of iron, he fought for that purpose. But what purpose did he fight? He could not recall. But as he stood there, blood fresh upon his blade, he...The hunt hadn't given him his taste for bloodshed, it was always a part of his nature...Did he truly enjoying cleaving down upon the enemy? He could not recall, he could not recall, as those clear as day memories were sullied by red, mobs of men attempting to slice down the very plague they were afflicted with becoming the soldiers of the battlefield. Beasts in human skin, the Hunter's armor becoming his garbs of hunting yet again.
And the world had returned.
A flurry of mechanical whirring, plasma discharging, and machines clanking. A little one was coming for him, blinking a hostile light. The Hunter wasn't afraid of little ones, certainly not a brave but foolish loner.
The Hunter swatted it with his backhand, spiraling it away into molten depths. It never reached it's destination, exploding futilely in the air. A pointless death for a pointless being.
...What was the Chief waiting for? Their land was closing, dropping into oblivion and fire.
Ah, yes yes. Himself.
"Aye, sorry- I was just- Yeah, yeah. I can make that jump. Just fine."
The Hunter would admit that he wasn't the best when in came to acrobatics, but the jump wasn't impossibly large nor did the Hunter plan on burning with the fellow he threw down. The automatons were already ahead of them. Why, if a bundle of mechanical parts could do it, he certainly could as well.
He hopped, nearly a bit short, but landed with a little stumble. He wasn't expecting the land to move, but he'd adapt. He always did. Cleaver unsheathed and readied, rifle pulled out. With a stomp he crushed a scarab, skidding it off the edge of the gears. A duo attempted to jump at the Hunter- hit by the sharp side of the cleaver, cutting through their thin plating and throwing them into the furnace to join their brethren.
Meanwhile, he saw the Slayer going to town upon the large beast of a machine, tearing away at it's molten armor with his rifle. The Hunter noted a red hot string following it. Perhaps what fed it it's material? He wasn't sure, but whatever they had to do to take it out he'd prefer they'd do it quick- he wasn't really liking this heat.
The slayer continued his onslaught even as the machine fought back, and the crawling ones were no slouch either. They revved up drills, attempting to stab at them. The Hunter blasted them away, before hearing a click. He was empty. Rifle was useless for now.
The Slayer took a tumble, nearly going off the platforms after his latest assault upon the beast. Scraping up the edge. He'd probably be okay, but...Well, hunters had to work with one another, even if they were only tangibly related by something the Hunter made up...Kicking away the clacking scarabs, he worked his way towards the Slayer.
"Oi!" He called out. "Catch!" The Hunter tossed his spent rifle, and a capsule of plasma. Something told the Hunter he'd be better reloading it than the 19th century man.
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Priscilla, Jackson, Quint
Goldenwalk Business District
"Hi new kid." Priscilla told Koji, obviously in a bit of a rush. "I know, it's weird, confusing- but as I said, we should really go regroup. Thor, Raccoon, and Lucario. Say hi to him, and then sling him over your shoulder and c'mon." Priscilla wasn't sure if she was freaking out a little too much, and the police would just shove past her and the others, but she was holding a weapon...maybe they'd write them off as weird larpers?...She didn't know, she just needed to get out of there and back to base. Some familiarity there at the least.
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Sarah
Forest w/ Team Lora, Camelot
A small army of the creatures blew up in a blast of electricity. "Holy crap!" Sarah said in surprise. "Your- your like a freakin' wizard!" She supposed the whole "not our world" with no magic should've tipped her off, but she expected living brooms and buckets- not explosions of lightning! "That was awesome! Do it- Ah, man, more?" Indeed, even more of the crawlers were emerging from the brush. "Where are they even coming from?"
It didn't matter. She had more fight where her first scuffle came from. These guys weren't very durable. Three more came for her. Her axe came down on the center one, wedging itself in. It's armor electrified- and used as a blunt weapon upon it's buddies, the left one flying away into a tree. The right one had the weaponized armor come down right atop it, breaking both of them into simple pieces of empty armor, miasma fading from their possessed state.
"You'd think after we beat up so many of them they'd back off!" She called out to her comrades, kicking away another one of the creeping things. "But they never learn..."
