Marisa Kirisame ~ CODE:ENCHANTER

This whole situation was... pretty new, to be honest.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm up, I'm up."

The newly awakened girl was a few inches shorter then her apparent companion, with wavey blonde hair tied into a messy bun, and a black cap over top. In terms of attitude, it was easy to tell at a glance the two were about as close to 'opposite' as you could reasonably get. The girl rubbed her eyes as she got up off of the ground, and looked over to the sign that denoted their location.

"...Yeah, no kiddin'. Sure as hell doesn't look like anythin' familiar, an' neither does everyone else here."

Marisa looked over to Reimu, and then over to everyone else, trying to make out any familiar faces.

"Guessin' its' just us for now... Doesn't look like we're gonna be seein' the others here." The blonde said as she'd turned on her heel over to the crowd of semi-conscious bodies, hoisting the massive artillery off of the ground as though it were a tenth of the weight its monstrous appearance would suggest. No weapon had any right being that massive - let alone one being wielded by what seemed to be by all intents and purposes, a teenage girl.

"Call me Enchanter! Me n' Shaman here," Marisa pointed her thumb at Reimu casually as to denote her. "we're gonna help you guys outta this mess; not to brag or anythin', but we're pretty good at handlin' this kinda stuff."

...As good as you could get while under siege from the Lunar Capital, mind you. But to Marisa, it was just details. Details that'd get them nowhere and only serve to slow them down. They needed action, and with Enchanter and Shaman both on the scene, they'd sure as hell be getting it.

Reimu Hakurei ~ CODE:SHAMAN

"Are we...?" Reimu murmurs under her breath as she straightens back up.

Well, it's not worth overthinking, and she's not about to start an argument in front of... well, a bunch of people who would probably be grateful for the help. And if they're stuck here for now... She bites her tongue -- at least only metaphorically -- to stop herself from making any particularly snippy comments on the situation at hand.

"...She does mean to brag, though that's hardly the point..."

That much, however, she couldn't resist.

Nagito Komaeda



"That sure was a nice rest." A voice would say, waking up from his slumber almost as if he had been sleeping at his home. Abit too casual for someone in this strange situation, but he just seemed to be like that. Using his cybernetic arm as support, Nagito returned to his feet, before glancing around this strange looking place.

"Hmm... interesting looking decorations they have here." The ultimate lucky student commented out loud, as if talking for himself which... he kind of where. Just one of his many list of quirks. Regardless, the point still stood, this was a bizarre looking place. 'Joker's Funland'... Komaeda has his doubts about it.

No other boy from the male would come whatsoever, as he decided to disregard the others who still were waking up from now and stand by himself separated from the group. People were complicated and if he wanted to know what's going on, he probably should wait until everyone was up.

--Sougo Tokiwa || Penny Polendina--
Interaction: @Thatguyinastore @WhoTao

Sougo was still in his Fourze Armor trailing behind the Jet when all this happened. The jet was struck by a missile seemingly out of nowhere, which caused the jet to spiral out of control. Before Sougo could even try and move out of it, however, he was hit by the jet wing that was blasted off, causing the Rider to detransform as everyone fell to the deaths.

However, in a stroke of luck, it seems everyone mostly survive. Albeit a tad wounded. Cuts and bruises, though strangely enough, no broken limbs. Yet.

"Ugh...Y-yeah, barely..." Sougo nodded, groggily standing up, rubbing his head. Combined with the strain of detransforming mid-air, it seems that Sougo's having a hard time standing up, wobbling as he checks his surroundings. They seem to be in some sort of amusement park. Well, not exactly an amusement park, but rather, an old factory sloppily renovated as one? The bumper cars are one sign. However, there's no sign of any debris from the plane crash..."Oh god, did I drink the tea again?"

Penny's systems booted up moments after the others had woken up. Running diagnostics, everything seems to be in order. Except for the fact that her left forearm is missing.

"Oh dear." The brown haired robot girl gulped, proceeding to hide the clearly robot-like detached arm stump behind her back, looking around for her missing arm.

