Finally, a question he could answer.

"Fools! You address Raditz, mighty Saiyan warrior and the finest soldier of Lord Frieza's Planet Trade Organization!" Always good to talk himself up, Raditz thought. Especially since he knew he had the upper hand on these clowns. But these questions, though. These questions were weird. Normally they just dumped him on a planet and waited for him to kill everyone there. When would that part of the interview happen? He was looking forward to it!

The steady click of a chain on a gear clicked as the Devil Hunter pedaled through the barren, frozen moon, covered in fluffy blankets of snow. He was seated upon a brightly colored bicycle. On the basket in front of him were several bags of groceries. On his back was a guitar case. Smiling, he hummed a familiar tune to himself, eventually coming upon a feline humanoid.

Giving a ring of the bike's bell, he smiled and gave a friendly wave before going further on into the tunnels.
"It's chilly today, ain't it!" his voice echoed back towards Shivani.

"Oh, hey, another PTO guy! You wouldn't happen to know Appule, Blueberry, or Ginyu, would you? If you want to talk to them, Appule's down in th-"

"SILENCE! Zere vill be time for zese frivolous qvestions after ze interview is complete! QVESTION DREI: What would you say is the trait you most need to improve upon? YOU VILL ANSWER ZIS HONESTLY OR JOO VILL BE SENT TO ATLANTAUSCHWITZ VIZ ZE OTHER UNTERFISHCHEN!"

TV Fly, thankfully, wasn't getting smacked in the eye with a riding crop. No, now he was pouring a bucket marked "eyedrops" onto his face like he was in an 80's music video.

"L-L-L-Lord Ginyu?" Raditz asked, his arrogant demeanour slipping a little. Very few elements of Frieza's army could crush him with a thought. Lord Ginyu was one of them, and his fear was real. But then the creature with the loud voice and the strange accent was talking again.

"I need to increase my power!" Raditz declared loudly, hoping to drown out this pitiful creature. If he was going to be able to survive in this world, then being able to stand toe to toe with allies and enemies of Ginyu's stature was an absolute essential. "Enemies will tremble before the might of Raditz!"

Arragoz Plizgin - Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria -> Parking Lot

"No drinkin' 'r' neck krackin', gotz it." So said Arragoz, as he was pushed out the door by Appule, now reassembled and in somewhat near perfect condition. The rubber cement would keep the Ork's head on long enough for his body's natural healing processes to kick in, eventually making the Greenskin indistinguishable from his prior uninjured state, barring some minor scarring. It would go nicely with the other thirty-seven found across the Kommando's hulking frame. Admittedly, Arragoz himself didn't keep track of the actual number, having lost count at five. For all his intelligence and kunnin', the Ork was just as dreadful with numerals as the rest of his race.

Ignoring the Ork's limited grasp on basic arithmetic, he had to go meet some people in a 'parking lot.' Arragoz had no idea what that meant, but he quickly located a wall-mounted map, handily translatable into a variety of languages. A smidgen of muckin' about later, and the Greenskin managed to glean that the parking lot consisted of an area outside the main entrance. Plodding outside, the Kommando came upon the Saiyan from earlier, sitting at a table and chatting with a pair of peculiar lookin' gitz. Calmly strolling up to the table, the Ork displayed a surprising degree of patience, and simply waited.

Shivani - The Ice Moon

She glared at the men as they abandoned her. This land was far too cold. As the portal behind them closed, she walked back towards the fire to continue her swordplay with the warmth. "This would be much better with the warm sands of Elsweyr." she muttered to herself before hearing another voice. Looking around, she saw a large man on a... well, she didn't know what it was. "Too cold!" she called back. "And you are?" She sized up the man, appearing relaxed while sheathing her blades, although she was ready to attack if she found him a danger.

"Dante! See you later, kitty cat!" Dante called, giving a half-wave without looking back. The Devil Hunter pedaled onwards into the distance, coat fluttering behind him in the sub-zero winds.

Ring, ring!

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The guardsman walked up to the recently uncovered gate and closely studied the structure. "They do not build them like this anymore. Hell those cog boys will tear up entire planets to find a working Teleportarium." Ignace set down his lasgun next to the control panel. Pulling out his lasgun repair kit taking out a screw driver. "I'll get the panel off the power maintenance so you can charge the power source directly," the guardsman said removing the panel.

It had been a challenging hunting season for the Wendigoes of Ice Moon. Explorers rarely came anymore, and they were running low on local ice spiders and seals. If they were to remain living for another cycle, they would need prey soon. As the alpha Wendigo contemplated this hardship... A roar came from near the ravines. It sounded like one of the metal glide-monsters that the earliest explorers had brought with them. And if there were sounds like the metal monsters... That meant there had to be humans! The alpha let out a triumphant cry, and soon, the other five pack members let out howls of their own, and they set off across the landscape.

