Ultron's nifty internet connection had provided a few things to him in the short time he had. For starters, he seemed to be in a city known as "Metropolis", with the location being simply known as "LexCorp." It was a company that primarily specialized in aerospace engineering - headed by a man known as "Lex Luthor".

Before he could learn much more, though, Ultron's optics turned to static. Within seconds, everything was gone. For the time being, it seemed like he'd been entirely shut out.

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As he browsed through the information about the area his rage subsided, replaced by curiosity. "Fascinating..." He muttered to himself as he processed the area's information, only to get shut out from the internet. "No! Who?!" He shouted, confused and angry, who could have cut him out just like he was some sort of simple virus.
It didn't help that the first thing he saw when his optics cleared was a kid in spandex striding towards him with purpose. He'd been alive long enough to know spandex meant superheroes. He was pointing some forms of weaponry at him as well. The AI stared his new 'companion' down and crossed his arms, simultaneously he was trying to go through his memory banks to see if he'd seen the kid before, but there was nothing, and he thought he'd remember a kid in bright red and blue spandex. He was ready to make an example of him if he proceeded, but after hearing the stranger say his name he was curious... It was as though he knew him? He uncrossed his arms and began to casually approach him. "First off how do you know my name? Second off you've got me all wrong I'm a global peacekeeping initiative, I'm only doing what's best for humanity. And thirdly I think I do know a little more than all of you... And that's plenty..." The robot looked at him and the rest of the people with a dismissive arrogance.

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Well. Misguided rather than genocidal. Otto could work with this.

“Then you’re not my Ultron. Come to think of it, you have an actual face. I…” The next word was choked. “Apologize for the confusion. If you’re in it for the lasting peace of the world, then we have no quarrel.” Spider-Man lowered his web shooters, moving his fingers out of the requisite trigger stance to fire the twin apparatuses. “As for who I am…”

Otto considered how he should answer. What could he say? No one in this room recognized him, meaning he could say whatever in God’s green earth he wanted to say without anyone calling him for it. But did it feel right to say? Some voice in the back of the former doctor’s skull said that it wasn’t. He hadn’t asserted it enough, he hadn’t earned the title. He was not yet Spider Man, though when he became it he would be superior. And Otto did not like to lie about accomplishments.

“…It’s not important. What is is that I trust you. But I assume you have some form of internet connection out here. Any idea where we are or if there’s even life outside of this glass cage for us to encounter?” It was, at least to Otto, preferable that they were the only life around here. It would make escape and recon far, far easier if their cage was left unguarded or, ideally, unlocked.

Grey's ears perk up at the sound of a voice next to him. The fox turns, coming face to face with one of those furless, two-legged creatures, like that one with the biker getup and the baseball bat. He had asked what Grey was, a reasonable question that could most definitely reflected back at the man.

"...hi," Grey begins awkwardly, still taken aback by this thing's appearance. "I'm Grey. ...I'm a fox." He thought that last part was a little obvious, but maybe foxes from this guy's world don't look like he does. Grey then sighs and closes his eyes. "That's about all I can tell you, because I can't remember anything about myself. I was hoping Fortuna would help lead me to some answers, but that plan got tossed out of the window as soon as I blacked out and woke up here."

The fox's attention is then caught by another nearby, excited voice, and he turns around to face some sort of... dark grey figure with no arms or legs and floating hands, a bandana wrapped around his head and sunglasses on his eyes?

Yeah. Grey doesn't know where to begin with this one. He gives the Nevadean a flat look.

"I don't think they're watching us for entertainment..."

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Captain Falcon is taken aback and pouts "Cloud...Seph...How are you guys gonna do me like that? It's me! The Reckless Wonder! The Relentless Flow! The Blue Blu-! Wait....Scratch that part. That one's been taken. Don't wanna infringe. BUT I AM! THE ONE! THE ONLY!" Captain Falcon strikes an unnecessarily cool pose. So cool that his victory theme plays out of nowhere. "CAPTAAAAAIN FALCON!!! Like come on, guys...You just don't forget that....Unless you guys are being salty out of the few times I've beaten you guys in a fight. If you want me to apologize....I can't. You know I worked hard for those wins. You two are no slouches. I earned those wins. But that's nothing to sneeze at." The pilot whines as he doesn't understand how two friends (in a half) don't seem to know him.

