The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Doom and Co.
The Legion of Evil known as Doom, Wesker, Cortex and Max soon landed (Term used loosely) though the roof of a building a few blocks away from Miasma's current location.
Max's Car crashed though the remaining floors of the building before coming to rest on the street next to the entrance.
"uhhhhoooohhhhhhh....Why did we let Doom drive?...."
"That...is a really good question Max...." Wesker groaned as he kicked what was left of the read passenger door open.
[color=B4B400]"Ohhhhh....My massive head....."[/color]
The group got out of the car and saw an empty street, the sky darkened above them.
[color=004E00]"Right, Now Bison was last seen next to the Metro Station, so all we need to make our way there."[/color]
"And getting back?..."
[color=004E00]"Duh, take the car!"[/color]
[color=B4B400]"The car that crashed?"[/color]
[color=004E00]"Yeah, That Car! You've fixed worse."[/color] Doom answered, underestimating the damage his landing caused.
"....Guys.....I think we dead...."
[color=B4B400]"Nonono, I nearly died once, this is nothing...like...oh..."[/color] Cortex stopped as he saw them.
Masses of human slaves all controlled by Miasma for one thing and one thing only: to kill.
The started to stampeder after our Villains.
"Zombies?....Really?...Heh, Doom, Max, Find Bison and tell him he owes us, Big Time. Cortex, You're with me. I used to make Zombies for a living..." Wesker ordered as he grew his Samuri Edge from his STARS Vest.
"And I sure as hell know how to un-make them. NOW GO!" He finished before him and Cortex began to fire at the incoming hoard, Wesker's shots for the head working wonders as the Mad Doctor's Ray Gun reduced entire groups to ash.
Without being told twice, Mas and Doom went to search for Bison.

Viscus
As UNIT began to move into the city, so did AIM, a few of UNIT's advance scouts spotting a AIM Transport landing not far from where Doom and Co. Crashed.
Out of it climbed Bruiser and Viscus.
The AI looked on at the ruined city and the Zombie like humans.

"Bruiser, Your orders are to find Bison and bring him to the Transport. Ignore everything else, I do not want Rugal to get his hands on that man, Got it?"

The Machamp looked on, the entire city was as if it was in Fallout 3.
"Alright. Fair enough, just...what about those "SAS: Tough Enough" rejects we saw on the way in? (UNIT) You want me to take care of them?" Bruiser was answered as a 30mm Minigun folded out of Viscus's right shoulder.

"I will terminate the UNIT Forces, now go..."

He coldly ordered before walking towards the nearing soldiers.
Bruiser srugged and went after Bison, tearing though the odd dozen Zombies with his new AA Guns.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

[HEADING=2]Post is directed at EVERYONE at the Party[/HEADING]
As the group enjoyed the night that was in it, David hung up on Richardson and made a quick dash to the playing band and took the Microphone from the singer, tapping it a few times to get everyone's attention.

"Uhhhhh....Attention everyone....Well, mostly just....Errr the main group...First off, Congrats to both Dillon and Amaya, it was a lovely ceremony, may you have many long years of love and care, Yadda yadda yadda. Just....errr....We REALLY need to get a move on. Red Mage was spotted in London and heeeeeee sortakilled200millionpeoplewhilewewerehere...Yeeeaaahhhh....So Sorry everyone, but Duty Calls and whatnot...I will meet you all on the Rising Dawn...Everyone else.....enjoy the rest of your night....Drink responsibly and tip your waiters...That is all...Goodbye..."

After his awkward speech, He ran from the stage and out of the castle towards the Airship.

Blade and Jenny snapped out of their drunking stupor (Somewhat) and followed him, stumbling a few times as they did.

Spoiler: Yeah...

If anyone still want's to post at the party, just put in bold or something "Before David's Speech".

 

[Ninjamedic]

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As our protagonists talked, quakes began to shake the room around them, they were feint yet regular and growing, David could see his drink shaking.

Then there was a loud bang throughout the castle as a knock was heard from the front gate....

