ratKing

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A small moment of recognition, even if he wasn't Kiras devil there was knowledge of him there. That alone seemed to thrill Lucifer, not many knew who he was outside of his own world. How lovely, no need for explanations. This man was amusing, he got along all too well with him. Perhaps they could stick around each other, four eyes was much better than two.

"Keep in mind, this man seems to be like me- couldn't help but notice the feathers. So if he's an angel as well, I doubt it's it's anyone but himself. My siblings are all huge pains in the ass, but their ego is almost bigger than dear old dads! Luckily I'm not related to that man, but if he's anything like me- or stronger- I wouldn't tempt it."

He couldn't help but exhale heavily, staring down the fight with worry. He's horrible with his fellow angels, all his siblings hated him and as much of a smooth talker he is- clearly talking wasn't going to work. As curious as Lucifer is, Sephiroth is the last person he's going to talk to. Angelic status would probably mean nothing.

"Humans have never been the smartest I find... they will stare God in the face and threat him with a broomstick. The balls on them! I can't believe it sometimes, aren't they something? Maybe if we are lucky you can play dumb or useless and go home. I'd offer to help get you home, but I have a feeling my dimensional travel won't work here... it's happened before and I'd be surprised if it was that easy. Don't expect any of this to be a walk in the park, okay? Something fishy is going on and I don't trust any of this.."

@davefromdiscord

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Lucifer glanced over at the stranger and raised an eyebrow before looking back at the crowd with a sigh. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself with a small nod. Yeah, this sure was a show, that one with the bat just can't catch a break. It's a little amusing to see him get his ass kicked, though he does feel terrible about it.

"It's definitely fun! Though I've been keeping an eye on the one with the long sword. Silver haired guy, seems... Interesting to say the least, I'd stay away from him at all costs. He seems a little aggressive, best not to poke at the lion if you get what I mean..."

The angel laughed to himself, crossing his arms with a huff and looking at Kira. Might as well introduce himself. If he's going to be stuck, he rather be stuck with someone he knows. They seemed plenty friendly, so no issue having a little chat.

"I'm Lucifer Morningstar, the devil- or a Devil if you have one back home... the multiverse is such a pain in the ass isn't it? Hopefully things aren't too bad, yeah?"

While not the best at comforting, Lucifer could only try to help even a little. If he knew what was going on he'd tell him, but even he is confused- and a little worried. Whoever Luther was he certainly had some fucked up tech, tech that had to be taken out. As long as he could hold them here he could bring others, who knows what power he can have by stringing powerful people to him. Bringing down not only Lucifer himself, but that other guy over there too.. Though the devil is more concerned about staying alive than anything else.

"From the looks of things, we might be cut down a few before we even meet this guy. Terrible, really..."

@davefromdiscord

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Cloud had no idea WHO he wanted to stand closer to, both options were horrible. On one hand, a sadistic asshole who will threaten him with a bad time, on the other hand there's hugs. Both clearly equally as bad. What would he rather, the same old material from this prick who did nothing but poke fun of him- or this total stranger who has a death wish? There was no better option here, there never was. He hated this, who was this man? Does he not know how their relationship works? Sephiroth kicks him around like some hackie sack, and Cloud just sorta takes it or tries to fruitlesly attack the man. It's how it's always worked, if Sephiroth ever changed that he would be very suspicious. The tones, the visions, all part of some fucked up little game Cloud had no choice in. Thanks to right winged (literal) asshole here the memories from so long ago had been seared into his mind, burned into the very flesh of his being. If it wasn't so traumatic he'd be bored of this song and dance by now.

"Yeah- if we were fighting I'd be dead before you could even blink. So do me a favor, I don't want to help clean up your mangled corpse."

He had to warn the other somehow, clearly he had no idea who they were if he was so eager to touch both. Even if the merc said he didn't want the other to get the floor wiped with him, he sorta wanted to see it. No one just walks up to him and hugs him, not unless they know each other first. Cloud was just going to need to frown and tolerate it, no one he knew was going to be of any help. Even if Sephiroth was quite terrifying, he knew the man better than he knew Falcon and it made all the difference in this uncomfortable situation.

