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

[The_R3d_Fury]

Mike Jeffries rushed to the console on the other side of the room. A little red light had lit up on the map. Right on New York.

"What's so bad about this?"
"Well, we're getting readings that Shadow and Lilly are there, and-"
"THEY'RE ALIVE?" Mike screamed. He threw his coffee mug on the ground, splashing the brown liquid on Dave's suit.
"Chris too. Oh, no, hold on. He's gone. That's strange, he was here just a minute ago."
"So either his heart's stopped beating or he's there's some sort of interference. We're going to need-"
"You're going to need a new job when I'm through with you. You had one job, Mike. Ensure that everyone on that mission was dead. You are to go after them, and you are to do it now."
"Yes, sir." Mike nearly spat the last word, but he caught himself at the last minute. He sighed defeatedly. "All right, Jackhammer, this is HQ. You are clear to drop on these co-ordinates."

In the USS Jackhammer, SOU Orbital Drop Troopers raced to their stations. Things were about to turn ugly.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Darren

UnReal World
After managing to pry a tear-filled Akane off his shoulder, Darren wandered around, nursing his now-deafened ear.
He began to wonder how could he bring Jenny back from the grave, While he was certain someone at AIM could revive her, There was a lot of bad blood between the Heroes and Villains.
"...Maybe Teri could help..." He said to himself as he went to look for his fellow writer.

 

[bluerocker]

"...Maybe Teri could help..." He said to himself as he went to look for his fellow writer.

Teri in the meantime was scribbling away at her tablet, in a separate page bouncing around ideas as to how the group would enter the AA verse with Angelus. Caim, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg; on the other hand, were training with one another, the height differences among each other proving to be a bit of a challenge.

"Hmn... The main problem with getting into the AA verse is that we need to make sure the portal remains stable as we travel. I know some of the Writers [u]might[/u] stay behind in this world; but that is a possibility I don't want to take a chance on..."

"Could you not Write such a thing into being..?"

"Therin lies the problem, we all Write differently! It's like having different blood types!"

"Humans have those...?"

"Yes, they do, Angie- Oh, Hi Darren!"

 

[Ninjamedic]

"I'd go but I think I'm the only one who can make these shots."

Fionn stood in front of David, ejecting the pair of empty shells from Sandy with one hand. While maintaining a look that said "Do you want to bet mate?" He pointed his arm starboard, timing a wing of Angel fighters to pass. A blue shimmer ran down Sandy's barrels, leaving a white glow behind. As the expected fighters passed, Fionn fired, once again the shots themselves doing little damage. Soon after a hailstorm or giant icicles appeared above the fighter wing and struck each ship, shredding them.

"Satisfied?"

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

"Yes, they do, Angie- Oh, Hi Darren!"

"Ah, there are you. Listen, Can we walk and talk for a second?" Darren asked, not wanting to discuss the whole Revival thing in front of the others.
Teri nodded and followed him out of the Training area.
"Okay, so I was thinking, I'm trying to figure out a way to...ummm...Bring Jenny back...as in from the grave. I know we can create people and items, but you know my luck with THAT. So, any advice? I don't think I'll get to live though another Slenderman..."

"Satisfied?"

David looked rather dumbstruck at Fionn taking down a Air Transport with a shotgun.
"....Beginners luck...Watch" He shrugged as he covered his eyes with his hand and took aim at a incoming craft.
*Bang* went the M500 as a bullet impacted off one of the wing engines, damaging it and causing the craft to spin out and crash into another incoming.
*Ka-Boom!*
"....Is that the sound of metal meeting metal in mid-air?..." He teased as he resumed his defence as normal.

 

[bluerocker]

"Ah, there are you. Listen, Can we walk and talk for a second?" Darren asked, not wanting to discuss the whole Revival thing in front of the others.
Teri nodded and followed him out of the Training area.
"Okay, so I was thinking, I'm trying to figure out a way to...ummm...Bring Jenny back...as in from the grave. I know we can create people and items, but you know my luck with THAT. So, any advice? I don't think I'll get to live though another Slenderman..."

Teri's face frowned in confusion at Darren's suggestion, and wrote;

"Wait, WHAT?! You want to know if we can bring characters back to life? Well, I suppose we have before, but we usually have a decent reason their return, such as divine missions, or hell not accepting someone... But we want to start bringing people back wantonly; we'll be messing with the balance of things. Angels and demons alike will be coming after us! Allies we used to have will turn against us! All hell will break loose literally and metaphorically!"

