Invisible Man

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

If it's one thing that any type of Vault Hunter can agree upon is that they sure do love guns. Seriously, I'm pretty sure that any Vault Hunter would react the same way if they saw that, it is basically if you ripped two machine guns off a Runner and called it a weapon, everyone would want that.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Krieg - Mahora

A pair of double tri-barrle gatlings... Absolutely stunning. That type of weaponry was something that any aspiring vault hunter would have acquire for their devastating arsenal. However, Krieg didn't own it. He didn't own that beautiful piece of murder weapon, something that could even churn the most badass enemy into tiny meat chunks, the Psycho needed that weapon. He didn't even flinch when the weapon was pointed at him, he continued to march on with a type of lust entering his mind. Even the Voice was also enticed by destructive power of the weapon, the entity merely imagined the type of punishment he would be able to give to the deserving. The thought of powerful guns, the power to kill people with those guns, that is one of the main attractions to Pandora. Though, even with the Voice drooling over such a nice piece of tech, the entity managed to shake off the excitement of getting his hands on that piece of weaponry. "Krieg... Krieg! Don't you dare try to take that weapon away forcefully... Try to like... Try to trade, maybe she will give it to us." The Voice couldn't help but fall in love.

"I want that shiny soul stabber!" Krieg responded, pointing at the weapon which had sadly transformed into a rather unimpressive display of sheer firepower. Soon enough, two weapons digistructed into Krieg's hands. On the left was his shotgun, the one that could shoot tiny exploding rockets instead of tiny shotgun pellets. On the other was his SMG, a burst-fire weapon that could coat any type of creature inside of a sickly coat of Slag. He thrust the two weapons in her face, his hands holding onto the sides instead of his fingers placed on the trigger. "Look at these pungent kill sticks!" Krieg continued to hold them near Chris's face, obviously wanting to negotite some type of trade between the two weapons, though it was unlikely that she would give up such a high level weapon.

"Oh my god, we actually agreed on something." The Voice excitingly said, "Guns. Vault Hunter's best friends."

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

@Raineh Daze Wait, did Yukine just accidentally fire some bullets towards Krieg's direction? Or was she just about to fire at him?

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Magni - Frenzy Plant Camp

The Warglaives sliced against flesh once they managed to slide across the Hanged Man's back. The blades piercing into the body as he tore away something inside of that nasty mess of a living being. It also felt pretty nice to finally be able to see another enemy! The embarrassing defeat that he had suffered from his two opponents struck his ego quite heavily, but the sounds of pained screaming was helping him rebuild his pride. Though, it seemed that the unbridled rage of the Hanged Man was soon going to be directed to the attacker, Magni watched as the body seemed to turn towards his direction with a nasty weapon in his hand. The Antimage, with his trusty quick reactions, managed to protect himself from the damaging blow. He crossed both of his arms together, creating almost an X-shape as both of the blades were on their flat sides making an almost make-shift shield. It was in the nick of time, the Hanged Man's longsword connected to his blades causing Magni's firm stance to be tested.

Metal clashed against metal, the longsword slamming straight into Magni's own weapons. It was a terrifying force, the Antimage's feet sliding against the ground from the power of the angry swing. Though, even with the powerful strike, Magni held true to his defense. It was true that his muscles were hurting quite badly at the moment, due to the earlier fight, but he was just having fun beating people up! As the last of the force from the attack ebbed away, Magni looked to the side to find Thor had awoken, and liked kind of pissed. The Antimage soon blinked away, retreating several meters away and giving the space Thor needed to kick some Mystic Beast ass.

It came in quite a beating, one large punch to the back would signify that it was a rather brutal beating. It didn't help as well when Thor continued to start a flurry of electric punches into the Hanged Man continuing the onslaught of pain. Magni grinned under his mask, might as well help with some of his magic. The Warglaives sparked, lightning crackling off the sharp pieces of metal. So, just as Thor disengaged from the stunned Hanged Man, The Antimage aimed and slammed his two weapons together causing a discharge of lightning to escape from his weapons and straight into the already electrified being. Talk about overkill.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Oh well, if Krieg gets attacked due to his appearance and mannerisms, it wouldn't be the first time.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

@Invisible Man Hey, any idea how tall Krieg is? :p

@Raineh Daze

I'd say around six feet tall, maybe around 6'2.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Jorie Ngo - ???

"Hello Darkness, My Old Friend," Jorie hummed out, confined inside of a cramped area that only slivers of light managed to pierce through her hidden hiding place. Soon enough, her front pocket hoodie started to vibrate, it light up as well giving unnecessary light to blind her. She grumbled lightly, twisting her legs towards the side as her thighs were squeezing tight against her chest, and she carefully took out her scroll with her human arm. Taking out the bright electronic, her legs went back to their original position and placed the tablet onto her knees propping it up as she stared at the text message.