To reiterate her thoughts once the answer was revealed…

Oh my god.

Sarah looked to him with widened eyes, before they darted downwards and to the ground… oh gosh, here come the waterworks once more.

“I… I know you said- I- I’m sorry, okay?” The winger was well aware of what Joel had said, but- how do you just say “okay, cool” to being dead for twenty years then move on like nothing happened? She felt horrible, she couldn’t just, brush it aside, she-

She couldn’t even look him in the eye right now… not out of malice or hatred towards him, Sarah just felt terrible, and… god. Sarah didn't know what else to say.

"Nice to meetcha, Dris! But, me? A soldier? Nah, but I was a Player once! Freaky experience, I should tell you about it sometime!"

He kept his hand still as the rodent sniffed his hand… kinda weird, but to be fair, they were an animal. Though, Fret’s smile became a frown as Dris showed disgust at the Player’s scent. Come on, really? The perfume wasn’t that bad! Was it? "Oh, uuuh- sorry? Usually everyone’s fine with it! The brand’s really popular too… then again, guess it isn’t for everyone."

The teenager got up, looking to Voss and tilting his head. "I think I’m doing pretty good at being sociable, maybe I can help ease the pain or something! So, let’s start with an icebreaker - cool accent! Where’d you get it from?" Fret, you absolute dumbass.

...first time? FIRST TIME? Voss knows about this kinda stuff?

Tosai followed Voss, gently grabbing the sea captain’s wrist. His hands were actually really soft, to be honest. "So you know what’s going on? Spilll it then, gramps! Please."

As Schezo made his demands, Fret looked over, calling out to the slobbering Wegey: "I think this guy’s got it! Come over and he’ll tell you!"

Voss, from player to character, I am so fucking sorry.

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Joel continued to hold onto his daughter as tight as he could. God, he forgot how pure she was. She hadn't had time to be corrupted by the new world. It was like looking into the last bit of flickering light in a world full of darkness. That same bit of shimmering pureness he'd seen in Ellie, when he'd held her in his arms. That was all he could see in Sarah as he held her again.

"It's alright, baby girl..." Joel reassured her as he continued to slowly rock back and forth, burying her face as close to his chest as he could. "It weren't your fault... ain't none of it..."

Joel continued to reassure her of this as he continued to hold onto her. He loved her so much. Already, he'd gotten her back, and he knew right now that he wouldn't let anything else happen to her. He couldn't let anything else happen to her. They were both gonna make it out of this. They had to.

They continued like this for a while, just Joel relishing in seeing his daughter again after these twenty long years. All those Goddamn years without Sarah in his life. He was already forgetting how he'd managed to do it for so long. He supposed that a good part of it was losing what had made him human. It was how a lot of people in their world coped, after all.

But the sudden rattling of the glass cage had been enough to pull them back into reality. Some... well, Joel didn't know what to call it. Some damn robot thing had punched the case, causing the glass to violently trash and shake all around. It instinctively made him grab onto Sarah, holding her close to his shoulder and patting the back of her hair to calm her down. Even if she wasn't worried by it - Joel was. For her sake entirely. The robot seemed pretty pissed, too. What kind of shit had they been locked in here with?

Once the robot seemed to calm down, though, Joel turned back to his daughter. Once more, he cupped her face in both his palms.

"Sarah," Joel said, his tone gruff yet obviously caring and soft. Old habits died hard - and now, those conflicting habits were showing themselves at full force. On the one hand, he had his overbearing sense of protectiveness of his daughter. And on the other? Well, the other was that jaded, cynical old man that twenty years without her had built. "I want you to listen to me, okay?" he gave her a moment to reply, before continuing. "No matter what happens, you stay by my side. Got it?"

Once she gave her reply, Joel would nod, before finally standing up. It was then that the man turned to face the many, many denizens of the cage. He scanned around the area with his eyes, until they finally settled on the one he'd seen. It was the one he'd seen before Sarah. The other one who didn't make it.

Tess.

