ARMOR TIME! 3! 2! 1! FOURZE!

Shantae's feathers didn't do much of anything aside from knocking Firefly of his balance again, however this battle wouldn't last much longer as Firefly's face was burnt off by Superman's lasers and a familiar voice was heard. A large jet landed near the group with Lex Luthor stepping outside and ordered everyone to get inside, the ghost and genie duo didn't want to stay around and pursue anyone else so they had no other choice but to follow Lex's orders. And speaking of the two, Shantae was still thinking about how protective Lilith was back in that alleyway so she asked about this.

"Oh...well, that's hard to explain." Lilith said trying to come up with some sort of explanation. "I guess I'm just worried that you might get hurt and it could be my fault. You really seem to care about me and losing you would be devastating." Shantae listened to her explanation and once she was done she added in. "Wow, I never really knew how much you valued our friendship until now. Just try not to worry too much for me, I went up against a lot worse and came out fine!" Lilith didn't really know how to respond at first, she was still scared of her getting hurt but her reassurance did help at least a little bit. "Thanks." She said briefly before giving a bit of a smile.

Now that the jet has taken of everyone was left to discuss with each other, as per Shantae she decided to meet up with Spamton again as her and Lilith only met up with for a few seconds. "Hey I believe we met once before right?"

@Thatguyinastore @ClownTown

Jeffrey Woods

As Jeff stayed in the shadows for most of the fight, totally not crying from pain, he saw Superman's appearance as an opportunity to end this little mission quickly and get back home. He was sneaking closer and closer while the boy scout took his time frying through Firefly's head. He pulled out his knife once he was near, and when he was about to stab. He flew into the air, knocking away the killer as he stumbles.

He managed to catch his footing, but he might as well have fell because of that failed attempt in a kill.

Welp, there's their only chance of winning this thing. Though, that doesn't matter! Persistence is the name of the game if you're a slasher like him! The take away from his experiences is that you never, ever give up! Look where he is now because of that mindset. Jeffrey Woods is a Legend in his dimension, and he was just a small kid nobody liked once! This would be inspiring if his thing wasn't killing people.

Once he plopped himself down a chair, he leaned his body on the person next to him for rest, not having any sense of personal space.

She frowned. Call her crazy, but something about this seemed pretty sus. Shielding herself from mortal eyes with her magic, she decided she'd fly along with the place. Perhaps it was just her, but she felt that surviving an explosion and a fall when the superpowered dude eventually blew the helicopter to kingdom come would not peg her as a normal human. It would be far easier to keep her identity like this, and so her form rippled as she shapeshifted into a raven, discarding her usual human form in favour of one better suited for following the airship. The ripple of invisibility fell off as her new form hopped up, watching the others and preparing to fly after them once the aircraft started to take flight. An ordinary bird might not be able to keep up with an airship, but she was no ordinary bird

As she flew, she drew in her power to conceal her aura. It would be obvious that the bird was one of the summoned, but the point of this was to prevent anyone who could sense aura recognising hers when she inevitably appeared to them in human form.

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Location:
Metropolis - Refugee Camp --> Lex Luthor Ship
Mention:
@Thatguyinastore

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Mood - Chilling (in deep thought)
Status - Fine
Interactions/Mentions - @Thatguyinastore, @ClownTown, literally everyone else

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The battle yet continued, and much to Red's dismay, fortune frowned upon her. Her second strike had failed, the rocks she launched at Firefly zooming right past him as he dodged. Preparing to guard, this effort would be immediately useless as Firefly would be disrupted before he even had the chance to bathe her in fire with that flamethrower of his, much to her relief. Before she could utter another word or make another move, everyone else's combined attacks back-to-back quickly worn him down and he was soon seen on the ground, hardly even alive at this point - beaten to the brink of consciousness. And before Negan could put the final nail in the coffin...

He showed up.

Superman showed up.

Cue the immediate panic from Red, before Superman swiftly eliminated Firefly, using laser eyes to reduce him to nothing, no life and no face left after the lasers that burnt it, before he just as quickly vanished. "Well, that's... terrifying..." Red meekly muttered to herself, laughing nervously and wiping sweat off her forehead, raising her hood over her head as she suddenly heard Lex's voice. Work's done here... pursue Superman?

