Now, as of currently, Dismas was still leaning upon the very glass wall of the cage that he found himself within. In all honesty, Dismas didn’t like one second he spends… waiting here within the cage, as if he was nothing more than a animal kept in here as if for amusement, especially when the other ‘animals’ in the corner there were trying to start a fight now, seeing the bad-mouthed club wielding man threatening some sort of disgusting looking rat creature.
He already had enough with the swine people of the Warrens, so seeing another creature of animal and human nature sickened him a bit. But it was definitely far easier on the eye than the swine folk, that’s for sure. It was then, he had noticed a familiar face along with a new one approaching him. And out of the people he could have met, this certainly brought a small smile to his face seeing someone that wasn’t out for his blood or gold.
“Baldwin… I suppose it is nice seeing you again. It is fine seeing you again, thought I was the only one back home dealing with this shit… Dismas said with a small chuckle accompanying it, taking a second glance behind Baldwin with a curious glance, seein they bat wielding man get knocked out with some sort of spell or something related to it after the former had dodged an attack. Heh, definitely a storm brewing up… and if this ‘Luthor’ doesn’t come soon, then everything is sure to boil over and certainly make things worse for everyone here, not just him.
It’s when Dismas finally taken full notice of the companion following Baldwin around, some sort of short individual with a rather large hammer. Hell, he was sure that it was more than twice their own size, and as much he would want to think that using such a weapon would be highly inefficient and ineffective due to one’s size and seemingly the weight of the weapon, he couldn’t help but whistle at the very sight of the individual carrying around the hammer. Taking a glance towards Baldwin once more, he said ”Making new allies already…? Honestly, should have expected them to be bored out by your words quicker than standing next to you, but I suppose some people just like poetry. Anyway, the name is Dismas… a… ‘changed’ Highwayman, you got a name? Dismas finished with a question.
(Don’t know what was Peanut’s username again, so just @ Smoking Peanut)
Just like everyone else, the older man had ended up fainting and being brought into the cage... but at the very least, he had not been dragged in without a familiar face. There was a distinct Siamese cat with a luxurious piece of jewelry on its neck that had hopped onto his shoulder that first chance once both were awake.
For this ocassion, the cleric had chosen to remain quiet and observe the situation, the glass cage not really stressing him much and neither did seeing Negan get electrocuted... he had met the man a year back, it seems that regardless of instance, his character is the same.
Yet, there was a myriad of situations happening all at once around him while sitting on the floor. Some emotional reunions, some ridiculous yet amusing demeanor by others, and other people who were plain and simple already either hurting each other, or trying to do so.
They were completely forgetting the fact that in a tense situation, the last thing people should do is reduce their numbers. Hershel's lips let escape an exasperated sigh all of the sudden, as he carefully stood up from his sitting spot and started walking in the direction of Negan, a man he didn't like, but that didn't mean he didn't deserve a base of decency in this new situation.
Without saying a word, the duke carefully crouched onto the floor besides the unsconscious man, and grabbed onto their prized bat with careful handling. After looking at it for a moment, he gently placed it over Negan's lap, and placed the KOed man's arms over it before nodding to himself, and standing up.
Turning in the direction of the people who had played along in the conflict, he showed a small and polite smile.
"So... since the troublesome man has been knocked out, shall we try to keep things more amicable? I would prefer the wait to be tainted by the least amount of troublesome situations possible. Oh and, the name is Hershel." The tone itself was also very polite and seems to be giving the impression of carefully chosen words. Yet, also obviously seemed to expect at least some form of response from everyone involved in the bashing of Negan's head or was about to strike at them, the way his eyes had locked onto the specific people seemed to suggest as much.
Sarah Miller - Fit as a fiddle. She feels terrible for what happened, and how it affected Joel , however.
As Joel pulled away from the hug to make Sarah face him, the girl finally noticed… her dad had a beard. When did that even happen..?
Nonetheless, she looked right into his eyes, nodding along with her father’s words. Once more did she wrap her arms tightly around her dad. But one question remained.
“...how long has it been?”
Had she been dead that long? She… she must have left Joel behind for so long, and...
Dris Mocitch Dris was in shock... watching Negan fly across the room...
...
They pointed and laughed again, a goblin-y laugh, that sounded scratchy and gutteral.
"HAHAAA!!! WHAT YOU GET-GET, STUPID MAN-THING!!!" They smiled widely, their mouth open, displaying their sharpened teeth. However, something else happened that surprised the little rat. A man approached Negan's UNFORTUNATELY still living body.
A mess of a start
Just like everyone else, the older man had ended up fainting and being brought into the cage... but at the very least, he had not been dragged in without a familiar face. There was a distinct Siamese cat with a luxurious piece of jewelry on its neck that had hopped onto his shoulder that first chance once both were awake.
For this ocassion, the cleric had chosen to remain quiet and observe the situation, the glass cage not really stressing him much and neither did seeing Negan get electrocuted... he had met the man a year back, it seems that regardless of instance, his character is the same.