"You must have the wrong guy, because I don't know you and you clearly don't know him."

Cloud pointed a thumb at the other he was standing near, arms crossing soon after. Who did this guy think he was? He had more guts than him to say those sorts of things. Maybe Cloud could learn from this guy, whatever egotistical idiocy has him this ballsy. Cloud could never- then again Cloud doesn't hug in general, affection isn't his thing.

"And you said I had a death wish.."
The merc muttered to himself, glancing up at Seph as he did so. Compared to that guy? Cloud wanted to live a lot longer than he will. A lot longer.

@TheRealMonaMona @midle1998

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the glass cage Lucifer had started to peep in on the squabble. He should try and be friendly, but certainly not to that fucked up bunch over there. Maybe he should avoid the talking animals as well... this group definitely wouldn't be one he would bring with him to any normal social function. Have half of these guys been to any proper gathering? He'd assume not.

Deciding to get a better vantage point to listen in on various conversions, Luci had promptly gotten up and walked into the center of the room. More space to run or fly away from an unwanted interaction, and the best spot to eavesdrop. Perhaps he'd attempt to talk to someone eventually, but for now he rather peep in on others conversations.

Lucifer is open for interactions

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The Mercenary was clearly in over his head already, taking a step back once the other had mentioned any sort of depressive tendencies. Cloud didnt think of it like that- was that how he was coming off? No, surely not, Sephiroth is just some asshole trying to get under his skin... And oh boy was it working. That had unsettled him more than any previous comments, visibly trying to gain some distance. Maybe sticking around this guy was a bad idea- he should leave. Right now.

Before he even got the chance to go anywhere, there was that blade piercing into the back of Clouds neck. The pain was sharp and harsh, forcing him to cover the area out of fear he was bleeding. That was a kind warning for that man, and he could do a lot worse if he wanted to. Cloud knew very well now that Sephiroth had no reason to even care, though the thought of that wasn't nearly as comforting as he would have thought. Instead of Sephiroth being trapped with them, he's trapped with Sephiroth which is infinitely worse in every way possible. Even if running was useless anyways, it would have been some relief for all these emotions bubbling up. Surrounded by strangers and being verbally beat down by the guy whos- trying to get you to kill him..? Cloud had no idea what this guy's goal could actually be, for all he cares Sephiroth could be off his rocker. Though that was ultimately probably not the case, mentally deranged or no, Seph was a threat he didn't want- and couldn't- deal with.

Oh how he wanted to come back with some snappy comment, but now the fact he was being watched by someone else- someone Sephiroth was now threatening- and that was a little too overwhelming for the mercenary. This was a terrible idea anyways, an unconscious death wish. All Cloud could do now was slowly step back from the other with a snarl on his face.

"We should break this little reunion up before anyone else cares to stare for too long."

Really all he wanted as an escape, and not to be permanently lumped in with this freak. The last thing Cloud wants is everyone else assuming shit about him or Sephiroth. It would be nice to keep everyone alive- for now. Being stuck with him was the last stress he needed, yet here they were. Being barrated in public, Cloud definitely isn't impressing anyone anytime soon. This is hell isn't it?

"I doubt either one of us wants to hang out with the other longer than we must. So let's just call it here and stay on opposite sides of the glass container, we don't need more eyes staring us down."

Correction: Cloud didn't need any more eyes on him. This was bad enough, no need to make things worse. Sephiroth probably couldn't give two shits, but if Cloud was lucky he would get to go. Even if it was for a little bit, space meant nothing but it was better than just standing there.

But- that was much too late. Now someone had actually approached them. Who was this guy? Did he know him? Maybe Cloud had hit his head a little hard... was that a hug? Did this man seriously just hug him and call him his boy? That alone made Cloud step back over to Sephiroth, more confident in being near the other even if it was a death wish just being near him.