All the citizens of London trembled in fear and sadness, suddenly overtook by the unending song. Some broke into sobs and others collapsed, and every single one knew of their fate.

The great serpent barreled through the sky and into London proper, it's thousand black wings vibrating with song. The lightning storm continued, and fire began to burn. The beast's great body slammed into the ground, driving up concrete and dirt. Every so often a bloody body became intermingled with the debris.

His crashing shook the city to it's core, toppling buildings even far from his impact zone. The London Eye and the Big Ben both fell and shattered across the broken cityscape.

UNIT HQ.

Richardson continued to stare out the window, observing the anarchy descend on the city. He sighed and turned to his desk, switching on the comm.

"Update on the Evacuation?"

"Yes Sir, evacuation of the outer city has been largely successful so far."

"Any where else?" He knew it was pointless question.

"......"

"I see. Maintain the blockade for now." He switched off the comm, pulled put a bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label and a glass out of his desk, and began pouring. I can't even get slightly tipsy.... He pondered the pointlessness of his drink while swirling the glass.

Another Day, Another supernatural force hellbent on destroying the world.

As he browsed through reports to devise a strategy, the comm cut in again. "Um sir, One of our squads has been engaged by a third party. Also, we have new intel on our additional Lovecraftian playmate".

Spoiler: BGM

Entering the command room, he placed the glass on the table on top of a dossier. "So, what are we looking at?" The screen lit up with footage of Viscus approaching the UNIT soldiers. "EMP then Armor Piercing. IF he appears to open fire, Fire at Will."

"We've also spotted AIM transports."

"They're coming for Bison......"

"Also, " the Lieutenant placed a set of pictures of Deborah on the table. "We're guessing She's directing this to a certain extent. We're planning on bringing in the Big Guns."

"No, we can't stop them with Firepower alone. We have to be more surgical." With that he placed his glass into the hand of the Lieutenant and walked in the direction of the hangar. "Prep the Valiant and trace West's location. I'll buy you some time."

Meanwhile....

London

As Viscus approached, the orders came in. "This area is under the jurisdiction of The Unified Intelligence Taskforce. Stand Down immediately". They switched their guns' magazines, raising them at the android.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

War Machine

David looked out and saw what appeared to be a giant killer Robot. (Galvatron)
"......Well...errrr....DILLON!....DID YOU BUY A GIANT ROBOT!? CUZ I'M LOOKING AT ONE RIGHT NOW!" He shouted back to the group as his hand hovered over his gun, it wouldn't help him and he knew it.

London
Viscus did a quick scan of the soldiers.

[sub][Scan Compete : Threat Level : Zero : Combat Routine "Threaten" activating][/sub]

He stood still as a statue as he picked his targets, prioritizing the ones who switched to Armour Piercing Rounds.
Then his Minigun began to spin.
"ALL UNITS GET TO COVER!"
Viscus let the soldiers get to cover before firing a deafening storm of lead at them.
He stood completely still as the gin tore though cover due to the sheer amount of gunfire, forcing several men to fallback.
The Noise and the Dust raised by this was completely overwhelming and prevented many soldiers from getting a good shot at Viscus.
The Machine slowly walked forward and drove UNIT back.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

This is not goodbye, the journey continues.

Jack gave a small chuckle as Aftan and Gabrielle both wished him farewell.
"There is no need for goodbyes just yet. I must investigate where and why my souls are going to, otherwise I wouldn't be a very good Guardian of Souls, would I?"
"You mean you are going to fight with us? Red Mage is a dead man now! Let us go, the airship awaits us."

 

[Ninjamedic]

A

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Challenger has entered the tournament!

As the heroes walked to the door, they were met by a 20+ foot robot towering over them.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Fucking Internet Explorer...

David gazed up at the towering Transformer and his massive freaking gun, No amount of Headshots would take something like this guy down.
"......So.....You the good kind of Killer robot or did someone actually create Skynet?...." He asked, really hoping that Skynet would hate RM as much as they do.