Yet, there was a myriad of situations happening all at once around him while sitting on the floor. Some emotional reunions, some ridiculous yet amusing demeanor by others, and other people who were plain and simple already either hurting each other, or trying to do so.
They were completely forgetting the fact that in a tense situation, the last thing people should do is reduce their numbers. Hershel's lips let escape an exasperated sigh all of the sudden, as he carefully stood up from his sitting spot and started walking in the direction of Negan, a man he didn't like, but that didn't mean he didn't deserve a base of decency in this new situation.
Without saying a word, the duke carefully crouched onto the floor besides the unsconscious man, and grabbed onto their prized bat with careful handling. After looking at it for a moment, he gently placed it over Negan's lap, and placed the KOed man's arms over it before nodding to himself, and standing up.
Turning in the direction of the people who had played along in the conflict, he showed a small and polite smile.
"So... since the troublesome man has been knocked out, shall we try to keep things more amicable? I would prefer the wait to be tainted by the least amount of troublesome situations possible. Oh and, the name is Hershel." The tone itself was also very polite and seems to be giving the impression of carefully chosen words. Yet, also obviously seemed to expect at least some form of response from everyone involved in the bashing of Negan's head or was about to strike at them, the way his eyes had locked onto the specific people seemed to suggest as much.
"..." Dris scuttled over to the man, tilting their head inquisitively, and beginning to circle him. What... WAS he trying to do, putting the bat back onto Negan's lap?
They leaned in closer, and began slowly circling him... Their snout snuffling at his hands, their gaze calculated and curious.
Dris could smell... Paper... This man-thing must do lots of work with it! Maybe he was a scribe, or perhaps handled important work!
Cotton... a very pleasant smelling fabric to Dris. Not many wore it in the Northlands, because it didn't grow well in the cold. They preferred animal furs, which smelled... just alright.
Silk, as well! A VERY expensive fabric, that Dris... smiled at. This man MUST have been very important!
Blue dyes... which Dris could see on his clothing. It smelled of a very high quality.
And lastly... a DREADED smell.
C A T.
Dris scrunched up their nose, shivering, and brushing off their snout as if something had just tainted the fur.
"... Who... Who are you..." They spoke up, tilting their head and squinting, as if to get a better look at him.
Mentions: @RirisStride1 @ANYONE INVOLED WITH THE CURRENT NEGAN SITUATION, Somewhat open to interaction
What the hell? I guess it's just not aliens that hate me. Come on, I know I'm not an animal person, but seriously? Whatever. A rabbit disliking me isn't a big deal, but his owner is. Once I felt the burdening aura of Doomguy behind me. I grit my teeth, cracking my neck before slowly standing up. I often say I have balls of steel and I am damn well proving it by showing no fear over the chainsaw revving behind me. I tried to be kind, but if they're gonna be like this. Then so be it.
"Well, this escalated quickly." I said before walking away from the duo without looking back. I then turned around to them with a shit-eating grin. "Calm down, killer. We'll dance later after I break us out of here, Capiche?"
Maybe that way, the fight will be fair when I'm exhausted. . . Hah! Like that would ever happen. There are bigger problems right now than tussling with a petty space marine. This boxed up space is already full of dumb crap. I mean, just look at that stupid biker wannabe causing shit again despite getting his brain shocked. Looks like fucker has to be knocked down the second time, but I doubt he'll learn his lesson.
Voss audibly groaned at Fret's invitation and refused to move.
"I digress, kid. I be good where I am. 'Sides, I wish I could sleep right now so I could pretend I was somewhere but 'ere."
"Aww, don't be like that!"
"I'm nay... Huat...?"
"Here, lemme help ya up, gramps! Aheha!"
"Wait, huat are ye doin'- HEY, PUT ME DOWN!! AAAAAAAAAAAEUGH!!"
As much as the sea captain wished he could stay put, yet another character would come and burst his bubble. But not any entity, mind you. This monochromatic powerhouse of a grunt with a meathook suddenly swiped Voss off from the ground and held the old man over his head like it was nothing. Though much shorter than Voss, the armless man kept him up high for several more seconds before unceremoniously chucking Voss toward Fret's friend group. Voss bounced along the ground in a cartoony fashion, generating a dog toy squeak each time he bounced. He finally settled face-first on the ground beside the group.
The grunt belly-laughed as this went down. Then, he took off his shades to wipe a tar-black tear, revealing a cross for a face underneath. He continued to chuckle.
"Man! If I knew you were gonna bounce that much, I would've skipped ya like a stone! Aheheheha!"
Meanwhile, Voss cursed vehemently as he lifted himself up to his knees. The adrenaline must've given him a bit of a boost. Good for him.
"... Ergh... I think ye broke somethin'..." He huffed.
While Voss was busy bitching, Sanford watched intently while Dris and Negan made their little... exchange. He witnessed it too soon to participate, but Sanford definitely thought it was a damn good show. He approached the rat, unaware of the situation.
"Hey-hey-hey! Impressive moves, little buddy! That's what I like to call thinking on your feet! ... Er, paws? Whatever."