They had only travelled perhaps a half mile when they came across the unmistakable glow of a fire, and the heat pattern of a delicious humanoid morsel. Wendigoes weren't capable of proper vision, seeing only heat, but... That was the unmistakable heat signature of a tasty treat! Slowly, as they approached the campfire, each of the six became visible. Circling the campfire. Snarling and howling. They were hungry, and it was time to FEAST!



George Melons sniffed a bit. "Yeah sure. Salt sounds like fun. I ain't got fucking nothin' better to do."

Dr. Facilier looked around. "Hey, where did everybody go?" the bokur wondered.

He had missed the whole ice-moon thing.

Facilier rapped on the door himself, waiting for an answer. "Anybody home?" he asked.



"...So you're saying that I was pulled out of my own universe and into the multiverse in which all variations of realities coexist with one another?" Hanratty asked.

"That's the long and short of it, I suppose," Morgan replied.

"I have to admit, I find that a little hard to believe," Hanratty remarked.

"Well, it happened to me, too, when I first left my home universe," Morgan said. "You know, the day I got pulled into the multiverse wasn't the first time I had crossed the threshold of space and time."

"Really, now?" Hanratty asked. "Do tell."

Morgan told Hanratty about the Ruins of Time and the coming of the Ylissean guard. She told Hanratty about her father Robin and how she had no memories of him.

"You don't remember your father?" Hanratty asked. "Gee, must be a pretty sorry existence..."

"It's all right," Morgan said, shrugging. "At least I was able to spend time with him until... you know." Morgan gestured out the library window. "So where are you from?"

"Where I'm from," Hanratty explained, "people burst into song in key moments of passion and emotion, as if our lives were on some sort of musical theatre. In fact, one of my partners at the F.B.I., a former master of check fraud, put on a show for the people at the Miami Airport about his life."

"Sounds like an interesting way to live," Morgan commented, leaning back on her chair and crossing her legs.

"I'm just going to let you fill out a form for Question 4: What, if any, trades or skills have you learned? Please also list any powers, degrees, or artificially-inserted memories you may have."

As he handed Raditz the clipboard, TV Fly's eyes changed again, leaving one with the image of a dark alleyway, and the other of a close-up of a pastry. Rather than using the riding crop this time, Starfish Hitler simply held a hand out under it.

"Vile filling out zat form, consider qvestion 5: Joo are valking through ein alley und find ein thug stealing a child's strud... sveetroll. What do you do?"

Shivani - The Ice Moon

She watched the man ride past before taking a seat on one of the logs of firewood she had not yet thrown into the fire, her swords sheathed. She wondered if he was going to come back. "If only I didn't have to rely on other people." she sighed.

It was perfect. Their food seemed so distracted by the metal monster noise that it didn't even notice their approach. In fact, it had sheathed it's weapons! Each of the Wendigoes let out a sick, twisted cackle... And pounced at Shivani.


All at once, of course, for what good is a pack animal that lets the others in the pack do all the work? One swiped at Shivani's legs so as to trip her up as the others went directly for the delicious, delicious breast meat.



Sir Frederick shrugged, and decided to set about helping Shazay with the salt laying. He wasn't so sure about allowing this new fellow to join their expedition party... After all, a drugged up psychopath tended to be more of a hindrance than a help. But he wasn't one to judge... He still hadn't had his tea and it was starting to prove a rather significant problem.

Shrugging his shoulders, Gintoki followed the vampire loli into her castle, not really paying much heed to all the fancy decorations there as much as he had outside. After all, it was likely that the place would get trashed anyhow (by both sides, no less!), so caring too much about that was useless, if anything. The dolls and toys and stuff, however, definitely painted the vampire loli... Just as he had expected, really.
"Well, at the very least you're young at heart..." he said, a snide smile on his face as the loli mentioned the Eye. Right. They had to figure out where that was. "And... Er... Yeah. Might be a good idea... But I have this really stupid gut feeling that you'll just show us a dud and dupe everyone involved... Or something."


Unable to do much else, Suwako shrugged and kicked up the sand into a little chair to relax in as everyone else attempted to mess with the portal. Machinery was, of course, way beyond her realm of expertise; that was what the kappa (and technically Kanako) were for. She had barely learned how to use a computer before the shrine had moved over to Gensokyo, to say nothing of something of this caliber...
Well, she still looked younger than Kanako 99% of the time, so at least she wasn't the old hag. A slight shiver ran down her spine as she thought that, though, almost as if the god in question had sent her a dimension-piercing glare from all the way back home. Fun times. Not.