 

[Orinon]

The T-X-D popped up in front of David, still holding his right arm
"That isn't a terminator you doofus, I don't know where that thing is from but I will say it's alien."

 

[Ninjamedic]

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The robot looked down at David, his facial expressions blank, as if he had no interest in anyone here apart from Akane, he recognised her from the Rooftop battle with Dark Tooth.


"It looks you came to the right place."


"Are you all the group who competed in one of last Twisted Metal competitions?"


London.

As Viscus moved forward with suppressing fire, two VTOLs appeared behind him, the dust generated from his attack dissipating with the wind from the turbines. As he saw his smokescreen clear, he turned to target the source of the gusts, only to be greeted with Grenade Launchers pointed at his face.

"Loading Nitrogen Rounds!"

Before he could lock on to the gunners his feet was froze to the ground by two explosions of freezing liquid.

 

[StormShaun]

Meanwhile as everything was going on.
Location: Tomoya's suite

As Tomoya awoke from his nap, it felt like he went to another universe. With no memory of the dream, Tomoya began to work on his current objective. FIND RED MAGE. As he was sleeping, Tomoya placed an objective on his computer to collect information from his agents around the globe. The location of the Mage was in London, planning to kill more.

Tomoya was not going to let that happen, even if the other monitors showed both pictures of the giant robot, another small robot and even a disappearing man in a flare which had the harsh shadow of the shadow lord.

A loud crackle came from Tomoya as he began to program the airship's navigation system from his own computer, set towards London. At the same time, a report came in from his Heaven Agents. The Archangels have taken over two Hell capitals and are pushing on the eternal war fronts.

Tomoya knew it would not last long. After all, people, angels and archangels just come back when they died on either side.

Changing from his tux, Tomoya went back into his usual outfit which reminded him of the school he once attended to. "Haha, this is getting harder then I thought. Maybe it is time I thought of my heir?" Tomoya's face started to look insane.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

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"Look, I'm not the guy you're after! I don't even know what Twisted Metal is!" David said before getting hit upside the head BY T-X-D.
"He's talking about us, moron..."

As the group meet Galvatron, Blade and Jenny set up a Teleport back to the Blue Dragon, messing up several times and Teleporting outside in front of the group.
"Ah Jeez...Er...me and...Err...Jenny here are heading home. Think the Str-*HIC*-Striders ,ight be able to help in London....So errrr...Later..." Blade mumbled before the Two disappeared in a Orange Flash.

Hiryu, Blade and Jenny are now Inactive Characters

London
Viscus stared on at the VTOL's as they locked on him.
"Time to send this twat to the scrap yard!" The pilot said as he fired the on-board weapons.
.......
.......
Nothing happened.
"Oh come on, Fire!" The pilot said as the Display changed to A.I.M. OS and overrided all controls to Viscus
"....Oh Bollocks..." He said as Viscus began remotely controlling the Two VTOL's.
Firing his replusers at the Ice on his feet, he turned back to the ground units and patched himself in onto the VTOL Loudspeaker.

"Attention UNIT Forces. This Area is now a active Staging Area for a ongoing A.I.M. Operation. Return to your base, If you do not comply, The Viscus Mark 1 Combat Armour will be forced to use these VTOL's on you as well as the Combat Armour's Weapon Systems. My calulations show a 99.234234% Chance for a A.I.M. Victory if you do not heed my warning."

 

[Ninjamedic]

"Attention UNIT Forces. This Area is now a active Staging Area for a ongoing A.I.M. Operation. Return to your base, If you do not comply, The Viscus Mark 1 Combat Armour will be forced to use these VTOL's on you as well as the Combat Armour's Weapon Systems. My calulations show a 99.234234% Chance for a A.I.M. if you do not heed my warning."

"Thank Christ for dual-booting." The VTOL's powered down then immediately started up again. They were running their back-up OS: Linux.

"And keep the WiFi off for Fuck's Sake!"

Viscus had taken the advantage to shoot off the turrets, leaving them with one option left.