After a long day Spamton liked to go home, hang up his hat and coat, and just kick his feet up and relax. Except his home was a literal dumpster, he didn't have the luxury of coat or hat for hanging... Or a hanger for that matter. But that was okay this was fine, he could still kick his feet up... While laying in trash... Crying... The usual. What could he have possibly done to deserve such a fate? Slowly the static came and spilled into his headcase, falling into a trance, the closest he could get to sleeping. When he finally came to; his eyes cleared to see an abundance of people of all shapes and sizes and species and... So on and so forth. But he also had a throbbing headache. "I MUST HAVE [died and gone to heaven]." He got up, and looked around in disbelief especially with how some of these people looked, some real freaks walkin' around. He had to act like he belonged, slicking back his hair and tugging on his suit to sharpen it; he began to walk around with the exaggerated swagger of a salesman. "HEY EVERY !" Without much attention he began throwing around finger guns and shooting compliments. "NICE TO MEET YOU. YOU'RE LOOKING LIKE [a million bucks]!" He turned "I'M READY TO GET [funky] TONIGHT!" The entire time the puppet spewed nonsensical compliments his volume didn't drop in the slightest. Despite his size he might have been one of the loudest things in the cage. Only silent once his keen businessman eyes caught sight of something, it was like he was a moth to flame, until finally he'd teetered over to it. "KROMER!" He shouted and picked up or rather lugged up the [[FREE BAT]] He'd stumbled upon "WHAT A [steal] WHAT A [deal]!" He fumbled with the object getting a better look at it. "AND IT COMES PRE-DECORATED WITH [hyperlink blocked] ONLY A FOOL WOULD PASS UP A DEAL LIKE THIS!" He remarked after looking at the gorey state of the bat. Oh yeah this would sell for a fat stack of Kromer for sure. @Thatguyinastore@Lazaro1505@RirisStride1
He supposed it was inevitable that Sarah would ask such a question. After all, he'd very clearly aged in the twenty odd years since... well, you know. Sarah was still a little girl - hadn't aged a day since then. It only made sense that these kinds of questions would be asked. That didn't make them any easier to answer, though. He'd just gotten her back. The last thing that he wanted to do was scare her - or even worse, scare her off.
"...twenty years."
Joel's response was short and gruff. He hadn't even looked her in the eye when he'd said it. How could he? So much shit had happened since then. The crying had stopped by now (due in part to all the dumbass fighting that had just gone on). But that parenting anxiety... the kind that made you second guess everything you said. It was something that Joel had missed - but at the same time, it was something that he never wished to encounter again.
Eventually, though, his eyes did find his daughter's once more. And then, Joel managed a small yet noticeable smile.
As it turned out, Negan was not out for very long at all. The man had taken worse hits before, after all. The stop sign was... a new one, sure, he'd give it that. But did it hit harder than a lead pipe to the side of your skull? No. Not in the slightest.
And what did Negan wake up to, other than some puppet fuck trying to steal dear old Lucille. Negan was far passed questioning appearances at this point - the talking rat had done enough in the way of that. No, no. All Negan cared about now was making sure that some conman didn't try and poach his dear old Lucille. But as things seemed, that was exactly the case. And before long, Negan was standing over Spamton's head. The asshole was pretty damn tall for a puppet, but even so, Negan had a few good inches on him. He gave him a moment to bask in Lucille's greatness, before finally clearing his throat,
"'Scuse me!" Negan called out to the living puppet as he paced over to him. He'd put on his best shit-eating grin once more. Oh, how he loved this part of the job. Should he be able to shit, then Negan could only hope that Spamton was doing so in those oddly form fitting pants of his. "But I do believe that there bat belongs to me!" Negan proceeded to click his tongue and then thumb toward himself. The arm soon fell down to his side, before being offered outward moments later.
"So if you could kindly get y'er termite-infested hand off of 'er, then that would be greatly appreciated."
"Thank you, Tsukuyomi." Sougo mumbled, sighing as the man downed by his laser. Pocketing the phone-beam on his cardigan as an older man, clad in blue and wearing a scarf, witnessed the entire thing, asked if they should keep things friendly...At least, that's what the words he said meant, right? Big words like that aren't Sougo's forte. "Sorry about that. He was gonna hurt my friend and I had to stop him before he did." Sougo apologized for acting quickly, despite not being the aggressor in this conflict. Sougo rubbed the back of his neck as said man introduced himself as Hershel.
"I'm Sougo. Tokiwa Sougo." The King of Time introduced himself to Hershel, just as Negan got back up. This surprised Sougo--he was sure that it took quite a while before someone who's hit by the stun beam regained consciousness but...Well, this situation itself was already weird as is. Sougo decided to stay quiet and watch as Negan walked over to a little white faced puppet in a black suit, asking for his weapon back.
Maybe there was something stopping them from turning unconscious...? Sougo pondered this as he watched, learning more than he thought he would. As if remembering something he forgot, Sougo turned to Tousai, whom he just kinda shoved out of the way to stun Negan.