"Walking it is, then." Kakine said, letting out a slight sigh as he began walking down the hill the three were standing on. The region had many parks and the like, which were of course linked up by roads moving to and from the main sections of the city; this meant that finding a road would probably be the best way to start. It was getting tiring walking over all of this grass, anyways.
It didn't take long to get to one, luckily enough; given how the facility was placed for both ease of access and lack of visibility, this was an optimal location. That did mean, however, that the walk to District 15 would be a tedious one. The lab was tucked away in the corner of the district, which meant at least another half an hour (at the VERY MINIMUM) of walking.
"This... This is going to take a while."


Hazama silently sank along the streets of the Capital, pulling his fedora over his eyes as he cautiously surveyed the streets around him. These were the pits that he ended up talking himself into, and though he did want to come here to examine those Heavenly Arms or whatever to refine the production of his grimiores it was still a lot worse than what he was used to. Granted, even places like Kagutsuchi were pretty clean, so maybe it was just something he wasn't used to... A standard, less modernized city, at least.
As far as he knew, this world had a corrupt adviser and a puppet king at its head, which, to be fair, wasn't too surprising. SE's modus operandi (as far as he had seen during his days stalking around the base and watching the other members) seemed to be that 'playing the villain from the get-go' would work itself out. No wonder that they had come into such a string of defeats and losses and got humiliated by the dumbest of things- their angle was off. If he was gonna get this place in working order and get to killing those other damn Heroes, he needed to start like he did in the NOL- playing the good guy.
Of course, in this world that was a fairly easy job. After all, corrupt governments always incited revolutionaries. It was simple enough to track down their base of operations further out in the country and pick up a job as a reconnaissance agent/assassin. Their ultimate goal was, of course, the adviser's and the king's head, but by that point nobody seemed to have had the capacity to take down the human shields surrounding him. Well, he was here to change that. If he could capture both the adviser and the king, he'd have the revolutionaries indebted to him, which meant them providing food, raw metals, and, more importantly, highly effective fighters and assassins to help take down the UMMA. It wouldn't be that hard to spin a tale similar to that of the revolutionaries' own; just paint the UMMA as the capital and SE as the revolutionaries, and it was as good as done.
At least, that was how the plan would play out in his mind, barring any unforeseen circumstances. He had been given a poison pill by the revolutionaries to prevent him from giving any info up, but the chances of that happening were next to none. After all, slippery as he was, most of the standard forces here would never be able to catch him, much less take him down. There was only one problem, really, that seemed to be floating around in his head.
"...Those walls... I can't get around them without being really conspicuous, now can I...?" he sighed, glancing at the walls surrounding the inner ring of the city. The castle walls seemed just as thick, if not moreso, which would make this a lot more work than he would have liked. Fun.

Dante decided to chase Vergil through the portal he made in spite of Kat's instruction to let him be. He could not let Vergil claim control of the world. A demon leader was bad enough, but having a Nephilim in control would be hell. He gave a last ditch dive to beat the portal's closing, and did so. Dante landed with a thud on the barren and snowy landscape. He frantically looked around, eventually accepting the truth that the portal put him somewhere different than where Vergil went. He evaluated the situation and where he was, muttering out "Damn it..." as he searched around once more fruitlessly. He gave a violent punch to the ground, yelling out now. "Damn it all!" He swore into the uncaring and deaf landscape around him. With that, he began a walk, an endlessly walk that would have no meaning...

That is, until he met the tracks of a bike that lay in the snow in front of him as he strode on. Dante observed them, almost not believing that something else could be out here, and began to follow them. He followed them for the longest time until they lead to the campfire that Shivani rested at. With a hopeful sigh, he began to approach the campfire. As he drew closer, several figures were around it, giving him hope until he realized that those figures weren't there for rest; Dante didn't know exactly what they were, but they weren't there for good. He reached behind him, where Rebellion appeared on his back, and drew the sword around letting it lightly drag the snowy ground under him. He would get easily within earshot of the creatures, which would probably be near the end of the campfire's radius of light, and taunt the odd creatures.

"You're pretty damn ugly... Time for a makeover, don't you think?!" Out of all the good puns you have, you have to break out a shitty one...