From what she knows, largely in thanks to Ultron and the late Mister Combustible, It didn't seem like Superman did anything 'wrong' here - a superhero doing his duty to a criminal, but... He practically 'killed' Firefly! That man won't 'see' another day, there's no face on him to grant him sight and whatever life he had left was now snuffed out... but why not throw him behind bars? Is that not what people do to criminals? Though she wordlessly complied and was shortly seen in a seat of her own, with her feet against the seat before her and whatever lucky(?) individual sitting in that same seat would feel a little bump or two because of this.

To put it simply, she had a 'lot' of thoughts on her mind while she appeared to be relaxing.

"They weren't working together." Lex explained over the intercom, his voice flat as ever.

Negan, meanwhile, furrowed his brows in response to Eric. He looked down at the "L" he was offering, before smiling politely. He held up a hand, then, and shook his head. It seemed as though he was declining the offer.

@Attesa

"Wow. We really beat him like a dead horse. He's dead, is he? Good as!" The gunmetal blue Restorer of Humanity let out a short-lived laugh, clapping with his nose high in the air with the corners of his mouth upturned. It was so smokey, that his X-shaped glasses began clouding up. "Good job, team! We really buttered his biscuits! ..Ooor however that saying goes. Bravo!" He clapped once more, offering moral support for those that gave it their all. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all. Maybe he wasn't here to only cause mischief. "Now let's -"

The ground tremored and so did Happy Chaos, almost losing his footing, vaulting to his feet. He debated doing away with his futuristic revolver before the unexpected crash, but now the stakes were too high, and there was no telling what was to step out from that Herculean plume of smoke. Like everyone else, he paused to process the events, being struck by a huge piece of rubble. It merely shattered into fragments within contact with Happy Chaos, and it felt like a mere poke, tiredly looking ahead as if nothing had happened. And then, a tumultuous roll of adrenaline rushed through him at a staggering velocity. The suspense! Oh, the suspense! He could sense a formidable opponent just ahead, and he wanted to discover it as soon as possible. He doesn't even attempt to erect a shield or anything to save the others from the peril that was the flying debris - they could save their own hides. Besides, it's not like he owed these people anything. He played so unfairly. He'd definitely be on the naughty list this year. Aww. Well, he was on it every year. Didn't feel like there was a difference. "Woah! What was that!? Oooooh! New guy, new guy! What's your name, big guy!?" He called out to Superman in ignorant bliss, then scratched the top of his head, confused. "..Wait, why is he-"



Happy Chaos stood there like an idiot scapegoat while most people retreated behind the makeshift shields of the refugee camp, as happy-go-lucky and pretentious as ever. He watched Superman kill the man and fly off. "...Hahaha. Wow. Well, if he's not dead then he definitely is now. You know how you think you killed a bug by stepping on it but then it's not actually dead?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question. Producing Crescent Moon from his holster, he shot the man one last time in the head just to make sure he was dead. Definitely was, now. "..Yeah. Cuz I got the feeling that he wasn't. Anyways, he's dead now." He sighed, promptly ending his misery, blowing the smoke from the barrel. It was such a commonplace thing Chaos had to do, the act of death didn't even faze him anymore. As the smoke cleared, his head swiveled to find the booming source - and there you have it, another mysterious man.

"...Uuuh, do I gotta go?" The jet was almost done lifting off. "Where's this jet taking us, anyway? Why should I be going? What's.. going on?" Hopefully this would elicit a fruitful response. Why were they here? Where were they? What was even happening?

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Kurumi Amano

@MorgueofCrowz @QizPizza @SomeMekBoy @TheElenaFisher @Thatguyinastore @KageBaka @Crow @FactionGuerilla @ClownTown @Yamperzzz @BoltBeam @XeroUltra @RirisStride1

Nahobino doesn't have much to say. After witnessing the murder of yet another man, quite gruesomely at that, at least this one didn't hurt as much as the last. He winces and looks away, and that's that. Firefly, the pyromaniac, tried to kill him and everyone else, so perhaps he deserved that dark, grave fate. Karma, as they say. Firefly wasn't innocent. He has no idea what is going on, but the Proto-Fiend looks up to see a jet descend from the skies. Black Frost looks confused, too, but they both step back as Lex Luthor makes a grand arrival and introduces himself. Knowing that he could fly, he stayed behind. "..Blue guy's right. What is even happening?" Nahobino asks.