She looked down with a shade of melancholy, and continued,

 Darren, as much as I miss Jenny and all the other characters we've ever allowed to die are part of a system we don't even understand now. I know I sound cruel, but the dead need to stay dead. If we mess with that balance, we'd be abusing the power we have... And, quite frankly, I'm already aware of the consequences of most of what I've done. I'd rather not have any more sins on my head... "

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

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Darren sighed after Teri's speech, she had a point, if they started raising the dead, things would only get worse.
"...I guess your right, sorry...just I had Akane crying into my ear for quite some time. Still can hear it...or my Ear Drum has burst, one or the other." He said, rubbing his sore ear afterwards.
"......Wait.....what about characters are only a certain KIND of dead?" He asked, much to Teri's confusion.
"Just I think we could use that as a loophole. Remember Phoenix Wright? Hell Arc, Sent Rugal to Equestria, got turned into a Nemesis? Well...He could still be SORTA alive, on a cellular level anyway...could that work?..." He mused, recalling all the fun he had with that hapless lawyer.

 

[bluerocker]

She's not as knowledgeable as I about some of the events of AA...

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

Darren dodged to the left as he saw Teri charge out him with her tablet in hand. After a few more (attempted) strikes, she stopped, and brushed herself off; a mouthed "Sorry", and continued to Write;

"You turned, [u]Phoenix Wright[/u], Ace Attorney, into a Nemesis! Of all things?! *sigh* I cannot complain too much, I suppose I've done far worse than things... Anyway, rebuilding Phoenix might be a bit more in line than bringing Jenny back, but it still is a gray area. We'd need to tread carefully. Now, how do you intend to rebuild Phoenix?"

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Tech Bonus: 2000

"Whoa jeez! AIII! Ah! Geeee!" Darren cried out as he dodged and blocked some of Teri's attacks.
"SorrySorrySorrySorrySorrySorrySorry!" He begged during the pause in the assault as she typed.
"Look, it was back when I was first using Wesker, Needed something to make him stand out as a Villain, I intended him to return to a reasonable normal legal carrer afterwards! Honest, sure, he'd be ugly, but still ligating!" He defended his actions.
Viking HAD to have he character at the time kill him.... He thought as he tired to figure out a way to bring Phoenix back.
"Well...Last time I heard of him, Cypher or something...er.... Literally...Sliced and Diced him...Until no part of him was around....[sub]more then a inch long...[/sub]....
...
...
So there would be PLENTY of Remains to get DNA from to Clone him....Right?..." He suggesting, bracing himself for another barrage of attacks.

 

[bluerocker]

Cloning... That may be an idea

Teri stayed her hand, but was still a little disconcerted by the news;

"That is an idea, I suppose; but here's the question. Where does his soul go? Will it be with the body? Will it be the same Phoenix our characters met? Or will he be a different man entirely? That is a VERY strong possibility, Darren. And I don't think I'm ready to be a mommy, even by proxy."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

About to sign off.

Darren stared at Teri at the suggestion of her being Phoenix Wright's "Mommy" before he said "Well...I remember back with Rugal, he used Cloning to cheat death MANY times before he was sent away, didn't seem to affect him in the slightest, even with his soul in hell. Think it still is actually...Never did tie up that loose end...Still, if Viscus could clone Wesker after what happened to him and give him his memories back, the SURELY we could do the same with less hassle, what with us being Demi-gods and all...."
Then the main snag in his master plan.
".....Did I mention his body was in the old, blow up, condemned Aperture Labs?....
Yeah....That could be a problem..."

 

[bluerocker]

Oh dear...

Teri went, "hhmn...." and continued writing;

"That is a problem... Wait! We could poof the remains! But... that doesn't help with the whole lack of cloning tech bit."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

And I'm off, night.

"Mmmm...Think Cortex was working on somet-....." Darren said before he froze in shock.
"........Teri....Can I borrow your Tablet?..." He asked as a nervous twitch began to occur.

"...Ummmm...Why do you wa-

Darren then snatched it from her hands and quickly went on the AA Thread.
"Come on, come on, Come-BWHAHA!" He exclaimed as he found the post in question.
"Oh shit, oh shit, shit, shit!" Darren finished after reading about Bruiser's revival.
Teri managed to grab her tablet and saw the post.
"....Why did I make Cortex get into Batman?..."

 

[bluecrimson]

Lucifer listened to Devon's story as he filled out the last few pages of the Military Mobilization Request form.

"Listen... If you regret putting Slindis ans Melethia through all the things that you've put them through and you're resigned to dying and coming here, why didn't you go and apologize." The Devil asked as he sighed the last page of the request.