Meanwhile, somewhere near the hooded white haired boy, the young teen would find what seems to be a severed arm on his feet. Well, not exactly a flesh arm, but rather, a robotic arm--made to be eerily human. One could even see wires poking out of where the elbow would be. Who could this belong to?

Marisa Kirisame ~ CODE:ENCHANTER

"Oi, I think just a bit of braggin' is in order! I mean, you and I know damn well it's true either way, so really, there's no harm done, eh?"

Marisa casually stated in response to her companion in red, the girl then lifting the cannon over her shoulder, holding it casually with one arm as though it were, again, much much lighter then its appearance would suggest. As the hunter spoke, Marisa listened in keenly, nudging Reimu as to do the same. As much as they could play it by ear, they weren't exactly what they'd been before. Any info they could get would be helpful right now - especially in such unfamiliar territory.

"Lex? Super-powered? Clowns? An' here I thought this'd be a bit tamer. Still, I'd say 'are you sure it was a clown', but looks like we're already right in the middle of the damn circus, so I ain't exactly gonna question it right now."

Enchanter piped in in response to The Chosen Hunter, before responding into his own inquiry as to their rather sudden appearance.

"Bein' honest here, your guess is 'bout as good as ours. No clue how the hell we ended up here, considerin' where we were before we woke up was pretty far from any kinda scenery like this. But y'know, now that we're here, may as well make the most of it, eh?"

As the Hunter commented on the Hakkero Cannon, Marisa flourished her long, black coat and pointed at herself before giving a small, clearly rehearsed line.

"It ain't warfare if it ain't flashy! In the Enchanter School of thought, it's all about the firepower!"

The proud enchanter shifted her weight, wearing a cocky grin that'd otherwise have her punched in the jaw if it wasn't exceeding obvious she was more then willing to back up her claims. Despite all appearances, Enchanter - and by extension, Shaman, didn't look the least bit inexperienced despite their comparative youth. The way that Enchanter carried herself was confident, but not to a foolish extreme. Someone who'd seen and dealt with shit like this before.

"Yeah Yeah, 'course you can! Buuut, you oughta let me an' Shaman handle this. After all, don't want you slowin' us down, y'know? Ah, but you're all probably fine enough to bring along, may as well show you all the ropes, yeah?"

The magician bantered back to the strange-looking individual teasing The Chosen Hunter as though she'd known him beforehand - despite the fact it was obvious she hadn't. Seems more like her sheer force of personality kinda just dragged people around it to be friends with her.

@megar @Lazaro1505 [@thatguyinthestore] (i think)

Nagito Komaeda

As the ultimate lucky student went to do his own biding, he stopped after almost stepping over something on the ground. A severed looking arm close to his feet. Normally in this type of situations, humans would be scared or scream or anything of the sort. After seeing the world so much with his own eyes, Komaeda didn't have that luxury anymore. He collected the body piece, before noticing that despite it being somewhat looking human, it was an actual fully robotic arm. And a rather advanced one at that. Nagito could only ponder the reason to which why he was able to find it. Perhaps it was his luck giving him an upgrade to face whatever was in this rather odd fashion place. Well, that lasted until he noticed the several wires that came from it... almost as if it was snatched from something. Or someone.

With the amount of people still waking up, Komaeda had two major possibilities coming in his head regarding it: either the remains of a victim of this place or something that belonged to one of them. Now, to find someone with a missing arm... it shouldn't be too hard, even in the middle of such a colorful group of character's.

So where to start.... "Hey there, looking for an hand?" Nagito addressed himself to the girl that clearly was looking for something, lightly touching her head with the robotic hand he had found. Knowing his luck finding the true reason he had found this arm wouldn't take too long, so why not see what the problem of this girl was while at it?

@Kagebaka

Reimu Hakurei ~ CODE:SHAMAN

"Whole lot of words for something I made about zero sense of..."