It was then she spotted something- a blue and grey figure, speeding by, air chopped by a blade he wielded. Whoever it was had chopped a number of the back line clean in half, their armor and claws falling away as their spirit returned to whatever world they came from. "What the..." Sarah wasn't sure what that was, but that was pretty neat. But as soon as the figure came, they left, leaving the rest of the monsters for them to deal with. Did it even acknowledge their existence? Sarah didn't know, not that she had much time to ponder. Another set of monsters had beset her.
"Yeah, keep coming. You all are toast!" The figure had disappeared from her mind, as she once again swapped back to the fight at hand, sparks flaring from her axe edge, ready to cripple more of the monsters.
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Raiden
Forest near Mountain, Camelot
Raiden was moving faster, faster. Electricity crackled around his stomping feet. Closer, closer to the mountain. Closer, closer to Snake.
And then his momentum stopped. He tripped over something. He stumbled, but never fell. Raiden effectively punted whatever was in his way into the ground, it's head in the ground. Some sort of armored creature? "The hell..." It didn't seem like a cyborg. Some sort of bizarre thing. Black mist emerged, fading away into nothingness. Raiden rubbed it off. Weird place.
And then a crowd of them were at him. Chattering claws, the creatures menaced.
"...I don't have time for this."
He pulled his blade from it's mounted sheath. It crackled, sparked.
A trio of armors jumped at him, but were cut apart in a single swing. Bisected. Well, if Raiden had his doubts this was his place in the world those doubts were confirmed. Even the mass produced tripods were superior in armor to these...well, Raiden would say UGs, but that would be an insult to UGs.
But as Raiden said, he didn't have time to deal with these non-UGs, not all of them at least. And he knew that he probably could outrun these ones. And so, swinging the blade from side to side, he carved through the troops, chopping them cleanly. They came at him from his sides- they really hadn't learned from their ally's defeat, running down upon the high frequency blade, essentially ripping themselves apart.
He briefly saw a flash of colors- but ignored them. Just more of these bizarre...knights? Knights. And soon enough, the mobs lost interest in Raiden, or perhaps just plain lost him. And he came out no worse for wear. The trees were parting. Large stones...a mountain. And between some...bird...human...thing...and what appeared to be a mostly normal man, there he was. In the flesh.
Solid Snake. And not the wizened and ailing Snake he vowed to protect- Snake in his prime.
"It really is you." Raiden told him, sheathing his blade. "It's me. It's Raiden."
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Jetstream Sam
Forest, Camelot
And Azula landed in his arms. "There we go." He slid her down on to the ground, putting Azula back on her feet. "Back on the ground." Maybe if he lost the scars and the mechanical arm with the PMC that stole children's brains logo on the side of it, he could be a good sitter. Though he'd wager not. "Well, we're all back on the ground now, so let's go find-" He turned to face Negan. "Oh, there he is!"
Sam smiled even wider now. "Good, glad to see you withstood the fall there. But I have bad news for you." He looked off into the distance now, away from both Azula and Negan. "The deal we had...well, it is rather unfair now. You have no way to get me to Colorado. And I'm supposed to keep running with you...And, here's where anyone would logically cut this deal off," And he turned back to Negan. His smile hadn't faded. "But I like you! You seem like a reasonable man! And, perhaps what I want- isn't in Colorado after all." He rubbed his chin, grinning ever brighter.
"Perhaps you two can't feel it, but it's in the air, ambient. He's here...The one I must fight. Jack."
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Kiran
Castle Grounds
The man nodded, not saying a word. Just continuing to trudge forward. Good enough response. Enough for Kiran to build off of.
"Oh good," Kiran told him. "That makes two of us. But if I were to hazard a guess- I'd say Scotland?"
Scotland just came to Kiran for some reason. Had some very large, well protected castles. Wasn't affected terribly during 2015. The greenery was far more northern it seemed, though it was possible they were in Wales. They weren't too far from one another. There was no way to know for sure until he found a local.
"Uh, I was looking for someone around here to help me out- and, well, I suppose an extra pair of eyes could help. Y'know?" He wasn't sure who this guy was, but he certainly looked strange- or maybe Kiran was being paranoid. Yeah, paranoid. Maybe he was a hero too! Yeah, that would be nice, something they could relate over.