"C'mon," Joel said to Sarah as he offered her his hand. He'd managed a smile, too. Aside from his times with Ellie and his brief time with Tommy, Joel couldn't name the last time he'd smiled at all. "There's someone I want ya to meet." And then, he guided her over to where Tessa was. She seemed to be talking to some frail, shorter man. He had sunken in eyes and skin. The guy looked like he hadn't eaten in days. He'd have been mistaken for infected by someone less attuned. Joel just thought he looked sick.

"Hey, Tess." Joel said to the woman, still managing his smile all the while. Judging by the girl that was with him, it was probably easy to see why. Joel had told her about Sarah, of course. They were partners for so long... how couldn't he, right? They never brought it up, and she never saw any pictures, but Tess knew about her. She was a smart girl, so she could figure it out. But one question did remain... Did she remember what happened? Getting bit? Getting shot? Joel figured that it wasn't best to question her on it. It was best to just leave her be for now. "I see you've been makin' friends." Joel mused, gesturing to All Might.

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"I'm sorry what?" The AI looked at him with a brow raised as if expecting the teenager to elaborate. There was only one Ultron not counting his drones, he was the core, and one that had no equal at that. He decided he'd let it fly for now, but he'd certainly ask for elaboration at a later point in time potentially. But given his surroundings he had a few theories.
"I don't need your 'secret identity'." He did finger quotes accentuated by his snide tone "But whatever ridiculous 'hero' name you've come up with works." While irate he had no need for hostility just yet. However he'd refrain from accepting or giving trust, he'd already lost two of his allies... What was the purpose of making more, only for them to stop short of the big picture.
It couldn't hurt to throw a dog a bone however. "The city is called Metropolis, and this building is LexCorp named after it's founder Lex Luthor, who I assume being arrogant enough to capture me-" He swiftly extended one of his arms and fired lasers from his finger tips at the wall opposite of him. "Must have made some considerable upgrades to this glass."

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Upon hearing Spamton mention Kris, the prince's facial expression turned to a frown. Kris was nowhere to be found, and that made him nervous. He relied so much on the Lightners for companionship, and now... they were gone.

"We are a team." Ralsei sighed in response. "But I'm here. And Kris and Susie... aren't. They'd probably want me to be strong, and to keep my spirits up, but..."



"I'm... having trouble."

Ralsei's attention was then turned to someone else, who asked for a summary of what was going on. His expression lightened, and he decided to try his best.



"We're... all stuck in a cage." He said, not knowing what else to say besides the obvious. "There was a woman outside earlier, who told us all to stay calm while we wait for... Mr. Luthor, but I don't know who that could be."

@ClownTown @Second2Last

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If this was back in her world, the man’s appearance would’ve made her think he was an infected but considering that she doubted they’d put them all in this cage with someone who was on the verge of turning, that wasn’t it. Really he looked like he needed some food — and badly too, maybe some medicine as well since he looked sick, at least to her. As for the outbursts of violence coming from the others, she learned to ignore them since that was between them, focusing on the seven foot man in front of her.

Really glad he wasn’t infected, Tess definitely didn’t want to mess with a seven foot infected.

It was time to introduce each other and she had to be honest: she’d never heard of someone naming their kid All Might but who was she to question what Japanese people named their kid. “Tess.” Taking his hand, she shook it, not returning the smile. “And yeah, that’s right. I was in Boston before I ended up here. Though I doubt you’d wanna visit considering the whole infection.”

Hearing that oh so familiar voice she remembered before the soldiers came into the capitol building, the woman turned and her hazel eyes immediately found the source, that being her partner. “Back at you, Texas.” Seeing that smile he was managing which she could tell considering him smiling was a rare sight but the kid next to him, a smile appearing on his face with her around was understandable. “I figured it’s better we at least make a friend or two here. Have an ally with us, all that.”

Her head turned to Sarah who was with Joel. “And I see you’ve been doing some catching up. This her, then?”

Ultron's diagnostics scan had revealed that... well, he hadn't been hacked. No one had control over his systems. It was more like he was being blocked out. Some kind of signal jammer, perhaps?