"Hey, hands to yourself. I'm not anyone's boy- I don't know who you are, but you should know better than to just touch either of us."

Sephiroth would definitely not have his back, or at least that's what Cloud assumed. Didn't matter, he rather have his ass kicked then hugged by some stranger.

@TheRealMonaMona @TheElenaFisher @midle1998

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Is that all Sephiroth had? Cloud was almost disappointed, he could predict the other would say such things. Being that upset the Angel of Death couldn't get new material the merc crossed his arms with a grunt, staring the man up and down. Still that confident, huh? Was that going to get him in shit? Hopefully, Cloud could only hope he got to see the moment where Sephiroth realized there wasn't any easy way out of this.

"I'm not sure what I should comment on first. The fact that you don't have new threats, or the fact you're still confident after being taken down like the rest of us. No fear at all, usually that kills a man but you must be the one exception..."

Stepping back, the merc scoffed under his breath and looked upwards at the glass. Is he really so confident and not trying to break out or take control? How long will this artificial attitude last? It wasn't off brand for him not to even bat an eye at something like this, but it didn't mean it didn't concern Cloud.

"Seeing them bring you to your knees at a comment is going to be fun, for me. If you're really in control, maybe you should show that and break out. Go on, break the glass, or are you going to just stand there and make claims? If you meant to be here, I wouldn't have had to come up to you for you to notice I was even here. Maybe you should count your eggs before they hatch."

Cloud took another step back, wanting a little distance before this man decided to do shit. Not that it would matter, his sword is long enough to hit him from a good distance away. That is, if Sephiroth still had all those mind bending illusions on hand. It was best for both of them to see what limits were put on them, if any at all. For all Cloud knew it could go either way, a fully powered death machine or a crippled man with his biggest upper hand stripped from him. It's not like the merc was going to get away any time soon, so why not do what he can? To him they were both stuck, a thought much worse than a horrible reunion.

"But please, show me that I should be more afraid of you than the fact they have successfully contained you. A reason to find solace in the fact you're still fully powered would be much more comforting than what it will mean for both of us if you aren't."
@TheRealMonaMona

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Cloud Strife

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Cloud was used to horrible headaches out of nowhere, but this was different somehow. It started small and grew so quickly, before the mercenary knew it he was on the ground. Everything was slipping away, going dark and quiet. Surely that wasn't how he was going to die, it was too simple.

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Everything slowly came back to him, voices starting to become clearer and the feeling to his body returning. He's felt worse after an unseen attack like that, clearly it was merely meant to knock him out. Albeit in the worst way possible, Cloud has felt much better ways of being down cold. Whatever was going on didn't seem good, first some lady talking about some "Luther" sounding name, then the aggressive and cocky voice of a man who had quickly been taken down. Clearly this wasn't going to be the first and last time it happens, watching his mouth was going to be a must here.

With his arms out in front of him, Cloud pushed himself off the ground with a pained grunt. He's had worse days, but the merc has definitely seen better ones. Rolling his shoulders only provided a small relief, sighing after and glancing around. No one of interest- until he spotted him. Of course he would be there too, did anyone else even see him? Was he here taunting him or was even the mighty Sephiroth taken down by these people? Perhaps that was a much bigger issue than him simply being here in the same enclosed area. Trapped here or not, Cloud should investigate anyways. After all, any funny business and the proud angel could end up on his knees like the one with the bat.

Sword already equipped, Cloud walked right up to Sephiroth. It was useless to stay a distance away, there was such a small space to break out in a fight around so many people. It wouldn't be wise for either of them, and hopefully this could be some level playing field. For now. Cloud knew very well what was in store the second an opening was up. Just looking at the man made emotions appear behind those eyes, a multitude of things he could probably say.

"You."
Cloud hesitated for a brief moment, hands slightly balling into fists. Any relaxtion afterwards was not any sign of trust, rather him just changing his mind about saying too much in front of all these strangers.
"You aren't here because you want to be, are you?"