"Are you alright, Tousai-kun?" Sougo asked, wondering if he pushed him a little too hard.
Location - Some place that isn't hell Mood - ...Daisy’s ok. Status - ...
I maintained my glare as the man who dared threatened Daisy rose from his kneeling position. He cracked his neck and I revved my chainsaw once more, ready for a fight. However, instead of launching a punch, he instead walked away whilst giving me a cocky grin. I slammed off my chainsaw at that. No need to waste fuel if there wasn’t going to be a fight. Besides, he wasn’t a demon and thus held no value to me. However, the blonde man did issue a challenge…
“Calm down, killer. We’ll dance later after I break us out of here-”
There was only one appropriate response to that. I pulled back one hand and with all of my might thrusted out to give…
It was a promise that we’ll have a dance competition after we get out. I didn’t wait for the guy’s reaction, however, opting to instead scoop up the still heaving Daisy into my arms and cradled her against my chest. Her eyes were still wide with what I can only presume to be flashbacks to her death. It pained me that I couldn't do anything beyond give comfort. Yeah, the blonde man did seem to cause it, but how was he supposed to know? Besides, if anything, it allowed me to learn that letting others pet Daisy was perhaps not the best of ideas.
Dozens of emerald blaster bolts and the TIE/ln fighters that accompanied them streaked through the debris field above mining planet Vanquo. The Imperial Remnant was desperately attempting to hunt down the target that just destroyed their Gozanti-class cruiser. The formation held as best it could while laying down a barrage of fire, but garbage from years past and wreckage from their cruiser eventually forced the squadron to break off into their respective groups.
When the barrage stopped, Maisha retaliated.
A large, Mandalorian freighter suddenly banked towards the first group, unleashing a torrent of cannon fire that easily tore through the four unshielded fighters before they could react. Maisha immediately began to open fire on the second group, but the Imperial pilots had the wit to take cover behind a piece of debris. While the obstruction was quickly cleared, the TIE fighters had the time to reorientate and begin a strafing run against the Charred Wing.
Their hail of fire showed the freighter with explosions and one of the pilots might even let out a cry of victory. However, any celebration would be too soon. As the third group closed in on where the wreckage of the freighter should’ve been, they were met with a burst of laser fire that destroyed two of the fighters. Before the other two could respond, the Charred Wing flew out of the cloud of dust and rammed into the survivors of the third group, sending them up into flames.
At this point, the second group knew they were outgunned and outmatched. They began to retreat, knowing that they could not destroy their target without more support.
From his bridge, Maisha breathed a temporary sigh of relief, glad that he didn't have to shoot down any more of those ships. He felt...bad, wiping them out like that. There was no challenge, no honor, it was just a pathetic slaughter. The Mandalorian unbuckled his seat restraints, leaned back in his pilot seat, and closed his eyes for a moment, resting after the lengthy trip to Vanquo and the recent assault on the Imperial ships stationed here. He slowly drifted off into sl-
Out of nowhere, alarms started to blare through the bridge!
Maisha's eyes shot open to see multiple target locks on his ship and the thundering of turbolasers against the debris around him. He snapped himself upright and gripped the controls, but even as he began evasive maneuvers, multiple concussion missiles and a broadside of turbolasers impacted the Charred Wing.
Within the bridge, Maisha was sent flying from his seat into the wall, where it all went black. The sound of bickering and gagging of a nearby man woke Maisha up, but it was the commotion of people's confusion that made him open his eyes and leap to his feet. Seeing all the unfamiliar and strange faces, the Mandalorian's right hand shot to his hip, gripping the handle of his PRX-16 while he pointed his left hand out towards the room, fingers ready to activate the flamethrowers. He gradually backed towards a corner as he got his bearing on the situation.
His eyes darted around the room, taking note of the glass walls that encased them and a man in leather convulsing on the floor like he had a droid popper shoved up his a$$. There were many others, but he only took note and the weapons the held, which ranged from slugthrowers, to blades of all sorts, to even a barbed club. Primative, but still no doubt deadly when given numbers.
When he eventually looked up, he saw the woman standing on an elevated platform, dressed clean whites and speaking with less emotion than a droid. Based on the stories of his parents, if there was ever a human that could pass as a Kaminoan, it would be her. Maisha had the temptation to threaten her, but then he saw how she released the man in leather from his convulsions, as if there was some sort of restraint device on them.
Maisha's left hand rubbed his nape to feel for a collar or implant, but he found none. It wasn't as if they'd have the courtesy of taking off his armor just to shove something inside him, put him back in his armor and shove him in a cage. That'd be ridiculous! These circumstances were...very strange. All he could do was hold onto the nugget of information the woman gave them. They were to meet with a "Mr. Luthor" as if they were mercenaries. Well, Maisha was a bounty hunter, but that was besides the point.
This was all very suspicious. He last remembered being bombarded by heavy ordnance, so how did he end up in a glass box? This was nothing like the Empire's style, minus the drab grey, and he couldn't imagine the New Republic resorting to these kinds of measures. Maybe he'd crashed onto Vanquo and this was the residence of some sort of local warlord or noble. Whatever the case...Maisha had to remain weary as he searched for his ship and an opportunity to jump from this planet as soon as possible. This will be some story to tell his buddies; they'll think he was crazier than they thought!