Thankfully, Hershel’s aid did not go to waste as the sudden intrusion of another into Otto’s brain managed to jostle him out of his heroic stupor, leading him to catch the spear and spin around it to slow his descent. After a moment to orient himself to the ground, he dropped. He didn’t provide any input as the rest of the incident occurred, only nodding to Hershel once the deed was done and boarding the airplane. When he did, Spider Man would only be seen looking at his hands.

Because they weren’t his hands. Or maybe they were, but that heroism? That self sacrifice? That headlong charge into danger in spite of knowing he might not make it out alive? That was Spider Man to a tee, but it wasn’t Otto Octavius, also known as Doctor Octopus. So why did he do it?

The most rational explanation was muscle memory from Parker’s half of his current memories and knowledge. But that would conflict with his own tendencies to override such controls and move away from the danger. There wasn’t even a practical purpose! Someone else could have done it, so why did he risk life and limb to do it? Which left a singular option: his body wasn’t his for that moment. Something had, momentarily, wrested control of his body. But since no one else would have the means or the desire to affect him, one option remained.

Parker wasn’t dead. And that terrified him.

What also spooked Otto was that risking his life felt good. Not in the sense of catharsis but in the sense of moral fulfillment. That he threw himself on the sword for others would make him feel at ease put him at odds with his previous behavior, but he also supposed that it wasn’t the worst development. He had to BECOME Spider Man, and Spider Man would do such things. But so suddenly, and so vigorously? A frightening prospect.

@Thatguyinastore @RirisStride1

"We're pursuing Superman, as I already said," Lex once again explained over the jet's intercom - tiredly, in fact. "And if you don't come, then you'll be stuck out of a way home."

@MorgueofCrowz

The fight against firefly had been going exceedingly well, maybe a little too well. Just as they were about to win it happened, their big bad came back and finished off the villain in a gruesome manner. Cloud couldn't help but flinch and cover his eyes with an arm, trying to avoid the sight of the now faceless firefly. A terrible sight that reminded him of the mental fall of a certain someone he knew. As soon as he came, Superman had taken off without a fight. The merc was starting to have wonders and doubts as he looked up into the sky above, squinting and seeing nothing helpful. Cloud wanted to know Supermans motive, curious about what would drive him to turn against man.

Lex's airplane was the better place to ponder this, no choice in the matter. Boarding was easy and Cloud opted to sit alone at some window seat, knowing full well Sephiroth would be forced to fly anyways. It saves seats and it protects him from sitting anywhere near the man, so it's the best rule in his eyes. The merc had to keep his sword settled between his legs, hands restlessly grasping at it as if anyone could or would steal it. That, or he was just unusually on edge about all of this. He was there for the job and that's it, he rather keep his head staring out the plane than inside. He knew no one in there and rather not get to know any of them, it was a one time job and then he got to go home- right? There could be a whole host of distractions that keep them there, maybe getting stuck wasn't a bad idea for him specifically. If he can't get back home maybe Sephiroth can't either- or he can and Cloud is fucked because he can't. It was a headache to think about he simply didn't, giving a gruff sigh and crossing his arms while allowing the Buster Sword to lean on him. At least the travel was nice, no rough car or shoddy aircraft or helicopter. It was comfortable and he could actually sit down, not that he had any room for pacing. Even if Cloud could pace around he would just be told to calm down and stop fidgeting, leaving sitting idly the better option. The merc could practically space out while he sat there, off in his own head the instant he had settled down. He looked especially pissy when like that, eyebrows drawn down into a bigger frown than usual.

"Something just doesn't sit right with me about this."
Cloud shifted in his seat with a heavy sigh, groaning as he looked out his window. Hopefully the sight will be better up there and they won't be shot down mid-flight. Every time he appeared he hadn't attacked them, and the only person he's killed- well, he had it coming. The image of the man getting his face ripped through by pure concentrated light wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, nor the memory of the stink of it. It's just another sight one will eventually witness when doing a job like he does, it gets easier the less he thinks about it. Whether something was off or not didn't matter, Cloud had a job to do and a home to get back to, probably friends who are worried as well. And it wasn't like Sephiroth and him will come to any mutual agreement to make the time go by faster for both of them, so they can get back to tearing out each other's throats and some kind of fucked up "destiny" bullshit.