Even with his hatred for the man, making a fool of himself if he's the only one able to see him wasn't on the list of impressions to make. Plus the question on if the other really was just as captive as burned at his mind too much, the idea of Sephiroth being just as stuck would be almost comforting if the implications weren't terrifying. As much as the merc would love to find peace in mind in that, he couldn't help but have a sense of unease. Being trapped was one thing, being trapped with someone who's supposed to be able to manipulate your perception and who seemingly hates you? The fact the other is even trapped should be of immense concern.

@TheRealMonaMona

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Lucifer Morningstar

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Lucifer had been previously walking the halls of hell, looking for a specific door before the pain hit. He had to stop as he held the back of his neck, leaning on the wall as it migrated. An immediately odd and suspicious pain, not helped by the fact he had collapsed minutes later. Everything went dark as Luci fell to the cold, hard ground and found all his senses slipping away. Surely not the end for him yet, more like a beginning to something he probably could have gone without experiencing and been just as happy (if not more).

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Pain is all The Devil felt as everything came back to him, an intense soreness to his skull. Pushing himself up off the floor he kept a hold of his head, groaning at his migraine. Even if there was barely any talking it still hurt, it was horrid and he could have done without the painful entrance. Even for him the lights burned at his eyes, the continuous buzzing of the LEDs being more than annoying. It was too bright, too loud, and most importantly way too crowded. Lucifer needed space to get himself together, flinging his wings out to use as a shield from the fake light keeping the room at an unnatural and uncomfortable brightness.

"Goodness me, what happened to classy kidnappings? I may be a busy man these days, but would it really hurt to ask for an audience first? Maybe even a bloody warning?"

Lucifer groaned, slowly getting to his feat and putting his wings back. With his eyes adjusted to the light enough he could finally look at his surroundings, and what a group this was. He's seen weirder, but he can't help but take note of a few. Especially the one standing off to himself, unusually calm. Something about that man didn't feel right, and it wasn't the anime hair. There definitely wasn't any theme to who they picked, was this some sort of multiveral grab bag of garbage? Even with this rigged claw game you were bound to find at least some gold, one of those gold chunks clearly being Lucifer himself. They should be honored they picked up someone like him! Or.. maybe Lucifer should be grateful he isn't as bad as that douche canoe with the bat.

Clearly these guys had some sort of tech, and whatever it was Lucifer wanted no part of it. Being able to taken even him out was an impressive feat, let alone some of the stronger looking guys here. Just from how they emotionlessly brought Negan to his knees made even The Devil concerned for his safety. What else could they do? Whatever they were planning couldn't be good, no good guy just kidnaps people like this. Or- people, a rat, and a goat? Odd tastes but who was he to judge?

"Well.. clearly we aren't all meant to be here, but I suppose even the greatest of deadly tech has its fuck ups. I know I'm not about to push whatever these idiots have in store, here's to hoping the rest of you have the same common sense."

Sitting down against the glass, Lucifer decided to keep to himself for now. He had no need to annoy the other captives any more than he probably already has. Now was a perfect time for him to pull out the flask, it was the best occasion to use it in (at least in his eyes). Surrounded by strangers and about to meet some mysterious man with the power to take you down just like that? Drink your problems away.

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Name: Cloud Strife

Age: 21

Gender: Cis Male

Canon: Final Fantasy 7 Remake

Main or sand: Main

Personality: Cloud is well known for his almost lack of personality. He doesn't express extreme opinions, tends to keep everything to himself, and has a strong work ethic. That work ethic is heavily tied to how he conducts himself, still holding a lot of the basic personality of a Soilder. Through all his training to not show anything, he still manages to hit the basic emotions, such as mild surprise, extreme annoyance, and embarrassment. Cloud very rarely communicates if something is wrong, he much rather say its just fine and move on. Dramatics is not something he likes to deal with, but is able to put up with quite a lot of it either way. Even when under a lot of stress or pain Cloud never seems to drop his tough guy act, though if one hung out with him enough they could see what's under the walls he puts up. Cloud may have a tough time showing any kind of care or affection, but just with every emotion he can manage to get it across in his own way.