Reimu shakes her head. She's listening, alright -- not that she needed the cue to do so -- but that hardly meant anything to her. Definitely not any of the Lunar Capital's work, at least... But again, if they're stuck, they're stuck. Trying to struggle against that would be wasted effort, and even now she's absolutely not about that. So, she'll take in what she can get. These days, taking things at least a little seriously comes easier. "Circus is a word for it, alright. Can't say I'm expecting a good show, though." This whole thing feels like being dragged into a many-sided conflict that's far from her business.

"As she says, anyway... on all fronts." Reimu takes her handgun from her side and idly twirls it around a finger. Far less flashy both a motion and weapon it might be in comparison to the Hakkero Cannon, the gesture shows both the same confidence and experience in equal measure. "She might be short, but don't let it fool you. On a good day... hm, she can almost beat me, I think that's a good compromise." She gives an easy smile. "Take that as a cue not to underestimate me either. Consider yourself blessed with a front row seat to a real show. How's that for a good deal?"

Her own brand of conversation is far and away more of a snark, but she takes to it with the same familiar ease her companion does; uncaring of the caution a situation like this might normally be due. She has every reason to be confident, after all.

Unbeknownst to everyone, a set of footsteps had followed the group onto the plane.

Sure, they could hear a few footsteps from time to time, but a lot of it was lost between footsteps from those they could see, the plane's engine, and the various conversations taking place. It was only when a missile hit that any other sound than just those footprints were made. Yet, nobody still could see them. They were none the wiser about it, at least so it seemed, even as they were recovering and getting back up, finding themselves at a strange...carnival.

Just when the group thought they were just with each other, a pair of figures began to form from the top to the bottom out of pink, glass-like particles. At first, a head with orange hair and a bowler hat appeared. Then as the rest of his body formed, revealing his white coat and black gloves in the process, another figure formed next to him. That figure had brown, pink, and white hair, patterned like a scoop of Neapolitan ice cream, alongside a white-and-pink high-crop jacket, a brown corset, brown pants, and then heeled boots, as the reappearance revealed.

Both of them stood behind Joel. The man in the bowler hat in particular lightly tapped him on the shoulder with his cane with a devious smirk.




"Miss us?"

Joel was correct; Roman had just woken up a moment ago. After all, everyone had been knocked out in the chaos and only now were they regaining consciousness. However, between his unwavering stance and ever-so-pristine swagger, it may as well been a wild guess. The only give was his slight wobbliness, but even then, he made up for that rather quickly.

Before he could answer him, a man in a Spider-Man suit showed up to confront him. He didn't even have to wait; the man jumped straight to the point to accuse them of possibly intending something upon everyone around here.

To which he said: "Gee, already with the assumptions?" Then he chuckled.

"I almost thought we'd make it to a minute!"

Neopolitan, meanwhile, tilted her head, her smile facing the rest of the group, as she then turned to face Otto. And as Roman had noticed, more people appeared to be giving the same doubtful looks as Otto -- starting with Joel.

_{"Ah, who am I kidding."} Roman shook his head, then turned to face the rest of the crowd -- including Otto. He planted Melodic Cudgel on the ground, then leaned on it.

"The name's Roman -- in case you didn't know. This little helper over here is our friend, Neo."

Neo waved to the crowd. As Roman observed further, he noticed a few familiar faces: Hershel. Schezo. Sephiroth. Grey.

Bardock.

Upon seeing Negan, Roman had been reminded by just how much fun he had as Bardock. The unprecedented amount of power he had access to, the degree of control he has had that otherwise might've been unthinkable outside of an Atlesian Paladin... If he could do it all over again, he would.

He wasn't the focus, though. Soon enough, his focus was on the group in general once again.

"We've met before, huh?" Roman continued, his right eyebrow briefly raising. "If so, nice seeing you again."

He stood back up and scrunched up his face, pushing up his cheeks with his free hand and putting up a stereotypical "sockpuppet" voice as if to mock those questioning him.