Next to the corner where Maisha stood, a chocolate brown and khaki furred wolf stretched out with a satisfied growl, shaking off the stupor of sleep from her limbs as she looked around at the new environment. That nap had hit the spot! Contrary to Maisha, Elissa was more confused than alarmed at her new surroundings. She sat there, eyes darting from face to face and nose aggressively sniffing to air to look for familiar faces and scents. There were so many new scents and people! She didn't know who they were, but they were new people!
There were a surprising number of angry looking people with the fragrance of dried blood lingering around them, sort of like Abaddon and Ori. They didn't scare her, though, because she could tell they were hunters, and hunters were familiar. Someone also smelled like the desert, so dry and coarse, like sand...but not the fun kind of sand from the beach… Then the stench hit Elissa nose, causing her to bury her nose into the nook of her leg. No, thank you! One was the stink of disease and pungent medicine and the other was scent of an unbathed rodent covered in cured furs and pelts. Did being in the city make her unused to the smell of wild animals?
Though Elissa wondered about the though,, she quickly was distracted when she noticed how big the rat was! It was the size of a human child! The wolf girl had noticed a little rumbly in her stummy. Hi]Hungry.[/i] The big rat look very tempting...and there was nothing stopping her…
The girl’s self-control held on for a little bit until the snarls of a rat and screams of a man reached her ears. Someone was in trouble! But who? There was a scary looking man with a barbed stick and a rat person… Elissa’s instinct chose for her as she sprang up onto all fours and leapt towards the rat, bounding over anyone in the way.
Her indecision had cost her the initiative, seeing how the conflict had already died down, but she was still going to follow through with her plan, latching her jaw onto the shoulder of the big rat. She then slumped to the ground trying to drag her prey down to the ground where they couldn't fight back. She completely ignored the other men nearby, only focused on the kill.
The lunge of a furred beast from beside Maisha brought the Mandalorian out of his theorizing. Elissa's assault was more than obvious to Maisha and he immediately followed her to her target. While he was not fast enough to intercept the wolf, it wasn't long before he slipped his hands between the beast's jaws and the rat. With as much force as he could muster, he attempted to pry them off the man-rat, but even with all his strength, he could not budge the wolf’s maw, "Kot'uliik bes’uram! (Mighty beast with jaws of iron!) Clamberwolves don’t have a jaw this strong!"
Still, Maisha’s efforts weren’t for nothing. Elissa’s focus left the rat she was trying to eat and onto the man that hands in her mouth. Protecting herself seemed to take a higher priority than eating a random rat. However, with the she-wolf no longer trying to bite the rat, she was now trying to bite Maisha!
The iron jaw clamped down on Maisha’s gauntlet, where it was abruptly stopped, much to the wolf’s visible confusion. The unstoppable force had met the unmovable object that was beskar. Two more renewed attempts were made to bite through, but all she could do was scratch the metal.
While Elissa tried to bite off Maisha’s hand, the pilot wrapped his other arm around the wolf’s windpipe and began to apply pressure. Though it wasn’t going to knock out the crazy wolf anytime soon, it was enough to give yet another distraction to the beast as he scrambled to find some way to restrain the damned beast. His eyes shot back and forth across the room, looking for assistance or anything that could help, "Help? Anyone? No offers? Vor’e nass! (Thanks for nothing!)"
The sudden grappling match between man and beast continued for several seconds, with tooth and claw clashing against iron skin. Normally, a beast like this should be difficult to restrain, but Elissa was stronger than any animal her size had any right to be. As they struggled to gain control, Maisha found a ribbon around the wolf’s neck and seeing it as ideal leverage, he yanked back as hard as he could.
To his surprise, the creature that he pulled away was no longer a wolf, but a human girl! In his hand was the choker of red-haired girl around his age, staring up at him with confused green eyes and a bloody mouth. Not quite sure what to do, he just stood there while the girl took a few quick sniffs.
“Orimos? Armor similar, but...no… Fox? Fire, but...too arti-arre...fake. I do not know you...”
The first name clearly belonged to a Mandalorian given its pronunciation and the association with armor, but he wasn’t sure about the second name. What could’ve made this girl mistake him for someone else and more importantly, how in the abstract hell did she turn into a wolf and back??? He had so many questions, but all Maisha could manage was, “You shouldn’t. I don’t recall ever meeting someone like you… I’m Maisha Arbintz...you?”
“Me too...I am Elissa.”
Maisha noted the slow, simplistic speech as if the girl barely had a grasp on Basic and nodded at a similarly slow pace. He was about to say something else before the thought of the potentially injured person sprang back into his mind. He turned towards the rodent person, “Blast! Are you okay? That was some beast!”
Speaking of the Game! Fret finally got his answer about the possibility of the Riding Hood having a pin… and it looked like this was not a Game. Welp, there goes that theory. The former player sighed, managing a small smirk nonetheless. “No problemo, thanks anyway, Red.”
