The Hunter
Soviet Battlefield, Marseilles
The plans had seemed to have changed. Kale was reasonably worried- they had no idea what they were up against, and despite the gusto of the automatons, they clearly didn't know what they were up against either. In fact, they had asked as much. And while they may of seen that fellow, he didn't give up much about himself- other than being a slavery obsessed British monkey and having a humanoid clock for an ally.
The Chief suggested that Kale took the fire, and considering how strong she seemingly was...yeah, seemed like a good idea. Still, there were concerns. Kale could get seriously hurt. "Missus Kale, stay safe out there," He told her, turning to the duo of robots. "Aye, Bolt, Shears, I s'pose we're going with the Chief then. You two are good at this type of thing, yeah? Fightin'?" They seemed to be remembering times long past, and honestly the Hunter was still lost on even what they were saying. He was mostly confused, but eh. When wasn't he?
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Jetstream Sam
Airship, Marseilles
The girl's answer was...satisfactory. It was an inconsistency in her story, but eh, she was a scared teenager. She did, however, go over to alleviate the small argument between Negan and that pilot. Negan kneeled down towards Azula...murmuring. Though he did concede to her. So what was that? Some sort of little agreement? These were some strange folks...
Though what got his attention was Negan pointing out something. A bright, blue, shining something.
Though that didn't hold his attention for long- explosions rocked the ship. Something or someone had opened fire on them- and before Sam knew it, explosions blasted around him. And he was gone, yet again.
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Forest, ???
And he was falling, falling, breaking through tree branches, before hitting the ground with a dull thud. "Ugh..." His suit had taken the brunt of the impact, but it still hurt. Rubbing his neck, he pulled himself up...and heard Negan loudly curse close by. Eh...he was probably alright. Grown man, he could handle it. No, Samuel was more concerned with Azula, considering she was neither a grown man or wearing a suit.
Picking himself up, dusting himself off, and insuring his blade was still safely sheathed- Sam had to go find her. He somewhat cared for her- but was mostly trying to build trust. "Azula!" He called out, "You out there?"
...But there was something. About this place. Strange. This wasn't 2018, certainly not. But...it was in the air. He could feel it. Was he...here? The one whom he had to duel...
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Priscilla
Outside the building being robbed, Goldenwalk
"Th-those guys? My friends?!" She seemed almost offended at this. "Those guys are thugs. I- Well, my friends, they were about to go stop them." She lowered her weapon. So it was the dog...? This was still weird...multiple worlds...this was giving her a headache.
"So...whatever brought you here...took them away?" The idea that these folks came from a multitude of worlds, where dogs were psychics and raccoons talk, was ridiculous. "Okay, okay...I'm sorry, I'm just- their gone. I need to find them. This is Goldenwalk city, in Virginia...So...who are you guys? World hoppers or something?"
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Disposable Robbers
You know where
A trio of robbers turned the corner, only to stop in surprise. "Ambush! Ambush!" They called out in terror, rifles raised and armed. They attacked, a spray of bullets towards their new assailants. Evidently, they did not want to meet an end just as their coworkers had.
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Sarah
Forest, ???
They had noticed her. Particularly the one with the long white hair. She had to distinguish them, because there were two white haired individuals. The other one wore robes that look vaguely...occult? Well, the long haired one pulled a sword on her. And that wasn't necessarily what she wanted.
"Okay okay, you got me." She told them, emerging from her hiding space in the bushes. "I'm just a bit lost, and I didn't exactly want to be on the end of that," Sarah pointed at Jin's blade. "By some local who doesn't like foreigners." She tried to be jovial, but the built in speaker wasn't exactly friendly sounding. A little tinny. "And, uh, if you need me to prove my humanity- I could take this thing off. Just a helmet."
She didn't wait for a response, popping it off. "Yeah, uh, names Sarah. As I said, a little lost. But uh, I need something real quick." And this time, she pointed to her axe, sitting on it's side. "I'm gonna pick that up. It's just mine. I'm not gonna use it. Well, if you want me to use it I can but- yeah I'm going to pick it up, that's what I'm saying."
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Raiden
Meadow, ???
And as Raiden aimlessly walked, something happened that took all the breath out of him.
Someone answered his call.
Except wasn't just a "someone". It was Solid Snake. And while this would've surprised Raiden awhile back, he was even more surprised now.
Because Snake had died four years ago.
Or, so Raiden was told. He wasn't sure if anyone would want to cover up Snake's continued existence, but he wouldn't be surprised- but something was off. this Snake was not the gruff old man from the Outer Haven incident, this sounded like the man who had saved him on the Big Shell...Was this some sort of sick trick by Desperado...?
"Err...All my other codec frequencies were dead. I suppose I got lucky when I made my last call." He told Snake through the codec. "Is...is this really Solid Snake? The actual one?" He wasn't quiet sure how to approach this. It very much seemed bizarre that Snake, in his prime no less, was here in the flesh. But why else would he be the only one around for miles? This had to be very well done trap, or some sort of weird adrenaline fueled fever dream...