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Voss and Sanford's CS








Several, several hours later, and everyone was still in the jet long after nightfall set. Even as Lex and the fliers outside the jet searched extensively for Superman, they had come empty-handed, and there was not much the cabin crew could do except sleep and bandage up. Voss was doing exactly that as he preoccupied himself with wrapping up his torso and a portion of his right arm. After giving his prosthetic additional support with the bandages, Voss tore the last piece of the cloth with his teeth before carelessly tossing it to the side. Sanford frowned as he spotted the roll unroll itself across the cabin. He huffed.

"You know, you could've just given that to me, man. Someone else could've used it." The mercenary attempted to wipe some of the oiled black off his face, only to smear it. Voss didn't bother to look Sanford in the eye as he resumed adjusting his prosthetic.

"It's been hours, son! If some'un needed it, t'ey would've used it already."

"Then why have you only just been using it? I see you." He shot a judgy look toward the old man. Voss rolled his eyes before leaning his face toward Sanford. He only glanced at the grunt before returning his attention to his leg.

"... Uh, ask me later. I'm a lil busy-"

Voss was interrupted yet again as Lex Luthor spoke over the intercom, announcing that they were going to return back to base. Voss sighed and let himself relax, only to scrunch up like a piece of paper when static blared through the systems. Sanford covered his ears... wherever they would be, with his hands. Voss, however, grew angry in the face again as he covered his head with his arms for a moment before stomping onto his feet to yell over the noise.

"LEX!! SHUT OFF YOUR FREAKING MIC-"

Just then, a new voice overtook Lex Luthor's and began to cheerily speak to the others inside the jet. The static was quickly replaced with circus music, of which made Voss tilt his head in confusion alone. His face was no longer red with rage, but it was soon going to become pale with fear as they would all soon discover what was going to happen to them.

The pair of misfits both squinted as a bright light beamed from outside. They both took a peek, although Voss was really the only one to provide some kind of comment besides a worried scream between the two.

"'Scurvy...?' T'as me line... WAIT WHAT IS T'A-"

BOOOOOOOM!!





It wasn't immediately clear how long everyone was on the ground. To much of everybody's surprise, everyone was relatively unharmed by the crash. The mangled site of the crash was a fair distance from both Sanford and Voss, though. Sanford was the first to rise, just as Joel began to check up on the survivors. Sanford groaned as he shakily sat himself up.

"... Ergh... Present...!" He rose his hand again and, just as before, retreated it back toward his body as soon as he did while yelping in pain.

After some more time, Sanford rose to his feet, and he began to stagger across his new environment. It appeared to be an amusement park of sorts... Although an abandoned one. It was dubbed Joker's Funland, but the last thing the mercenary felt was fun as he nervously explored a bit. In the meantime, Voss had awakened, and he rolled onto his belly and pushed himself up in full view of the sign.

... and his face softened.

"... Feck..."

He too stood up after some time, although hesitantly so. Whatever this place reminded him of, it was enough to make the previously confrontational sea captain tuck a tail in-between his legs as he shuffled aimlessly across this old steel mill turned amusement park. He purposely avoided others and instead chose to move toward the steel mill section of the place. Despite this, Voss would eventually begin to search for something to get his mind off whatever he was thinking. This made him trudge toward the bumper cars, or at least close to them, and he began to investigate to see if he can actually get down there to operate them... For old time's sake!

As for Sanford, he eventually got to a point where he left to investigate the remains of the jet. He was alone or, at least, he thought he was until an unfamiliar voice emerged from seemingly nowhere. The mercenary twirled on the spot to meet Gyro with his hook out, ready to defend himself in such a mysterious place. However, Sanford soon began to question if the man was really a threat, after all. He listened carefully as Gyro calmly explained his Steel Ball like he was waiting his whole life to. Even if it was unprompted, the spiel lulled Sanford enough that he lowered his hook by the time Gyro began to gaze at the mercenary.

Gyro began to spin his Steel Ball to an almost inhuman, but beautiful degree, so Sanford ultimately approached the man to make some sense of it. He scratched his head before holstering his meathook back to where it belonged.