"It's all good! I'll just be right here if anything else is needed! You know, just in case!" Red widely smiled in back at him - though she couldn't help him with whatever he was even doing this search for, she at least tried and there was nothing she could do. That's fine, though - it's probably a lot of stuff she doesn't even understand! Before she can think further, she heard a rise in tone from Negan, once more. This time, catching her by surprise.
In fact, before she could even react to the scene itself, it had already concluded!
Had it not been for him shouting like a total dumbass, then the boy might've actually gotten the jump on Negan! But alas (for him that is), that was as far from the case as one could get. Because as soon as he came slashing forward with that attack toward his bat, Negan just barely managed to stumble back and out of the way. However, due to the sudden shift in weight, Negan wasn't able to hold his balance for very long, and as such had fallen over within seconds.
"NO!"
Negan shouted this at the top of his lungs after immediately leaping back up to his feet. No attacks were made - however what he did do was angrily point Lucille right in Tousai's face. The smile was gone - replaced by a look that could only read as animalistic anger. And with said look came an equally animalistic growl, as well as a shake of Negan's head,
"Ohhh... no..."
And then, Negan began to back away for a moment, practically forcing out a smile as well as a chuckle. The bearded man shook his head then, while wiping down his cheek with one of his gloved hands...
And then almost on a heel, Negan turned and charged forward with a swing, aiming to bash that little shit's skull in.
"WHAT THE HELL-"
welp.
BAM!!
Negan didn't even have any time to think - let alone react - as Sougo's magic stop sign smacked him right in the face and sent him flying back. His back ultimately struck the glass cage with a thud, and all that could escape Negan after that was a soft groan. That groan turned into a whimper soon after, and as his grip loosened around Lucille, both she and her hit the ground with another thud and a clnk-clnk! respectively.
For the time being, at least, Negan seemed like he was out cold.
Red just stood there in sheer disbelief. How quickly that happened is... alarming. In fact, it concerned her greatly. Rattling her head around, trying to think of something to do - but clearly, trying to help this man stand on his own two feet is more effort than it's worth! "You have got to be kidding me right now...!" With a hint of anger in her tone, she kicked her boots off the ground - if only briefly - at the sheer sight of this madness. Is there 'really' no taming these people? Only one way to find out - and while the man later rose to his feet as if nothing happened, Red kinda... turned her brain off from that scene altogether, trying to give it 'some' rest - and looks to yet more people waking up in this glass cage... A fearful and concerned expression said it all - this was gonna be a nightmare to manage, or try to manage. Raising her hood over her head for now to try and hide her face from the scene, she returned to silently watching as she tried to calm herself down.
So much for her 'responsible' and 'composed' image, huh?
His way of speech… it wasn’t exactly reassurance that the two wouldn’t fight, at least it wasn’t reassurance that he’d refrain from fighting or even harming the man who he mentioned was named Cloud at any point. “Right… Just keep it in mind, especially you.”
There were just so many things that made her wary of the man, the way he was speaking for one. But for now, there wasn’t much that could be done about it in their current location and responding to threats wouldn’t do her or anyone any good.
Her head turned to Corvo to see the Mark still on his hand. “Guess The Outsider’s never going to let you go. It’s good that she can take care of herself, it makes your job a lot easier.” Blood Gulch was mentioned which she shook her head. “I think I would’ve remembered if I ended up in a place called Blood Gulch. I’d believe it, honestly. No matter what, threats and harming each other and even fights are common with us apparently.”
Ciri glanced over to the other commotion happening, one between the man that was knocked out earlier and a rat person. “There always is, never are we summoned “just because”. If you wish to try to stop them, be my guess, but I don’t think they might stop just because we asked them to from the look of them.”
And there was a new person in that commotion, a young man with heroic words. To be honest, the fact that he was using the words he was currently using made her chuckle a bit, reminding her of a certain someone from the last multiversal adventure her and Corvo were on.
Before anyone could do anything, the man with the bat was unconscious which cured them of dealing with that problem. “Looks like we don’t need to do anything, at least until he wakes back up and we end up still stuck in this cage. You still haven’t told me what you make of everyone in here, what you think based on their looks, at least the ones that aren’t arguing with each other and trying to hurt each other.”
And then the man woke up shortly later. God damn it…
Her guess on who the little girl was right judging by how Joel had just broke like that when he saw her. In all her years of knowing Joel, she had never seen him like this which to be honest, she was concerned for him. Of course she was concerned for him, she cared about him after all. But she didn’t wanna get in the way of him and his kid reuniting, that’d be a dick move and it was best to give the two some time so she stepped away from the two.
Seeing someone who died in your arms like she did come back from the dead… it’d mess anyone up. Hell, it’d even mess Tess up if she was in Joel’s position.