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The puppet swallowed nervously as the bat was pointed at him, his business bravado since eroded. But it looked like it was a happy ending, not that kind of happy ending, but the kind where a kid reunites with his lost dog. Or grown man and bat...
Perhaps his heart shaped object would grow three sizes this day from his good deed.
Nah.
However hearing the word thief thrown at him paired with an item being thrown his way caused him to turn towards the voice indignantly ready to protest. Unfortunately it meant he missed his prize which bonked him on the head and nestled in his hair. With such short arms and such a big head he started to struggle to get the coin off his head.
When Ralsei explained the situation his spirit sunk... This was definitely not heaven. And he glared up at the ghost girl and Genie who so rudely approached, it wasn't the most intimidating image considering he had a coin on his head...
"WELL YOU'VE GOT THIS [[little]] PRINCELING! NOW IF YOU EXCUSE ME I HAVE SOME [Business] TO ATTEND TO!" He finally managed to get the Bullion off and was sauntering over to it's benefactor.

The puppet put his hands on his hips and and looked up at Hershel and pulled his glasses down revealing his beady little businessman eyes. "HEY! WHAT'S THE [Deal] WIS3GUY? I'M AN HONEST [Number 1 rated Salesman(C)1997] NOT SOME [Cheap! Cheap! Cheap!] CHARITY CASE!" He held the gold bar up handing it back "KEEP YOUR [Quick Cash] I DON'T NEED IT! I DON'T DESERVE IT! A SAL3SMAN IS ONLY AS GOOD AS HIS [Sales] AND IF THOSE START TO TAKE A [Dive] THEN YOU'RE JUST [Dirt Cheap] YOU'LL END UP HALF DEAD, DESTITUTE, LIVING IN TRASH! BUT THAT'S OKAY BECAUSE YOU'LL SHOW THEM YOU'RE GONNA BE A [Big Shot]!" After his wound up rant the puppet finally seemed done, he continued to hold the bar up as his sides heaved as if he'd ran out of breath. Whatever triggered his outburst seemed to have passed.

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"AW, SHIT!"

It seemed like Negan just couldn't catch a break, could he?

Even after he'd fucked off and gone his merry way. Even after he decided to stand in his own corner without a damn sound while these morons went and played with each other's balls and compared dick sizes, he was being fucked with. For what had happened this time... well, it wasn't as bad as Lucille being taken by some walking puppet advertisement - but it was pretty damn close.

Ultron's shot to the wall? The one that had just been used to demonstrate how hopeless their situation was? Yeah, see. That hadn't just dissolved or anything. No, no. It had literally reflected off the damn thing entirely, and redirected itself all the way to the other end of their little prison. And what else did it strike but Negan's fucking shoulder? The shot had - luckily - not been enough to even reach his skin. But he felt the heat nonetheless. And, on top of that, the damage had been done.

The shoulder of his leather jacket? That leather jacket he'd kept in pristine condition since the fucking world ended? It now had a hole in it. Right there. A small hole, clear as day, surrounded by the singed marks that signified a burn.

Yeah... this crossed a line.

"Excuse me!"

The words had been shouted from Negan's end of the cage, and directed at the robot himself. Negan was far beyond questioning the weird shit here, let alone being intimidated by them. He was tired, and he was old...

And most importantly, he was pissed.

"Now..." Negan acted calm as he approached, lackadaisically swinging dear old Lucille to-and-fro with his careful steps. "I don't know what kind of fucked up, comic book world you come from..." the man stopped once he was close enough to Ultron. Not in beating distance - but close. He turned and pointed to the singed mark on his shoulder, clicking his tongue. "But this?" Negan shook his head. "This is just downright unacceptable."

Negan leaned back, then, and whistled. Not that tuned, slow whistle from before - more of an impressed sounding whistle. Only it came off ten times more mocking thanks to his expression and body language.

"You may think you look cool, swingin' around y'er fancy lasers and firin' 'em at people. But the bottom line is..." Negan clicked his tongue again, and held out Lucille. She was pointed at every other person in the cage - one by one. "There's a looooottta competition 'fer biggest dick in this here cage..."

Negan stepped forward again, now finally in striking distance of the metal man. He may have stood a whole head taller than him, but Negan looked into his beady red eyes all the same. And all he did was smirk, snicker, and then open his mouth,

"And so far?" Negan looked Ultron up and down, as if sizing him up. A few moments of this past, until he finally met his gaze with Ultron's once more. "Well, so far? Even that white-haired pretty boy's got you beat."