"... So, uh... Shouldn't you be afraid of that thing ripping your ear off? It just seems... unsafe. And bats don't really spin to echolocate, as far as I know... How is this related?" He pointed at The Ball, referring to how closely Gyro leans to listen to the sound vibrations. Even as crazy as Gyro sounded, Sanford continued to humor the man. Why is he so hypnotized by that Ball spinning, anyway?

"... You hear anything interesting there, big man?"
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Marisa Kirisame ~ CODE:ENCHANTER




"Hey, no complaints from me. Never a reason not to have someone with a good eye and a precise shot, y'know? Sure you and Soldier would get along well enough there. Just, it's kinda not my thing, y'know? Leavin' the precision to the pros, and I'll stick to what's kept me at Number 2 since I was a kid."

Whoever this guy was - (She hadn't exactly caught his name), he seemed to well and truly know the kind of lifestyle that Enchanter and Shaman had lived. 'Course, there was more then certainly a share of differences between their worlds, but the fact that there was a tle ast this to go off of was a good start. Someone they could properly confide in and chat with, even if he was still just a stranger for the most part. As the Hunter spoke, Marisa perked up at the mention of a friendly competition.

"A point-Scorin' game, eh? Hmhmhm, alright then, You're on! But don't come cryin' to me when I smoke you, alright?"

With Marisa's agreeement, the competition was semi-officialised between the Hunter and the Enchanter. Kirisame offered her free hand up to the man nearly double her height as to shake on this little agreement of theirs. That was, until she heard someone new enter the conversation. An older looking guy, dressed in a black jacket who's first instinct was, apparently, to start talking shit to her and Reimu.

"Nah, I'm hearin' some old fart who's got no idea who he's talkin' to." Marisa turned to face the newcomer, Negan. Well, it was more like she was looking up at him, but that seemed to be a trend with her - always the shortest one in the conversation. She was used to it enough to not really care, anyways. "No idea what the hell you're tryna do, make us run off? Trust me, you ain't exactly threatening, nor are 'ya exactly convincin' us that everythin's all under control already. Hell, look at what happened to your ride in."

Tit for tat, the 19 year old Enchanter was not taking Negan seriously either. Despite the height difference between the two, Marisa Kirisame didn't back down an inch. Instead, all she did was smirk back. Marisa strolled on past Negan and casually kicked a piece of the plane. The piece of scrap metal was kicked off the ground and landed a meter or so away from where it'd been before she turned back to him, example complete.

"Dunno if you're aware, but its kinda in pieces, and I don't think you're gonna be flyin' outta here otherwise. Anyways, if you wanna prove that we're so 'in over our heads', should join in on this little game he's suggested, hm?"

Marisa pointed her thumb at the Chosen Hunter at the mention of 'his' as to denote whos' game it had been before reciting the rules of their little 'game' to Negan.

"One point for cannon fodder, three for bigger cannon fodder, and 10 for whoever shot you guys down slash whoever's behind this mess. If you wanna prove us wrong, then that's your ticket. Whaddya say?"

Marisa sat Hakkero down infront of Negan and Lucille, leaning up against the side of the black and gold cannon with her hands behind her head before meeting Negan's eyes - it was obvious that he hadn't dissuaded her in the slightest. If anything, his attempt at pushing her off had only served to invigorate

"Or are 'ya afraid of losin' to two 'little girls'?"

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Jeffrey Woods



Jeff was fast asleep, but the high pitched noise left him twitching until he was woken up. He looked pissed, but at least his wounds are fine now. Just what he needed! He can kick ass and stab skulls again now that he’s no longer suffering several broken ribs. God, did that blonde-haired douchebag really have to do that?

“W-What is it now? Jesus, that’s worse than my screams.” He said, commenting on the pain in the ass static.

He was a lot less frantic looking. Well, as less as his face probably can anyway. He isn’t fully awake yet, just give him a couple more minutes or an adrenaline shot and he’ll be back to his normal self.