Once she stepped away from the two, the sound of someone talking to her startled her a tiny bit as she looked to see a man that looked like he might’ve not eaten in some time with blond hair and baggy clothing. Of course she didn’t pull out her gun since she didn’t want to risk hitting anyone else in the cage and it didn’t seem like he could do any harm. If he was, he would’ve had the chance to do so already so pulling a gun on the man wasn’t something she was willing to do.
His question was understandable but who would expect anyone else stuck in this cage to know where their current location was? “Sorry but I don’t know where we are. You from Japan then?”
Tosai Furesawa - Fit as a fiddle. He's currently calmer now, and looks like he's switched back to being in a good mood quick.
Welp. Fret may or may not be in deep shit! Probably the former.
However, even with that brave face he had put on, Furesawa gulped as the bat was pointed at him.
Just walk away, Fret! Be the bigger person, avoid ending up spazzing on the ground, all of the good stu-
Aaaand he was pulled to the side by Sougo, looks like! Tosai watched as the icebreaking king pulled out the Faiz Phone X, certainly shocked by the stop sign it produced. Definitely not what Tosai thought could or would happen, but holy shit - it was cool! Like in one of those TV shows.
Then, the rodent went out of their way to trip up Negan. And to think the little guy was glaring at him to buzz off moments ago!
"...and I oop." That was all the former Player managed, before Hershel came along.
A nervous laugh escaping him as he was focused upon, Fret immediately proceeded to firmly put his foot on the ground, turning tail on those nerves. "Wh- hey, wait! I was trying to help, the- uh- whatever the rat's name is!" He gave an apologetic smile to Dris, shrugging lightly. "Sorry, by the way, never caught your name." Now, eyes back on Hershel, Fret spoke once more. "That guy kept things from being amicable, anyway! It's on him, so go and- just- give those specific looks to him, alright!" With a harumph, Fret crossed his arms, turning his head.
And right then and there, the geezer was pulled along to the group by an armless guy. Fret's smile returned, his expression changing as if nothing had ever happened. "Thanks, dude! He was starting to get lonely, looks like."
...what the hell is that. Fret turned his head to find a weird little guy taking Smith's bat. Yeaaaaah, now he knows for sure he's not in Shibuya, if it wasn't clear before. The guy sounded like one of those weird pop-up ads... it was cool, in a way!
As Negan got up and asked for the bat back, Fret shook his head, lightly tsking. The teenager then called out from his spot: "Let's NOT give the bat back, little man! He doesn't deserve it!"
Furesawa gave a big grin hearing that Toking already considered him a friend - looks like his cuteness worked wonders! Not that Fret was purposefully doing that for some weird and/or bad motive, of course - he was just happy, y'know? But then here he came apologizing for defending someone! Yeah, not cool. "Toking, hang on! That wasn't your fault, ya know, it was Batty who started it. So really, just- well, can't take it back now, but hey, keep it in mind, friend, and don't apologize for it either." Fret patted Sougo's shoulder, keeping his smile on. There wasn't any scolding expression or anything, honestly, he spoke more as if this was a friendly reminder. And to Fret, it was!
"I'm fine though, thanks to you and li'l rat!" He smiled at Tokiwa, then over to Dris. Speaking of the rodent - Fret walked over to them, looking down on the rat. "You okay, by the way?" Fret bent his knees a little to get on the rat's level, putting a hand out. "Dunno if you do handshakes, but name's Tosai Furesawa. You can call me Fret, usually everyone does that! I think we got off the wrong foot earlier."
Once the Riding Hood responded, since Fret had been busy with Dris, he turned his head and gave a smile before looking back to the rodent.
"Yeah. I'll try and keep that in mind." Sougo chuckled a bit, although he felt as if it was a lesson he was supposed to have learnt long ago. From his encounters with past Riders, it's a Rider's duty is to defend someone's life--so is the duty of a kind, and noble King, to defend his subjects. That's just the way he's supposed to treat everyone. So if someone tries to hurt someone else...I suppose it's natural to just come to their defense. Regardless, he nodded at Tousai's reminder. As the amiable teen spoke with the mouse, Sougo glanced around the glass the cage they're in once more.
More and more people are waking up, it seems. And Sougo's learnt just about nothing. If Geiz were here, he would've tried to break out of the cage already, though as demonstrated by the Delinquent's body falling on the glass walls--it's tough.
"Just a thought, but...What do you all remember before waking up here?" Sougo asked Fret and whoever else can hear him. "I remember just falling over in pain while heading back from an errand on my bike."
That one response, simple though it was, provided much more information than what it contained in substance alone. The fact that she addressed him as one would any stranger off the street told him he wasn’t in his native Japan anymore, even before she said a single word. Most everyone there would have recognized him instantly, even in his weakened form. It also told him that it wasn’t by virtue of him being unlucky enough to arrive unconscious that he had no clue where he was. In fact, no one here looked as though they knew where they were, and the tension of it all seemed to be manifesting in scattered outbursts of violence off at some distance.
He tried to push that distant fight out of his mind for the moment, though. He could do little good in intervening as he was, and it looked to be simmering down anyway. Besides, though the woman he’d struck up a conversation with seemed to be just as clueless to it all as he was, he could probably get more information from chatting her up a bit more. Not to mention at this point it would just be rude not to introduce himself.