Equipment: Cloud always has his trusty sword with him, be it the original or one of the ones he had purchased. They all share one trait (except for the bat. It's just a bat with nails) and that's a big ass blade. The fact he can even hold and use the sword comes from his training as a SOILDER. He can use the blade as a shield that can block a variety of things including bullets. Aside from his Sword, he has collected a considerable number of Materia in different kinds. Materia let's him do spells or moves that help him in battle.

Attributes: Cloud has an incredible strength and durability boost from his training as a SOILDER, a standard practice being to pump them full of Mako for the ability increase. While it does work, it comes at a terrible price. Despite this toll it will inevitably take on Cloud, he still uses his strength for those who can't. Working alone Cloud does fine, with a team it's even better. The Mercs strength is probably his biggest asset aside from the iconic resting bitch face.

Bio: Experiencing extreme loss at a young age, Cloud has wanted to be a SOILDER since he was a child. Though entirely because of Shinra's propaganda, he eventually moved on to live out his false dream. Now an Ex-SOILDER, he does mercenary work while helping Avalanche.

Other:He always says he works for Gil, but it's probably only because he needs it for his line of work. It takes a lot of potions and phenix tufts if you don't have the right materia. And you can't just run around cutting up boxes and hope for enough to last how many creatures are crawling around outside the slums.

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Name: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock

Age: Depends, taken from before HTTYD3 so probably in his 20's

Gender: Cis Male

Canon: How To Train Your Dragon

Main or sand: Sandbox

Starting location: Gotham city, probably getting mugged.

Personality: Hiccup has always been an awkward guy, he has never grown out of his awkwardness. Though he has grown into a great leader who has been able to keep his chaotic friends in line (for the most part). Even if he is the head of the group, Hiccup wouldn't be anywhere without his friends. He relies on them tons and isn't too afraid to say that. Hiccup has needed to develop a sort of independency for himself, especially after losing his one leg, but even through that he does his best work with friends. Although he shows plenty of fear, he is no coward. Hiccup is able to face foes even when afraid, probably being one of the bravest of the bunch (though he's a lot braver around his friends). Over the years he has gained a heavy interest in a sort of old-timey engineering, often making Toothless new and better tails along with making himself new legs. Leave it up to him to whip something up out of nothing.

Equipment: Hiccup carries only a few things on his person, those being his flaming sword, a refill bottle of the oil it uses, and occasionally a spare leg. The blade of the sword isn't the best craftsmanship, but add the ability to catch on fire and it becomes a much more deadly weapon. His stuff is medieval at best, but Hiccups knowledge on how to use them makes him an honourable foe.

Attributes: Hiccup isn't really strong on his own, and his missing leg doesn't help that much either. All Hiccup has going for him is his smarts, his friends, and his dragons. Without his prosthetic he can't get too far, which makes breaking it or losing it to be extremely bad for him. It often gets him into trouble, but his smarts have usually given him a way to fix problems like that. His ability to out think his enemy is a bit part of what gets him any upper hand.

Bio: Hiccup had lost his mother at a young age, most of his life being just him and his father. His father was the chief of the village, a huge contrast to Hiccup in body type. Hiccup was never seen as very impressive at a young age, not being strong enough to kill dragons. In all honesty he had never even wanted to kill them, so even if he had the strength to do so Hiccup never would have. Thats what got him to meet Toothless, his current best friend. After taking down the Nightfury and refusing to kill him, he had tried to fix the dragons tail to let him fly away. Though in the process he became attached and had made friends with the dragon. Coming from a whole village of proud dragon hunters, it wasn't easy to get them to accept the fact dragons could be friends. In the end he had lost something just like Toothless, and that had cemented their friendship.

Other:His parents pretty much fucking named him mistake. That's all I got to offer.