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Bombs were taken care of, the villain was going down easily and victory was moments away- then Superdick came in and melted right through Firefly's skull. A once fired up man was now nothing more than a faceless husk waiting to rot and blow away in the wind. Lucifer had seen terrors much worse, but this was still sobering. If the hero inside Superprick ever woke up again it'll be horrified at what had taken place. Blood like that was enough to stain even the purest of souls, guilt was the heaviest thing and it made the dead sink as low as it can bring them. Surely this wasn't going to end well in life or death, though that's why they were there wasn't it? There was no remorse as the flying fuckhead left in seconds, leaving them there with no one but themselves- and now that massive jet. Lucifer wouldn't need to board it at all, his wings being more than fast enough to keep up. Maybe he could show off to the others a little, have a little fun with all these strangers. Luci could also do something much better, sit on the wing of the plane to show off. He was strong enough to do so and it takes the effort out of flying.

Climbing up onto one of the massive metal wings, Lucifer got himself comfortable and decided to sit there instead of actually flying along. Why would he? Being an angel he could fly at the speed of light practically! He didnt need to catch up to a silly jet, it had to catch up to him! Plus it gave everyone a great view of him and he got to be a dick about it. Though the Devil had his own thoughts to tend to, eyes not particularly focused on anything. Superman was an honourable foe, but that was not the act of a hero. Lucifer would had done that to someone to punish them, a deliberate act of pure violence meant to hurt them. If he was lucky he would get to use his mojo on Superfiend over there, any knowledge of his inner desires and wants could shed a light on what's going on- but there he his, wanting to help the situation without violence. It's been a while since he had to truly fix it with fists and feathers, it gave Luci a small hope he might be able to snap some sense into their villain. Though he doubts it heavily, it wouldn't happen and he'd probably get a good ol fist to the face. If he really wanted to test hid theory he knew as least someone here who could use their marbles back but definitely won't take them back. They are far too busy to stop to get his head sliced open by a gothic maniac with a Sword that physically shouldn't be that long. Definitely a flex, but thats not his circus so he's not going to go check it out. Not his circus, not his monkey. No testing anything out on anyone, just a simple joy ride to his destination before an assumed show down.


(For those stuck flying as well)

@thatguyinastore

"Who the hell is Superman and why should I care? I kinda just, got here, y'know. So I'm kinda left in the dark." He admits to Luthor. "Also, uh, thanks I guess for the ride. It has some rats and roaches hiding in the walls but other than that the place is great!" He heartily laughed again with vigor. "Stuck here!? Aww, well I guess I should come then.." he pouted, but that was quite short-lived too.

"So anyways, where's the food? Don't tell me you have us cooped up in here with no treats!" he pouted, with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes beneath those X-shaped glasses. Atleast most of the fogginess had cleared from them.

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Kurumi Amano

@ratKing

Nahobino got his questions answered, and with an unfocused gaze and an even more unfocused mind, his mind eventually absentmindedly drifted off into another world and his eyes led him to discover a blonde, spiky-haired young man. Aogami warned him internally about this one being quite formidable, but that didn't stop the Devil Summoner from exploring new horizons. This one seemed.. quite interesting. Tucking curls of blue hair behind his ears, he removed his fingers from his telecommunicator, which signified he was speaking to someone. Aogami, specifically, his other half and practically his father if he really had to be honest. The two of them were a fusion - two beings put together to create the Nahobino, a forbidden being and a God. The name given to the form that had quelled countless demonic forces in the name of Bethel, a peacemaker at heart. The mere existence of Nahobino was proof in Da'at that God really was completely dead.

With an aloof expression, they approached Cloud, trying to look friendly and approachable. "Uh - hi. You.. have been here for a while, correct?" He pries with a welcoming tone of voice and expression. His voice is so singsongy, and it's quite androgynous too. Was he a guy? A girl? The world may never know, and it was certainly too hard to tell. Of course they have blue hair and pronouns!

"Welcome to the Madhouse"

More than enough time had passed since getting on the plane for you all to rest up. Whatever fatigue or injuries you'd sustained in the previous fights were given at least enough time to be patched - if not entirely healed. Casual chatter and silence had permeated the aircraft as it continued its thus far fruitless search for Superman. But despite every effort made by Lex and those searching in the surrounding skies of the jet, no such progress had been made. No leads, no sightings, no anything. It was like he just vanished out of thin air.