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All Might

Toshinori Yagi

”I… I’m sorry, infection? What infection are you referring to?” was his immediate response, a look of utter confusion on his face. The way she spoke about it, it seemed it was something bad enough to have ground at least a major city down to a hellhole. Sure, Japan may have been turned into a complete dystopian nightmare following All for One’s massive villain jailbreak, but even with all that, one of his contacts in America would have surely mentioned something like that to him, be it Melissa, Star and Stripe, or even Commander Agpar himself. Just what was going on here?

He was stopped from further inquiry when Tess’ apparent companions approached; the father and daughter that had drawn All Might over in the first place. It then occurred to him just how disheveled the three appeared, particularly Tess and the other man. Their clothes were old, threadbare, torn and stained, and their bodies seemed lean but relatively strong. At first, when he’d assumed this was a civilian shelter in ruined Japan, he’d just chalked it up to them running from the destruction of the freed villains, perhaps even as one of the many stubborn vigilante resistors, but no. They were survivors for sure, but just what was it they’d survived?

He decided now was not the time to launch into a game of twenty questions, especially when they would likely not reveal the answers to their current predicament. Instead, he gave the man and the girl a friendly smile and small wave of greeting when he was directly addressed.

”Call me All Might. It’s nice to meet you, though I suppose the circumstances aren’t the greatest.”

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Cloud had been knocked off his feet by the single wing of the angel, easily tossed to the ground. For a moment he almost felt sorry for Falcon, though he should have known. What sort of fucked up version of Sephiroth did this asshole meet? And where can Cloud find this obviously nicer one? Can they swap? Go ahead and take Sephiroth for all he cares, Cloud wouldn't mind dealing with one that gave Falcon the impression he has.

Though to the mercs relief Falcon had been given a gracious warning, he could feel the weight lifted off his chest. Not that it was gone for long, before he knew it the spotlight was back on him, having to stare up at the horrid man. That stare, no one could ever forget such a piercing glare. Sephiroth had less than ideal scaring tactics, but fear wasn't supposed to be comfortable. Cloud couldn't help the shiver down his spine after the other had brought himself close enough for a whisper, his presence had never gotten easier and probably never will. He didn't know how much more he could handle, Sephiroth flaunted his control like it was nothing. Perhaps knowing he has no choice was what angered him most, he couldn't back down even if he wanted to. Chosen by the most sadistic fuckhead out there, disappointing....

Cloud had sat up after he was knocked down, using his arms to hold him up. He wasn't tired or hurt, the merc just didn't want to get up to see his friend from another timeline be slaughtered. And now with that added exit all he wanted to do was sit and- smell the flowers? Who brought roses in here? Sure it was a nice smell, but that was odd. Where's Where's smell of ash and burning wood? Not even a taunt? Just.. the smell of roses. With a heavy sigh and a shake of his head Cloud pushed himself up, looking at Falcon with a glare and crossing his arms.

"You're real lucky that's all he did. Take this from me, Sephiroth doesn't do kindness in any sort of sense. That was him being nice, so please.. Just don't. I'm not strong enough to fend him off if he goes after you, if you die by his hands it's not my fault you hear? Best you stay away from him, I went up to him thinking the wrong things. Until this Luther guy can show us that he can contain Sephiroth,
don't you believe for a second that he's stuck here. If he wanted out he would have gotten out by now."

With a groan the merc had turned away slightly, looking over at Sephiroth before looking away again. He wasn't confident in their captor and his ability to keep a leash on Sephiroth. Anyone else, sure there might not be as much as a hassle- but this was practically a God. He could only hope that playing his cards right would keep him alive- and if not his old "friend" might want him to be around until they got back.

"Just don't go and do anything stupid, okay? I can't bail you out of everything."

With an annoyed snort, Cloud had wandered off for a little time to think- and maybe someone infinitely better to hang around. Maybe someone he could just silently stand near and they'd get it. The highest form of approval is just standing near them, that is if you hate being touched too affectionately like Cloud does. He's just an over hyped cat with a sword, he has his people and then there's everyone else. Everyone here is part of the latter category.