"Bring it out." Two soldiers appeared again. This time, carrying a EMP launcher.

Spoiler: Launcher Appearance

"Lights out". A flash a blue light lit up the street as a pulse was fired at the Robot.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Time is up on Internet, will be back when I get change

The EMP blast stuck Viscus in the back as he fired at the VTOL's.
Static bursts emitted from his armour as his AI went into shutdown.

"EMP blast dete[sub]cted : Preppi[sub]ng emergency [sub]power supply...[sub]Failure to Reboot[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub]

The Armour went dead as all power left it, leaving it unable to move or attack and as still as a staute.
A gust from the VTOL knocked Viscus down into the ground, stuck in the same state as he was when the Blast hit.

Captcha: Stuck in mud

 

[bluecrimson]

[color=c20000]"Hm, it could be like a Titan. Be careful, Slin..."[/color] She began chanting, and various protective spells surrounded her. If it was anything like the Titans used in the war back home, this was not going to be an easy fight by any means.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Debora closed the book that she was reading, satisfied with how the story ended. Two lovers forever kept apart, even unto death. She tucked the book inside her bottomless robe pockets and moved along the shelves. The London Public Library lay mostly in ruin, the high glass walls and great steel pillars had been shattered and bent by Miasma, and creatures that could loosely be noted as humans roamed the city streets outside. Yet the shelves of books that the structure held had stayed perfectly intact, much to Debora's delight.

She half-skipped over to the next session and pulled a book from the shelf at random. "The Hobbit by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien." The raven-haired woman licked her fingers and began to flip through the pages, smiling absentmindedly as she read. There was time to kill until the heroes arrived, and they would arrive, as Miasma's song promised.

Without provocation, Debora stopped reading and sat down with her legs crossed. Miasma was a strange one, she thought, he was a binary Eternal. A creature that housed two of the Fundamental forces. Yet, he didn't seem very strange. She nodded to herself after concluding that he was a nice lord if anything, the embodiment of mortality and change. Death and Life, two sides of the same coin. Perhaps that was what drove Red Mage mad, having to understand that miracles coincide with calamities.

She stood up, her blue robes plumed around her as if to highlight her peculiarity. Debora moved onward into the library as the darkness outside deepened. Lightning set the city aflame, and the husks of humans roamed the streets. Miasma himself lay in the River Thames, having carried his injured body by way of a thousand wings so that he could rest more peacefully as he sang.

As well, every moment the players of the game moved ever closer to the iconic city. All but one wished to be present, and he, Red Mage, was held prisoner by Miasma's presence.

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Red Mage slammed the end of his staff into a wall and tore a small building down. The Sea of Chaos had exhumed him from it, as if in protest of his actions. The Ruby Die glittered at his hip, and hummed with excitement. Hope filled the air around him and Red shook his head. There was enough, just barely enough to cast Reality Rend. But at the rate he was gaining opposition, he wouldn't be able to ensure the spell wouldn't misfire.

RM held out his staff, "Fireball!"

An explosion enveloped a group of zombies before him, and reduced them into dust. He brushed the white hair from his eyes and started walking.

 

[Moros]

James had an excellent seat to the end of the world. He was about 10,000 feet in the air about 30 minutes outside London with a pair of binoculars and some snacks. Just then his phone rang. "This James, genocidal maniac. How may I help you?" he said answering the phone. "Sir, the raid on the Gates household was a success and the entire family is dead. What do you want us to do now?" the voice on the other end asked. "Bring in our shapeshifter and have him take the place of Bill Gates. He'll know what to do from there," James told the man on the other end. "Right away sir," the man said before hanging up. James smiled a little as he knew what would happen next. The shapeshifter, disguised as the owner/CEO, would hand ownership of the company over to James. He had taken over several companies using this method and Microsoft wouldn't be the last. James went back to eating his snacks high above the ground.

 

[Ninjamedic]

"Attention unidentified ... erm... Giant Doom Bot! Identify yourself and state your purpose. Failure to do so will be viewed as an immediate threat and lethal force will be used to create a crater where you're standing! Capiche?"