>Sender: Glynda Goodwitch
>Receiver: Senior Students
>Body:Good afternoon, students. I am sending you this message for the purpose of an open request: Team CPLT has not appeared in any of its classes today, and aren't in their dorm either. Airship dock surveillance indicates that they've not left that way -be advised, some freshmen are leaping from the airship to the lake below, and may require adult supervision- and team IFRA's patrol in the Emerald Forest hasn't found them either. If you are available, please try and locate CPLT as a favor to the Beacon staff. The possible locations they could be are: Combat Arena, Aura Control Room, Gym, Pool, Roof, Survival Building, Practice Area.

Oh? Embarrassingly enough, Jorie didn't know much about Team CPLT, but it seemed that they were in trouble or something that didn't seem too nice. She started to lightly squirm inside of her hiding place, trying to find a more comfortable position where her claw arm didn't slide against her entire body. Though, two more messages seemed to vibrate against her body, making her shiver just a little.

>Sender: Sterling Johnson
>Receiver: JSSC
>Body: Was headed 2 the firing range, I'll look for CPLT while I'm there. U guys gonna help out?

"Yes." Jorie said to herself, her face flushing as she realized that she tried to talk to a tablet. The Shrimp didn't exactly like the way that Sterling was typing, but it seemed that everyone had their own way typing to express themselves? She shrugged to herself before moving her hand to tablet to type a response before someone else responded before she could even start typing.

>Sender: Sarina Tala Dei
>Receiver: JSSC
>Body: Yes, as Goodwitch assistant, affairs like this are also important to me. I am going to the roof first by staircase.

"Ok." Drat, she just did it again. Jorie bit at her lower lip before looking at the name Goodwitch. She was the lady that was in the screen after the fight... Right? She had a bad time remembering people by name, she could remember faces not names, that is why likes icons on these scrolls so much! They are quite helpful for her at least, though she moved her human hand to type out a message to the two of her allies.

>Sender: Jorie Ngo
>Receiver: JSSC
>Body: Ok, I think I'll be going to the pool. Good luck everyone!

She stared at the message for a good minute, searching for any errors within her basic reply before hesitantly sending the text. She moved her body around once again, shoving her scroll into the front hoodie pocket before using her foot to gently tap onto the end of her hiding place. The metal door creaked open before Jorie slid out of her locker, her claw arm scrapping against the metal before landing onto the tiled floor. The Shrimp gently closed the locker before heading her way to the pool, one of her favorite places inside of the school.

Running from the World

Nariv Arya - Cafeteria

Squelch went sound of his food when it hit his plate. Nariv grimaced at the mush, he remembered when he got normal food from school, it was pretty bad compared to the food that he ate at home, but it was better than this crap! The Messenger removed himself from the line, walking into the bustling cafeteria of scary people. Nariv swallowed his spit, he remembered when life wasn't this scary. He remembered when life was friends, family, and school! However, this life was trying to stay alive and keep people from killing you just for the heck of it! How did his life turn up this way? He was a decent person, didn't do anything too bad, but now he is going to be sold into slavery... Slavery! Like, what the heck!? What did he do in his past life to deserve this type of treatment!? Nariv let out an exasperated sigh, staring at his plate as he moved deeper into the lunch room.

He looked around, tables were designated for several different factions. At the top of his head, Nariv could only remember the top tiers which were the MIR, SOUL, STEM, and the Amazons. Everyone seemed to belong to a faction, even the tiny ones, but Nariv didn't belong to any type of faction. He was faced with the challenge of being Factionless, and it was normal that anybody that didn't have a faction would die within the first week or so, but it didn't work for only a handful of people. The Messenger was one of them, he was one of the only people that could use his power outside of the Arena, and he found himself using this power to relay messages to people to keep himself from being murdered! It was kind of weird to be doing this type of job inside of prison, but it kept him from being hurt, so that was something good that come out of it! So, Nariv continued to go further into the cafeteria, reaching the tables in the back since he still was factionless even though he interacted with them quite often. Though, he liked sitting away from all the scary people, especially the MIR, they spooked him the most.

So, as he made his way over to the factionless tables, he spotted someone rather interesting. Nariv didn't really know much about Gloria, but he knew that she was one of the only people that also managed to survive without a faction, however, she had to deal with the main problems of being factionless that the Messenger didn't have to face at all, and that would be random violent attacks. Nariv looked at the filled tables around the lunch room, there weren't too many tables around for the factionless to really sit without being attacked or heckled by the others. So, Nariv plopped himself down near Gloria.

For a few moments, he prodded at his food for just a bit, glancing towards the strange girl before trying to break the ice with a joke that he had seen on TV. "So what's the deal with airline food?"

Running from the World

MRW the RP starts.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

The Overlord - Roanapur

How pitiful, both of these humans and insects. As the two groups clashed into each other, it was apparent that his slaves were decimated by the initial clash. The ones that survived could only last for so long, he imagined that they would only last for just a few more seconds until they are overpowered by the man-sized bugs. The Overlord imagined that these slaves would have a variety of strange weaponry that he had seen inside of that tavern, but they merely had weapons that could only take on other humans, not the type of monsters they were facing, pathetic. If the Overlord had minions than he would be easily winning this fight, with proper strategy anyone could win with those things! The Reds would stay close to him, burning the entire group alive with their hell fire, the Browns would keep the things in one place, the Greens would make easy work while they are distracted by the Browns, and the Blues would be used when necessary for revival. Though, now he only had two slaves left fighting, both about to be munched upon by these insects. The Overlord lifted his weapon into the air, the Apocalyptor, and smashed it into the cookie road with immense force, cracks reaching the horde of insects in front of him. Good grief.