"Alright," a slightly defeated sounding Lex could be heard sighing over the aircraft's intercom. "It's getting rather late. I'm taking you all back to Lexcorp. Those of you who can fly and are outside the jet, follow behi-"

Before Lex could finish giving out his orders, loud static began to fill the aircraft's intercoms. It was static was loud and high-pitched, piercing the ears of both everyone on board and everyone surrounding the plane. It had been enough to wake Negan up from his nap with a jolt.

"The hell...?" the older man asked groggily as he rubbed the side of his ear with his flat palm. Joel just covered his ears and winced, not saying anything. But regardless of how everyone reacted, the static soon came to an end (well, it was still there, but it was drowned out) thanks to a rather upbeat sounding track that began to play through the aircraft's speakers.



"Sorry for the sudden intrusion, Lex-y!" A new voice with the same upbeat tone as the music could be heard accompanying the rather obtuse track. Lex gave no response - in fact, it was almost as if whatever this intrusion was had locked him out entirely. The new voice was much less crisp-sounding than Lex, if the aforementioned static wasn't a dead giveaway. It was like wherever he was intruding from had piss poor signal... and he was talking on a literal toaster. How this kind of equipment managed to hack what was apparently multi-billion dollar tech was anyone's best guess.

A bright light soon filled the surrounding windows. It was hard to make out at first, but it soon became very apparent as it grew closer.

"But these scurvy little intruders will soon be leaving the airwaves!"

It was a fucking missile.

Any attempts to take control of the jet were useless as the missile struck the side. All the while, that voice began to let loose increasingly manic laughter. No breaks were given in it other than when he absolutely had to breathe. All the while, the missile struck the outside of the jet. Little could be done to stop it from the outside (though luckily it narrowly missed the lot of you brave souls who were out there). This was because of the fact that a strange green gas seemed to be spraying outward from the missile. No matter who you were... it got into your lungs somehow. Within seconds, everyone on the outside was out, and began to drop from the sky like flies.



"Well... shit."

BOOM!

And just like that, the missile struck the jet's wing, and it was immediately sent spiraling down to the ground. The doors still wouldn't open and the windows were reinforced, meaning that you all were pretty much trapped in this spiraling death box until it finally crashed moments later.

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When you all finally awoke, you found that for the most part... you all were miraculously unharmed. Sure, a few of you may have had some sort of cuts or bruises, but no serious injuries had happened despite the sudden drop from thousands of feet into the air. Call it an act of God or luck... but it was soon became obvious that this was the plan all along as you got a look at the area around you.



"JOKER'S FUNLAND", the sign above you all screamed in neon green. Negan stood up and got one good look at the sign, before ultimately just rolling his eyes and turning away. Old bumper cars and their rusty tracks stood beneath your feet, as you were surrounded by even older looking statues of toy soldiers and nutcrackers. The whole place just screamed "uncanny", especially given the fact that the room you were in seemed to have once been a part of some old Steel Mill...?

Joel was the next to stand up, wiping away some dirt from near his mouth as he did so. "Is... is everyone alright?" he asked to you all, brows furrowed as he glanced around at the group. All of you had been accounted for, luckily enough... except Happy Chaos and Nahobino. They were just nowhere to be found. But to make up for their presence, some new people seemed to be here in their place. More than a few, too.

Better introduce yourselves, then. Or at least check up on your allies.