. . . Or shock him with an incoming missile. That works.

“Oh. . . come. ON! My wounds JUST HEALED!” He whimpered.

He didn’t do anything about the missile but groan and whine as he sank into his own hoodie.

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Once he woke up, he was just done. This day is the WORST, and if you somehow make Jeff admit that. Then it really is an adventure worth remembering.

"Is... is everyone alright?"

“No! I’m practically royalty, I don’t deserve this!” He said, jumping up and dusting himself off.

Jeff examined the area, realizing that this place is a circus. Oh! Is this a killer clown situation? Now, that's something he's familiar with. Those abandoned circuses with monster clowns are great to fight with! Finally, Jeff is in his element.

"A circus?" Jeff laughed a little. "This is my specialty. I killed a few dime of dozen killer clowns. They're the weakest of the weak! I got this, alright?"

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Maisha got a solid connection on Firefly as he opened literal fire on the Pyro. His missiles, plasma fire, and blaster fire all pounding away at the man's armor bit by bit. Honestly, Maisha was surprised at how durable Firefly's gear was, being able to take this much punishment from all these attacks. It was a shame they were turning the guy's armor in scrap, because Maisha would've loved to take some for himself.

Things were going as planned until Firefly kicked his failing jetpack into overdrive to shake Maisha off. The Mandalorian held on for a bit longer, but he knew that the panicking pyro would try to do everything he could to get rid of Maisha, the man with the meat hook, and the pirate all grabbing onto him. Will all this weight against the struggling whine of the jetpack, Maisha knew it was time to cut his cord. As Firefly jersey towards the building, Maisha released the fibercord and engaged his jetboots to slow his descent towards the ground. Above him, he heard several explosions, followed by a body plummeting past Maisha and slamming into the ground. If the Mando's HUD readout didn't register Firefly's vitals, he would've been certain that no one could survive a fall like that.

From his vantage point, he saw Negan make the moves for a finishing strike. However, before the ruffian could end the man, a man in blue spandex and a red cape appeared out of nowhere and picked Firefly up like a sheet of paper. This was...Superman? Not as intimidating as Maisha thought he w- Before the Mandalorian finished that thought, Superman shot out two blaster bolts FROM HIS EYES and vaporized the pyromaniac on death's door. Once the jetpacked man was dead, the Superman gave a bone-chilling glance at the mercenaries hired by Luthor and disappeared as fast as he appeared.

Maisha touched down and stood amidst the rubble frozen at what he just saw. Just when he was getting used to all the powers people brought to the table, he saw Superman on a whole other level in terms of speed and power. The stupor was broken only when a loudspeaker with his employer's voice accompanied a shuttle. Pursuing Superman was the goal. “I can hardly believe you, vod. You want us to chase that demagolka without my ship? You better be paying in beskar and khyber crystals."

The Mandalorian boarded the ship with the others as the search began. After the first hour, Maisha kicked up his boots and took a nap. If Superman wanted to be found or was possible to find, they would've spotted him by then. At this point, they were just wasting fuel and time, and since Maisha wasn't flying, he didn't see any reason to stay awake. Reclining in his seat, the Mandalorian was able to get some decent sleep, briefly dreaming about being back at the helm of his own ship.



He was stirred from his sleep several hours later by the pretentious voice of Luthor coming over the intercom about returning back. A yawn escaped the pilot's mouth as he stirred from his sleep, regrettably sore thanks to inactivity right after strenuous combat. As the linger stupor of sleep retreated from Maisha, static filled the air and a strange, maniacal voice rang out. The Mandalorian tapped his helmet's commlink controls wondering if he accidentally lost the frequency, but as he did so, an explosion rocked the plane.

That woke Maisha up real good. The warrior shed off the sleep that gripped him and scrambled to the cockpit, ignoring the gaping hole filled only with fire and a green gas. His attempts at wresting the plane out of a death spiral weren't fruitful and before long, all he could do was brace himself for the impact.