"'But Ruh-min! Why are you here?!'" He then put his hand back down, returning to his regular voice. "...Good question! We, just like every one of you, want to come back home. After all, we've been there before, eh?"

Roman raised his free hand.

"Eh?"

Director Thomas "Pincer" Sinclair

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[center] After finding the group after a short talk with a woman in armor named Samus and various others, Sinclair grunted, and sat inside Lux Luthor's jet. Seems he was a little late but at least he grabbed a seat. Lex's speech was cut off as something hit the jet's wing sending everyone falling straight down to Earth.

A little while later, Sinclair woke up with a wicked headache and dusted himself off "What in the hell just happ-"

He would get his answer of where he was as he stared at a small sign that said "Joker's Funland"

He took a while to pull himself up as he walked slowly toward a few others "You guys going to be alright?"

@thatguyinastore others

--Sougo Tokwa||Penny Polendina--
Interaction: @thatguyinastore@WhoTao@marc122

"Eep!" Penny shuddered as she felt a familiar hand brush through her hair, prompting her to turn around to see a white haired teen clad in casual green hood and a white shirt. He looks out of place, although there's something about him that stands out to Penny. Well, aside for her arm he's holding. "Oh! Thank you!" Penny thanked the young man, reaching towards her severed arm to take it from the teen as she stared at the man's somewhat dead eyes. "That's strange. I don't remember seeing you on the plane before we were hit... Are you perhaps from around here?" She asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

Sougo meanwhile, approached the newly awoken dapper looking man and girl. If he had to guess, those two were partners. Listening to the man introducing himself and his partner as Roman and Neo, he declared that like them, they seem to be trying to find a way home.

"Well, I guess if you're trying to get back home, then Luthor-san brought you two here, too." Sougo guessed, extending his hand to both Neo and Roman. "I'm Sougo. Tokiwa Sougo. Wanna work together for the time being?" He introduced himself to the mute girl, though Sougo himself didn't know that.

Condition: Healthy
Status: Contemplating
Inventory: Mysterious Watch
Interactions: Nahobino @MorgueofCrowz, Cloud @ratKing, Gyro @udonoodles
Mentions: Sephiroth @TheRealMonaMona, Red Riding Hood @BoltBeam, Reimu @megar, Marisa @phi, Nagito @WhoTao, Penny @Kagebaka Roman Torchwick and Neopolitan @marc122, Otto @SomeMekBoy, GM @Thatguyinastore

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Thankfully- whether people had listened to Cole or not- everyone had gotten out of the way as the Precision Bolt hit Firefly, followed up with a hailstorm of Megawatt Hammers to his dome. While the dust was still settling, the Demon of Empire City jumped down, using his Static Thrusters near the ground to slow his descent. He would've just ended it all with a Thunder Drop from far above had it not been for the fact that idiot Negan hadn't waltzed over to the flying criminal, but perhaps that was for the best- as a fate far worse followed Firefly.

Superman himself- or at least, it looked like it- had come along to finish the job, and did exactly that. After frying the arsonist criminal, the rogue hero turned to face everyone, prompting Cole to raise an electrified hand despite being absolutely drained yet again. Thankfully (or perhaps not, depending on how one looked at it), Superman flew off without a single word to the group, causing MacGrath to lower his palm and sigh. He'd already started walking off to a nearby light pole when Lex announced that the group needed to go after Superman, only sparing the jet a singular glance before beginning to drain it for a new charge of electricity.

"This was a hell of a welcoming party for you to make for us, Luthor." The Conduit sarcastically remarked aloud, before finishing his recharging process and walking on board. By some miracle, he'd ended up right next to both Nahobino and Cloud on the jet, both of whom had already demonstrated they had electrical abilities of their own that Cole could very well use in a pinch. Either way, they were also beginning to strike it up of sorts, with Cloud muttering that something wasn't right and Nahobino approaching the former. Regardless, Cole nodded at the latter before taking a seat nearby the two, glancing outside the window idly and watching those who were able to fly prep up.