"Hyah!" Dante dug a heel into the ice, spinning the bicycle in a perfect 540 degree spin. Pumping his legs, the bike went from zero to sixty in a few short seconds, and a hard lean right brought it up the wall of the cylindrical tunnel, then back down in a sick loop de loop.
The Devil Hunter rocketed out of the tunnel into the air.
"Sounds like that one ran a little cold!" he shouted, holding up his hand to extend his thumb and pinky. Pulling back, he lifted the bike in midair and spun it around, tossing it like an oversized boomerang at a wendigo. Landing on his feet, he held out a single hand.
The brown grocery bag fell in his palm, followed by an assortment of groceries landing in perfect place, filling the bag. Reaching out his free hand, he caught a can of tomato juice, which he twirled in his hand, then tossed up his back and over his shoulder, landing inside the bag.
"Make way for the old hotness."

Dante blinked at the guy on the bicycle, obviously being the one he followed. He tapped into his angelic powers and summoned the twin shurikens, Aquila. He winded them back, then threw them at the wendigo that the other man lobbed his bike at. He approached the man and narrowed his eyes, blinking. "I ran short on ideas. Nothing really I could've said, I've been through a lot. Just heard my twin brother tell me he wanted to rule the world in place of a demon king we had just killed." Dante explained, giving a dismissive shrug. "All that aside, we have some rude guests giving us the cold shoulder." He said, turning his body towards the camp with the wendigos once more. He pulled the shurikens back, and relinquished the angelic powers from his body, turning the shurikens back into the sword, Rebellion. He looked at Dante, and nodded. "We'll talk later. It's ass kicking time."

Raditz took the paper from the man with televisions for a face and observed it like it was poison. He was an ELITE! Paperwork was for the peasants! Although if Captain Ginyu were to emerge and notice Raditz disagreeing with his servants... Raditz hurriedly determined that the best way to go about this was to fill in the paperwork as requested.

Then came a question about sweetrolls. That took Raditz back... back to a time when he had been growing up alongside Prince Vegeta himself. He had possessed such a sweetroll, but Prince Vegeta had desired it. One did not deny a prince his due. Raditz had tried. He truly had. But Prince Vegeta, fifteen times stronger than he, had removed it from him... with force.

It was a painful memory.

"I SLAY THE THUG AND TAKE THE SWEETROLL FOR MYSELF!" he roared, claiming back in his mind what was taken from him so long ago.

The alpha cackled as one of his pack members fell to a pair of shurikens and a motorcycle. However, this didn't mean the Wendigo was pleased. They didn't really make any non-cackle noises. In fact, it quickly became clear that the alpha was NOT pleased, as it leaped at the white haired Dante. The other four surviving wendigoes continued tearing away at Shivani's not very tasty metal outer shell.

Shazay briefly mused about how Shivani was doing on the Ice Moon. She'd probably be fine. After all, if she teleported away from Earth before, she could teleport away from some unknown planet. He clapped his hands together, and looked refreshingly at Frederick and George.

"Aight, let's get these circles drawn. We'll put one down here, one in that moist copse there, and one up on that big hill there. Shouldn't take more'n a few minutes to do. Then we go find Hi-Hat and Xiangshi and the Doctor, and we get to the afterparty! Let's get crackin'!"

With unusual enthusiasm, Shazay handed a small pouch of salt to Frederick Selous and George, and set to work drawing a large circle of salt just outside of George Melons's crash site. Apparently, George and Frederick were expected to draw their own circles elsewhere.


Hi-Hat tapped his foot impatiently as Doctor Facilier knocked on the door again. Perhaps the king was elsewhere? He was probably out eating pork foie gras with fava beans and a nice chianti or executing peasants for hunting his favorite deer or something.
"Well," said Hi-Hat, scratching at his temple-mounted neuroports, "I say we give 'em five more minutes. If they don't come round, we head back."


"So... if we get you a... Pendant of Death, you'll give us a portion of your forces? Ten Power Liches? Uh, sure..._{Jack, remind me to look up what a Power Lich is} Oh! And you're coming along, too? Sure, sure, we can do that. It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Miss... _{Zee? Shi? Jack, how do I pronounce this?} Miss Xsi! We'll get that pendant in to you nice and quick! Just make sure your troops are ready by the time we ask for them. We'll give you the coordinates as soon as they're available. Yes, thank you. No, thank you. No ma'am. 'Bye."

Sindibad shut off the radio, and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked to the duly-attending Jack Morgan with a weary grin, and gave him a thumbs-up. "We got another one, o cap'n my cap'n! Put another mission up on the board, would you?"

Jack wrote a small note and pasted it on a large cork wood bulletin board placed next to the teleporter entrance. Alongside other such missions as "Hunt a Mekillot", "Collect Shipment of Goku Uniforms", "Attend Job Fair(s)", "Secret Mission Sign-Ups (Speak to Sindibad Darude!!!) and "Clear out Castlevania", the new mission didn't quite shine out. Still, it listed a simple objective and pointed to world coordinates that, while not safe, would be significantly more exciting than most of the other jobs.