”Ah, yes, I’m from Japan. The name’s All Might,” he greeted, giving her a soft smile and extending a hand in an offer for a handshake. ”And, if I assume by your accent, you’re from America, right? I spent my college years in America, University of California at Los Angeles. Haven’t been to visit in a while, though.”
However, Otto Octavius was not in fact free. Not anymore. A quick check revealed that, thankfully, he was not reverted to his older, decrepit form. He was still in Spider Man’s body, his mind was still acute, and now he was in a more standard term for confinement: prison. He was not alone, nor did this appear to be a very good one. He was still in his Spider-Man Suit and in possession of his web shooters, which was important. It appeared, though, that he would have to do something that Otto dreaded doing in order to escape.
Socialize.
At least he didn’t need to fake being Peter Parker here. At least the ex-supervillain didn’t think that anyone who knew the old Spider-Man was here. How liberating. But that also meant he needed to survey his surroundings in order to get a good bearing on who to trust, who to use, and who to do away with. As such, Otto moved towards the nearest wall and leaned against it, attempting to feign aloofness and superiority. Well, not feign, more assert it. He had to watch, assess, and only then would he act.
As soon as Negan called out to him the puppet's neck snapped towards him. If there was any fear or dropping of bricks in the pants the puppet wasn't showing them. In fact the rictus grin on his face grew as Negan got closer. "HELLO [Valued Customer] I DON'T HAPPEN TO SEE YOUR NAME ON THIS [Limited Edition] ITEM!" He tottered around with the bat looking for a name before putting it back down and leaning on it. "HOWEVER HAVE I GOT SPECIL DEAL FOR YOU! FOR JUST [$4.99] THIS BLOODY BAT CAN BE YOURS!" He paused for a moment as if waiting for a response. He got one from another vertically inclined person. On one hand it was sounding more and more like the bat belonged to the guy closer to him... But on the other hand what were people willing to buy! Buy! Buy! Up here in ... Heaven... Or perhaps this was another twisted dream. It didn't matter! He knew what he had to do. Scuttling further from Negan until he was more central between both him and Fret. "WELL PERHAPS YOU'D LIKE TO BID THAT [Delicious] KROMER OF YOURS ON THIS [Valuable Item] SINCE YOU BOTH HAVE AN INTEREST IN IT!" He rubbed his hands together producing a slight clacking sound. "WITH A STARTING BID OF 95 KROMER!"
Before Negan could even continue to address the puppet who had procured his dear old Lucille, that dumbass kid who'd thought it best to try and hurt her earlier had opened his dumbass mouth yet again. And this time, it was to persuade the puppet thing to not give her back to him. Immediately, Negan's smile twisted into a frown, and he slowly turned to face Fret. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth was curled into a frown. Generally speaking, Negan did not look happy.
"Kid," Negan spoke in a tone that was just barely above a whisper. It was quite different from the grandiose, over the top presence he'd been presenting thus far. It was almost like he was an entirely different man. "You are really... really, pushin' some buttons that you do not wanna press right now." Negan took a single step toward him, closing the difference between them ever so slightly. Slowly, his arm was raised. For a moment, he pointed pointed at his head... only to slooowly move it to the side. "If I were you, I'd walk aaaallll the way to the other end of this here cage, and keep my damn mouth shut while the adults talk."
With that, Negan turned away, although the glare hung on him for a good few moments. It wasn't until he'd fully turned that he finally looked away completely, his eyes now meeting Spamton's yet again. His glare was gone, replaced by a look of... bemusement, if anything, as the puppet began to sell try and sell Lucille like it was a used car. By the time he'd finished, Negan's eyes were a lot more wide - and perhaps more importantly - the smile had returned.
"Now..." Negan clasped his hands together as he began to walk toward Spamton. "I have no idea what the everliving shit a 'Kromer' is- and unfortunately, cash ain't exactly somethin' I carry on me," Negan was smart enough by now to realize that this wasn't his own world. If the talking rat hadn't given that away, then the magic gun that shot gigantic stop signs most certainly did. However, he didn't have the energy (nor the fucks to give) to outright explain what walkers were and how they worked. "So instead... I'll cut you a better deal!"
"You," Negan outstretched his arm and briefly pointed at Spamton, before ultimately withdrawing it like a fishing rod reeling in an empty line. "Are gonna give me my bat back! And in turn, I," Negan then thumbed to himself. "Will not kick y'er Raggedy Ann ass all the way across this here cage!" For effect, Negan pointed to the cage around him with a single hand.
He finally clasped his hands together and began to slowly pace toward Spamton.
"So... whaddya say? Are you gonna be a good Samaritan and give her back?"
He took another step, now standing right above the four foot tall puppet. Negan squat down so he could get at eye level with him, smiling right into his eyes. One of his hands went out, only to fall into a rest on Spamton's shoulder. And then? Well, then, Negan squeezed.
"Or am I gonna have to show these... fine people what a puppet looks like with its wooden head caved in?"
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