"Now that voice is familiar isn't it?"

Galvatron grinned and flew up to outside the bridge. "Sir and Madame, may I ask your presence outside? I assure you I am no threat."

She stood up, her blue robes plumed around her as if to highlight her peculiarity. Debora moved onward into the library as the darkness outside deepened. Lightning set the city aflame, and the husks of humans roamed the streets. Miasma himself lay in the River Thames, having carried his injured body by way of a thousand wings so that he could rest more peacefully as he sang.

As she browsed the literary works, a VTOL arrived beside the library, the engines turned down to minimize detection.

"Right, I'm going to have a polite chat with this woman. Keep at a distance and remain at full alert."

He hopped onto the ground and strolled over to the entrance, taking note of Miasma. "I bet he can't sing Suppers Ready", he was unimpressed with the creature.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Going for Gold

While Bruiser was not looking for Bison, He began to enjoy the chaos of the fallen city.
It was around this time that he spotted a lone Helicopter flying in the distance. (James's)
Keen for some target practice, He knelled and got a idea for the shot.
"Welcome back to the London 2012 Olympic Games. Representing Kanto, world renowned Hammer Throw master Bruiser the Machamp is attempting to break a new record for longest throw...." He commentated his actions, as if he was a real commentator at London 2012.
He picked up a lump of concrete with a bar of steel sticking out before walking up to a nice clear area.
"...Bruiser steps up to the ring, His hungry eyes staring up at his target and his mind focused on the Gold Medal...He waves to the fans, getting a warm reception from this jam packed crowd..." He said as he waved to the confused undead husks around him, seemingly waiting for him to make his shot.
"....He motions for the Crowds silence....He's ready to make his throw...."
Bruiser held the lump of concrete out and started to spin.
Moments later he let go, sending the lump flying though the air at James's Helicopter.
"And he casts it out, will he get the gold!?" He called out as James realised something was flying at him.

Meanwhile
While Wesker and Cortex put a dent in the masses of husks, Doom and Max continued their search.
"Bison!?.....BISON!?.....uuuuhhh, Doom, this is the last time I let you drag the lot of us into a warzone for Yoghurt."
[color=004E00]"Well if you remembered to buy some before the Rioting happened, Doom wouldn't have to come here! BISON! GET YOUR GLOWING PURPLE ASS OUT HERE! DOOM COMMANDS IT!"[/color]
A few blocks later, Max wandered off into a bombed out arcade.
"....Huh....Think this is the first time I've been inside a British Arcade..." He said as he eyed up a old Silent Scope machine.
[color=6C1504]"NO SUDDEN MOVES!"[/color] Bison shouted as he held a shard of glass at Max's back, his prison overalls and hat was covered in the blood of the Husks.
"...Look.....Bison....I'-We....are here about the ad.....on the news....just please....I really hate having to fight super villains...."
Doom wandered in.
[color=004E00]"MAX! GET YOU'RE ASS OUT HERE! DOOM HAS FOUND BISON! HE....is standing right......behind you..."[/color]
"...."
[color=6C1504]"Good! About time. Lets get the hell out of here!"[/color] Bison said before the Trio left the arcade.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

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Debora was reading Paradise Lost when the man pulled her from her book. She looked at him with shining red eyes and smiled, "A man uncorrupted by my lord father's song, you are a hero? Or perhaps a villain that has long been past the veil of sanity."

She closed the book softly and tipped her hat to him, "Is there something my father and I can help you with?"

 

[Moros]

Gold Denied

The lump of concrete vaporized in a ball of nuclear fire before it even got close to the helicopter. James floated away from the helicopter, standing on a platform made from a flattened sun. Looking around, James soon found the source of the disturbance. A sun the size of a baseball formed above him that then transformed into a spear about 6 feet long. James was about to throw it when he realized that just one nuclear spear wasn't enough. Soon there were a hundred spears in the sky. Smiling at the apparent overkill, James sent them all flying at Mach 5 towards Bruiser.