When Maisha woke up from being knocked unconscious from the crash, his body ached even more than before. Nothing was broken or bleeding as far as he could tell, but everything was sore beyond belief. The Mandalorian staggered to his feet as he took in the...park around him.

Though crude and unfamiliar, Maisha deduced that this would be what some would call an "amusement park", something that far richer and privileged children had the pleasure of attending as youths. The ones he'd heard mentioned before seemed far more glorious than this run down dump made from scraps of rusty metal and faded plastiod. The sign labeled "Joker's Funland" might have once been charming and attractive, but now, it was just unsettling.

Gripping his blaster pistol at his side, the Mandalorian began to scan the debris for survivors, picking several relatively familiar faces like Joel, Negan, the Chosen, and the man in the spider suit. It was a relief that someone survived, though Maisha did wonder how he managed to walk away with virtually no injuries, even with his beskar'gam. The crash and the missile had completely destroyed the plane and those flying outside seemed to have plummeted thousands of feet without so much a broken bone. Was it their powers or a more premeditated crash landing? Blast if he knew, all he could focus on was yanking off his helmet to pop a few painkillers.

Once the soreness began to subside, the next step was to figure out where they crashed. The amusement park part was obvious, but any additional information about this place must be collected personally. No maps or aerial imagery without his ship flying overhead, so Maisha had to rely on direct observation.

The Mandalorian scanned the rusted metal tracks that twisted around the area, following them to the small carts that were around the crash site. Maisha wondered if these carts led out of this place and so, he began inspecting the nearest one, passing by a pirate just staring at the carts, "Carts may not go anywhere, but you won't learn anything just by standing there, vod."


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“Haven’t you ever heard the phrase about not looking a gift horse in the mouth?”
This man had curious eyes, Gyro had to admit: Had he merely cast a glance over Cole, he would have noted them as blue and nothing more—but to find the Golden Rectangle, he had to look closer. The perfect ratio he needed indeed lay in between brow and cheek—and behind those irises, an unmistakable weight of experience, and of power. He had seen that look in another’s eyes before: President Valentine, as he stood over him. The weight of the war, and the power of the Holy Corpse—not a reveling in strength, nor a weariness from the past. Just a confident resolution of duty.
He could only hope Cole's duty was more noble than the President’s.

“I don’t believe in coincidences. In my experience, there’s a ‘flow’ that all things follow, trying to put them on the ‘right path’: It wasn’t by chance I saw your flying machine fall. It’s the flow of things, leading me here…And maybe, to my path.”
He tilted his head, cocking his brow.
“Besides, it’s dark out now. Even an experienced explorer wouldn’t risk going out into the night in an unfamiliar land like this.”

At Sanford’s inquiries, Gyro chuckled. “You’re correct. This ‘Steel Ball’ is my weapon. If I was reckless, I could destroy my ear completely, or my shoulder, or cheek—just like how a fool with a gun may give himself a smack if he forgets about the recoil. But I am no fool: I’ve learnt to use the Steel Balls from a young age. I’ve spun it with the technique of a master—so long as I’m careful not to bump into it, it won’t budge or veer off course into me.” Slowly, Gyro rose up from his prone position, raising one knee and putting the other back. He steadied himself with both hands down onto the ground, casting his gaze across the rubble.

“The energy inside the Ball is being dispersed through the ground, echoing out as vibrations: When those vibrations bounce off of something, it comes back as an echo.” His expression hardened, his focus clearly elsewhere—his voice sounded more as if he was repeating what he had heard than explaining it in his own words. “I can tell if something is there, how big it is, how far away it is…Then, it’s just a matter of identifying it from that information.”
He raised a hand towards Cole, beckoning him back over. His gaze refocused, shooting a steely stare back at Sanford.

“There’s someone under that rubble,” he spoke low, pointing towards it but shielding his finger from the crowd with his cape. “It’s a person, definitely. They’re smaller than me: Either a woman, or a really scrawny kid. We’ve gotta get them out of there…But if we make a big fuss about it, everyone will just rush in and make a mess of it all, trying to be the hero—and they’ll probably spook Valkyrie, too. But if you get into position…I’ll use my Steel Balls to clear you a path, and you should be able to free them.”
The Ball at Gyro’s foot stopped spinning. What was that he had before, about coincidences?