Main Thread Cast List
@midle1998 as Captain Falcon (F-Zero)
@Lazaro1505 as Dismas the Highwayman (Darkest Dungeon) and Natal (DnD OC)
@Thatguyinastore as Negan Smith (The Walking Dead) and Joel Miller (The Last of Us)
@StaidFoal as Corvo Attano (Dishonored)
@Jeff Jones as Kaname Date (AI: The Somnium Files) and Trevor Belmont (Castlevania)
@Critic Ham as Doomguy (DOOM)
@Kagebaka as Sougo Tokiwa (Kamen Rider Zi-O) and Penny Polendina (RWBY)
@Chung as Duke Nukem (Duke Nukem) and Jeff the Killer (Jeff the Killer)
@TheElenaFisher as Ciri (The Witcher 3) and Tess (The Last of Us)
@ratKing as Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer) and Cloud Strife (Final Fantasy VII)
@BoltBeam as Red Riding Hood (Mary Skelter Nightmares)
@TheRealMonaMona as Sephiroth (Final Fantasy VII) and Rindo Kanade (NEO: The World Ends With You)
@darkred as Thomas Sinclair (Killzone: Shadowfall) and Jak and Daxter (Jak and Daxter)
@Spooky Birb as Dris Mocitch (DND OC)
@Yamperzzz as Voss Boris Eierkuchen (Tembo OC) and Sanford (Madness Combat)
@duskkyy as Pit (Kid Icarus: Uprising) and Sonic the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog)
@QizPizza as Maisha Arbintz (Star Wars OC)
@Smoking Peanut as Baldwin, the Leper (Darkest Dungeon) and Poppy (League of Legends)
@Edyfum0 as Ben Birdland/Bigband (Skullgirls)
@ProfSpacecakes as Toshinori "All Might" Yagi (My Hero Academia)
@GaaraoftheSand as Gaara (Naruto Shippuden)
@SomeMekBoy as Superior Spider-Man (Marvel Comics)
@Attesa as Eric (Pokemon Mystery Dungeon OC) and Grey (Havoc Fox)
@RirisStride1 as Hershel Avad (OC)
@Starmaker as Rena Berit (OC)
@ClownTown as Spamton G. Spamton (Deltarune) and Ultron (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
@Mav as Schezo Wegey (Puyo Puyo)
@FactionGuerilla as Cole Macgrath (inFAMOUS)
@Second2Last as Lilith Audrey (OC) and Shantae (Shantae)
@davefromdiscord as Yoshikage Kira (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)
@Paper94 as Spike Spiegal (Cowboy Bebop)
@Pixxieblush as Bayonetta (Bayonetta)
@XeroUltra as Bardock (Dragon Ball)
@Crow as Ben Tennyson (Ben 10) and A.M.A.Z.O. (DC Comics)
@Yinnifer as Luigi (Super Mario Bros.)
@SkiptheKip as Fenrir and Hel (Pokemon Mystery Dungeon OC)
@Flamenami as Perniciosa (OC)
@Rebebebe as Meta Knight (Kirby)
@Lmpkio as Samus Aran (Metroid)
@Rebebebe as Meta Knight (Kirby)
@marc122 as Roman Torchwick (RWBY)
@mattman2050 as The Riddler (Batman: The Enemy Within)
@udonoodles as Gyro Zeppeli (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) and Peter Parker (The Amazing Spider-Man)
@phi as Marisa Kirisame (Touhou: Lost World)
@megar as Reimu Hakurei (Touhou: Lost World)

Mood - Panicked
Status - Slightly injured
Interactions/Mentions - @thatguyinastore ,literally everyone else

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From her formerly resting position, she was disturbed the moment Lex was cut off. The very second the static began to roar, she automatically knew something 'else' was coming through, leaping to her feet despite the possible lack of space around her. Red stood and listened as this more maniacal voice replaced Lex's own, and the sheer contrast was unbelievable. Whoever was talking to them now had some sort of means to interrupt the communications and use it for themselves... OK, but question one - why? She would not get her answer very quickly, as a bright light surrounded the whole jet, as well as engulfing the people flying outside it. Upon impact, the missile detonated, tearing off the jet's wing and began sending the whole thing - people included - straight down to Earth. Try as she might to escape, Red's scissors nor her spells she attempted to use would not amount to any good. With a troubled smile, she closed her eyes and sighed. "...The end." She quietly spoke before the impact, unconscious along with everybody else then after it.

When she awoke, Red shook herself to her feet and was met with slight pain - no major injuries in sight, but the damage from what could have been lethal was kicking strong and it was gonna be kicking for a while at this rate. That neon green sign she saw after getting up from under the rubble of the jet and a bunch of other stuff under her around her, was sending mixed messages... Joker's Funland... So is that voice they heard related to this? Before she could think much further, she kneeled down before she heard other people awakening and speaking too, responding to Joel through that same troubled smile of hers. 'This really isn't going well, is it?' She thought to herself as she processed the scene.

"Well, somehow alive... not feeling very good, but alive..." She told him, shaking herself again - and as dirt flung off her clothes and the rest of her person, she glanced to everyone else who was still down at the time. With a pause, Red once again focused for a brief moment as a light blue (almost teal) glow suddenly emitted from her - a glow that may seem familiar - and it once more swam through the group, its influence 'infecting' the downed like a plague. They would feel weakness washing away, their injuries from the crash dying, and newfound strength to stand. However, those who already standing (like Red herself) would receive no such feeling. Just trying to get the others to stand, so maybe she's not the only one around - besides Joel - seeing this new land.

And don't even get her started on where the new people came from.