Finishing off the rest of his slaves, the bugs turned to the nearest source of food, the Overlord. Hissing in unison, they charged at the lone man, some running upon their legs while others flew into the sky to get an aerial advantage. The Overlord merely hefted his mace back onto his shoulder, watching as the horde was gaining ground on him. What a drag, having to fight all of these creatures alone will be rather challenging, but the Overlord can survive. His eyes scanning the placement of both the ground and air units, he raised his hand almost as if was holding an invisible wine glass, and it soon sparked in flames once again. It was time for some mayhem. The ground ahead of him started to burn, the flame inside of his hand growing in intensity, and the edible road soon started to melt. The Overlord waited for just a few moments, waiting for the maximum carnage before his eyes narrowed, and he closed his hand extinguishing the flame. Burn.

The melting ground started to expand upwards, large bubbles forming underneath the horde as they continued to charge with their one-track mind. However, it would seem that the insects would have to focus on something else rather than food for what else is to come. Just as the thought passed through the Overlord's mind, the bubbles popped. A roaring flame of fire burst from the ground! The pillar of hell reaching to the sky, burning the aerial units from above as it continued to reach its way to heaven. With flames so intense, the insects that were lucky enough to find themselves under the blast were almost melted instantly, granting a painless death from the gracious Overlord. The pillar continued to raise into the sky, the Overlord straining to keep the fire up until his body could no longer support such a construct. He unclenched his fist, the pillar of flame dissipating into the crisp air. He almost bent down on one knee from the tiring activity, but he managed to stay up on his feet, the Overlord doesn't bow down to exhaustion until he is dead. So, using his mace as a cane to rest upon, he looked upon the destruction that he had brought upon. The melted streets, the burning buildings, and the goo that was left by the melted carcasses. It had been awhile since the Overlord has had to use such a momentous ability, and has he rested upon his mace, he thought about how he needed to reach Gnarl somehow. Even the most powerful required help, and his help involved an entire army of minions.

So, the Overlord made his was down the street. He slowly made his way over to his throne made up of food, but it seemed it was undisturbed since the bugs were focusing on the human bodies rather than the food. He plopped himself upon the throne, he heard several cracks beneath his weight, but it seemed to hold up. Both of his arms rested upon the sides, his legs spread apart as his head was staring at a wall. He almost sighed, it wasn't the same without slaves around to boss around or plan for his next conquest... This sucked.

He spent a good couple of minutes resting his body, his mind blank as there was nothing really interesting to around the deserted area. A familiar sound echoed through the city, it was... Screams. Yes, yes... Screaming at one of the loudest levels were being blasted through the area. Well, might as well check it out. The Overlord raised from his throne, the city seemed to be in pain from somewhere inside of the city, he wondered if it was from one of those crater people... It had to be, and he wondered how powerful they must be as well. The Overlord started to move with his slightly more energized body, making his way towards the location of screams and rumbling.

Krieg - Mahora

Krieg continued to fire, a mania filling his mind with explosions and bloodshed. He continued to fire without a care, firing rocket after rocket exploding the bugs in the sky. However, it seemed that everyone else had their own special abilities to fight such creatures as well! Some people pulled out impressive weaponry, blasting into the sky with their weapons or slicing into the horde. The Voice was getting confused, all of this chaotic fighting was getting out of hand as everyone contributed to the bloodshed with their very own fighting styles, and keeping track of all of them was just getting confusing! Krieg merely was just laughing off all of this insanity, he was used to this kind of things! Violence was something that he craved for, and he was getting it in full force by all of these bugs! Though, all goods things must come to an end sadly enough, the constant slaughter of insects seemed to trim the numbers quite a bit! It was kind of seen as most of them were dead on the ground, their twitching corpses filling the ground in front of them... Aw man.

Krieg groaned in frustration as the horde seemed to be missing from the sky, only individual insects were soaring through the area, but his shotgun could never reach such a target at this distance! The Psycho smashed his hand into the corpse of the Tacodile, apparently, he was still inside of the creature! Huh. The thing was smelling quite rotten now, these food creatures seemed to decay faster than normal animals, and Krieg being covered in all of this stinky juice was not helping him out. So, he pulled himself out of the soggy lettuce. Landing on the ground below, stretching his unused legs during the battle. Though, his eyes did see something that intrigued him. It seemed to be a girl, and the Voice was impressed as well. "Damn. Look at that, Salvador would kill for a weapon like that! Two double-barrelled Gatling guns." The Voice exclaimed. Krieg's interest was piqued.

"Who made that gun!?" Krieg yelled out as he made his way over to Yukine.