Reaching down for it, Gyro took the Steel Ball into his hand. He stood up straight, tipping back his hat. He had a clear shot from here.
He looked to the side, again looking at—not in—Cole’s eye. The Golden Rectangle: A perfectly pleasing ratio, easily found in the human eye. The perfect angle at which to use the Spin.



He inhaled, relaxing and releasing tension where it wasn’t needed. He held himself there, waiting for Cole and Sanford to get into position by the rubble.

“Be ready. I’m letting it loose…”
One quick glance between his newfound allies. Then he reared back, twisted his arm low, and flicked his wrist forward.
“Now! See for yourselves the power of the Spin!
In an instant, the Steel Ball rocketed forward like a great big bullet from Gyro’s hand. It whistled through the air, a mere green blur even to those with heightened perceptions—and just as quickly as it had taken flight, it collided with the surface of the rubble with a great crash. Yet, despite the tremendous speed at which it travelled, the debris did not crack. They did not even shift in place—instead, the Steel Ball kept spinning. It spun faster than the human eye could comprehend, scraping all along the stone surface and sending bits and flecks flying back. Dust began to rise and cloud around as the Ball spun, obscuring it from view—save for a faint golden glow shining through.
Finally, it stopped. Tiny particles of rubble were scattered all about, shattered free by the Steel Ball—which shot back through the dust and boomeranged right back into Gyro’s hand, fitting perfectly into his palm. The rubble covering the woman had been ground up into fine little grains—easily sifted through by Cole and Sanford to pull free whomever was within.

Gyro cast a glance towards the crowd, watching for reactions. Then, back to his allies.
“Eheh, nyo-ho~”



He seemed to be enjoying himself.
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Reimu Hakurei ~ CODE:SHAMAN


"Hey, tall guy, you seem like you know enough here, so here's a quick question for you." Reimu casually raises a hand in an exaggerated half-shrug, entirely unmoved by... Well, she's not really sure what she's looking at here. Normally, people only look so terrible after being beaten, but she figures that can't always apply. Ah, well. She should get to the point. "Do the rest of you guys really take this old man seriously, or is it just putting up with him? I get the feeling he's trying to be intimidating. Seems more like it's only serving to fire Enchanter up."

She's not even really bothering to address the man directly at all; whether that's intentionally so in some effort to bother him or simply because humouring him didn't cross her mind remains unclear.

"Personally, I'd prefer we not have to deal with much trouble when we get in there... but if it happens, it happens. So I guess I can play along with this little points game too." Given the choice, Reimu would always take the easier -- or some might call it the lazier -- way out. These days, though, she's at least not going to waste any time if she does have to act. "Just don't expect me to make it easy."

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Nagito Komaeda

Komaeda glanced as the girl as a small eep came from her mouth. It sure wasn't the most usual approach to pet someone with their severed arm, but Nagito didn't seem to see any problem with it. Oh, so the arm belonged to her! Nagito wouldn't lose time, as the white haired boy devolved the arm to the ginger haired girl. "Ah... there is no need for thanks. To know that I have helped is enough reward for someone like me."

"Hmm... that certainly explains why are so many people around here." Nagito mused outloud, rubbing his chin with his own robotic arm as if processing what this girl had just told him. Was he in a plane? Hopefully not, since last time the lucky student was in one... things didn't went well. Seeming to have finished collecting his thoughts, Nagito turned back to the girl again, before leaning foward to ask her a question. "Would you believe me if I told you I woke here without any clue of how and why?"