"You're right. When we were grilling a two-bit crook, he mentioned that Superman and Lex Luthor weren't exactly best friends. Luthor's had some 'nefarious schemes' in the past." Whether Luthor could hear Cole shittalking him didn't really matter to him; freedom of speech was something America loved to tote around, after all, and he was just stating the facts. He glanced back to the duo, giving both of them a small nod as if to say they were all right in his books.

"When we get a moment, we need to talk." Obviously, Cole meant Not around Luthor, which he hoped the other two would pick up on- partially about Lex, partially about Cloud's psychotic, long-haired obsessor. Whether they acknowledged this or not wasn't too important, since the next few hours passed by quite rapidly- filled with idle conversation to determine each other's strengths and weaknesses or utter silence, it didn't matter.

What did matter was the interruption at nighttime. Luthor's orders to head back were cut off by a shrill voice, and a euphemism thinly masking the fact there was a missile that had been launched right at the ship. The first people to go were outside the ship, presumably from the puke-green gas following behind the crude rocket. Cole didn't even have the ability to Shockwave the projectile, since the doors were- for some dumb reason- locked tight.

"Oh, you've gotta be shitting me-"

And then the rocket hit dead-on, causing the jet to spin out. The last thing he remembered was the seat right in front of him approaching his face, and fast.

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Voices. The first thing that entered his groggy mind was voices. Everyone's sentences were garbled together, forming a cacophany that felt like it was pounding his head with every syllable not unlike a migraine. The next thing that he could... "feel" was a blue glow. Well, sort of see, sort of feel. He'd only faintly gotten his eyelids open, so he could make out the aura that surrounded him for a moment and gave him the strength to finally shake off the headache and general grogginess. With this lent strength, the Conduit pulled himself up to his feet, and got a good look at the gang's situation.





Whatever the case was, there were three new arrivals- two girls that were already being harassed by two of the gang's whack jobs, and a boy who'd found an arm... which apparently belonged to Penny.

Well, at least that was at the beginning. Three more people showed up- one, a horse rider with a garb that certainly made him stand out. Cole was most interested in this guy than anything else, since he didn't seem like he was there to finish the others off. In fact, the guy blatantly said "they"- probably that nut job who blew the jet up- would now be after him, just by association. At this, MacGrath just raised an eyebrow. He doubted the rocketeers would know this guy personally- all he needed to do was just ride his horse away, and nobody would know any better as long as he didn't get spotted. The large group couldn't do that themselves, due to the sheer numbers they had. So then..?

"Why are you helping us out, if you're putting your neck out just by being here?" Whatever the case, the guy fiddled around with a sphere, prompting it to spin around before mentioning something about echolocation. Didn't take long for Cole to put two and two together and realize he was probably trying to look around for others. At least, so it seemed.

"...Thanks, I guess. If you find anyone lying around, lemme know." That second bit was in part due to the fact that Nahobino was missing. Granted, that blue-haired warrior could summon a dragon and a snowman-demon, so Cole wasn't that worried about their safety, but it was good to keep tabs on his potential allies.

Speaking of which, Cole'd noticed Cloud on the ground. Still not up yet, apparently- at least, so it looked upon first glance. Walking over, the Conduit knelt down before shaking the "SOLDIER" slightly, attempting to wake him up.

"Hey. Stay with us, you hear me?" While still knelt down, he only gave Roman Torchwick and Neopolitan as passing glance, as both were being interrogated by Otto. Instead, his thoughts wandered back to the plane. How it got hit, and nobody could get out.

Did that idiot lock us in so we had to fulfill the mission and not run off? Granted, the party probably wouldn't have ditched, since Luthor supposedly had the only way back to everyone's home worlds, but the fact the asshole had locked everyone in meant he didn't trust the gang of misfits. But why? What else was he hiding, besides the fact he had a grudge against Superman?

Not to mention how easily that rocket hit... You'd think the jet would have some sort of countermeasure for rockets, what with how fancy the technology was. They weren't set up, right?