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"Under normal circumstances, I would not. However...!" Penny said as she attempted to reattach her severed arm onto her empty left hand. With a wince, one could see her arm twitch, though it felt rather numb and lifeless. The wires also felt a tad loose, almost as if they would snap off if she moved around all willy nilly. Without proper repairs from her Father or anyone that's good with machines, really. "Considering that most of us in that plane were taken from our homes, some of which are more bizarre than the average world, I am inclined to believe you." She nodded, as if gleaning a lot of things from that question alone. "I'm Penny Polendina. Thank you again, for finding my missing arm. My father would be furious if I returned home empty handed." She introduced herself with a nod, grateful despite the man's earlier protest. Managing to sneak in a joke, she waited a bit before asking. "...I'm sorry, was that joke in poor taste?"
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Fenrir the Lycanroc



Condition : Could be worse!
Location : ???
Status : Ghrg...I knew I shouldn't have tagged along...



They've been flying for quite a long time now. Normally in Steel you'd reach Ebony Cove all the way from Frosthelm at this point, judging by how fast the clouds are moving... There's not much to do in this flying metal box, except chat with the occasional person who sat next to him. The pilot's not even here to physically guide the thing! He might as well rest his body, if he doesn't already have the energy to take on a few more challenges. And for those who asked (or didn't), yes, he has already reunited with Hel during the timespan of the flight... Fenrir was just about ready to call it a day, taking a quick nap in the plane until they head back to this Lexcorp place... Must be the base camp for off-world visitors like him...

Unfortunately, his break was cut short by loud static. The Lycanroc jolted back up to find the source of the noise... Those loud circles inside the metal box are the cause of it... Before long, the loud noise was replaced with some... Uncannily cheerful music and an equally uncanny cheerful man. At least there's no more of that bossy guy from earlier, but this rock wolf can sense that they're as shady as him, if not worse. The bright light illuminating the previously inky black night sky wasn't a good sign either. It seems to be rapidly approaching closer and closer to the metal box they're in!... As the object of unknown origin crashes head-on into the metal box the latter has lost all remaining semblance of stability as it barrels straight to the ground... And as the box slams itself into the ground, everything went black for the Lycanroc...


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Miraculously, Fenrir wakes up a few hours later. Slightly battered and bruised, but it could be worse. His first instinct is getting out of the plane and taking a look around him... "Aaagh. Can't take a break in this damn place... Hel?! Hel! Where are you?!!!..." First priorities would be to regroup with everyone else who he knows... Judging by the emptier aircraft cabin he was in, there's plenty of survivors, and some have even already made their way outside... He proceeds to follow their tracks. Maybe there's more to this hellhole than what meets the eye





Hel the Alolan Ninetales



Condition : Could be worse!
Location : Joker's... Funland???
Status : We should get out of here...


Thank Arceus Fenrir was alright in all that mess. It's a good thing she found him in relatively fine shape... Right. From now on, she'll try her best to stick together in this weird world... Hel nonchalantly looked off to her side, gazing at the clouds before... That dreaded announcement. She'd freeze their mouth shut, but since they simply communicated indirectly via those speakers, she couldn't do it. And as if things couldn't get any worse, right on cue a large thud shook the entire aircraft, sending it pummeling to the ground and crashing

"Aaagh. Can't take a break in this damn place... Hel?! Hel! Where are you?!!!..."

Hel woke up, slumped in between her seat and the one in front of her. Groggily opening her eyes, she looked around to find... Fenrir calling out for her name. She's slightly injured from the impact, but relatively still intact. Exiting the wreck she was in, she was surprised to see Fenrir, also relatively fine... The two nuzzled together for a brief moment, before getting back to business... It seems everyone else also survived the crash, miraculously enough. "Oh, thank Arceus you're alright... I thought I'd lose you again... Fair point... Where even are we right now?..." Hel looked around for signs, and luckily for her, she found one

"Joker's... Funland... Well, this doesn't look like a very pleasant place to be..." For starters it looks dilapidated, not helped by the numerous painted statues dotted around the place. Whoever did the decor for this place certainly hasn't gotten any awards, and they'd be foolish to think a rocket to the face is a good welcoming act... Whatever. Let's try to find a way out of this wretched place. But first... Looks like the two of them would have to find a group first, or make one of their own. Judging by that big fight earlier, splitting off would be a deathwish...


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