There was something else that The Morning Star wanted to ask as he sent the forms off to the daemon congress.

"You think Slindis will mind if I send her some flowers?" The devil asked with a smile.

He went over to Lucifer and shook his head. "As nice as it would be to do that, right now simply isn't the time. Heading there right now just puts them further at risk, and I came here to help the effort in any way that I could, because, well, I don't really know how much my nonexistent author abilities could help there. She probably wouldn't want the flowers right now, though. I could be wrong." The young man looked around.

"Don't you have a secretary? I thought that would be one of the first things you'd want."

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

[HEADING=3]Dimension: The (Un)Real World[/HEADING]
Location: The Writer's Beach
Time: Sunset

Akane dried her tears as she received support from all her friends. "Mmm, thank you everybody. We need to go to the AA realm and set everything right, then bring back Jenny."

"Good! Cos I was gettin' fucked bored, listening to you lot yap on, though Teri trying to beat down Darren was kinda funny. Now, I just happen to be the Author of one currently waiting Grim Reaper, who can portal anywhere as part of his job. So, Let's get movin'! Next stop, the Airship Rising Dawn, and a battle royale in the skies above New York!" Jake said in the only way possible. Dramatic and over the top as he produced a phone from his pocket. The text was short and sharp, and a portal opened on the runway less than a minute later. Jake headed to the Hanger and jumped aboard his P-40. The cough and roar of the big V-12 was followed by Jake steering the plane dead at the portal.

Anyone who was paying even a lick of attention could hear the insane Author singing through the open canopy.

"Off we go, into the Wild Blue Yonder! Climbing high, into the sun!"

Akane simply shook her head at her Author's madness. "Well, standing here will not help. Shall we ladies?" the Kitsune said, drawing her sword and offering a hand to her Knights.

[HEADING=3]Dimension: The Avatar Adventure[/HEADING]
Jack's pager beeped once as he watched the battle unfold from Tomoya's old room on the Rising Dawn. He nodded once upon reading the message and headed to the Hanger and opened a large portal. About a minute later, an old school WWII fighter plane sped through it and out into the chaos around the Airship. It's pilot was singing an old fighter pilot song as he arrived. Jake wasted no time in adding his guns to the fray, bullets tracing across the sky and into the first angel fighter he saw. They pinged off the advanced armour the Angel craft had, but enough bullets managed to get sucked into the also advanced air intakes the Angels used to get their ridiculous power and speed from. The engine insides were not as armoured, and the fighter disintegrated as it's engines tore themselves to shreds with the help of a lot of .50cal rounds.

Another Angel fighter dropped on Jake's tail and fired an EMP Burst at the old warbird, but to no effect. Jake simply laughed, his plane was that old that an EMP wouldn't effect him, there was nothing onboard to fry. He pulled the throttle back and pulled up then down, letting the Angel fighter scream past only to cop a punishing torrent of fire from the 6 machineguns in Jake's wings. That Angel pilot pulled away, one engine dead and the other trailing smoke from the barrage. Jake laughed maniacally, he was outnumbered massively, in a fighter never meant to last the war it was built for, against a foe he couldn't possibly hope to beat alone.
"This is my kinda fight! All planes without a wingman, form up on the old P-40 Warhawk! All planes with a wingman, pull out and guard those carriers! My callsign is Dozer, now let's go smack some assholes outta the way!" he broadcast over the open Allied channel. Who knew old time stuff was EMP proof due to using tubes and gasses instead of semi-conductive motherboards?

 

[Ninjamedic]

"This is my kinda fight! All planes without a wingman, form up on the old P-40 Warhawk! All planes with a wingman, pull out and guard those carriers! My callsign is Dozer, now let's go smack some assholes outta the way!"

"First that muppet that couldn't use the plasma guns, now this wanka? Where do they keep coming from?!"
"Well he's immune to the EMPs,"
"Dozer, link up with AcesHigh, he's running the 'retro' wing".

A squadron of Sptifires retrofitted with jets and additional energy weaponry soon passed Jake's view. "Mate are you suicidal?! Get over here right now!!".

"....Is that the sound of metal meeting metal in mid-air?..."

Fionn rolled his eyes, "Beginner? I've been shooting for longer than you have mate." He swung around and gunned down another fighter, this time with a flurry of fireballs.

 

[bluecrimson]

"This is my kinda fight! All planes without a wingman, form up on the old P-40 Warhawk! All planes with a wingman, pull out and guard those carriers! My callsign is Dozer, now let's go smack some assholes outta the way!" he broadcast over the open Allied channel. Who knew old time stuff was EMP proof due to using tubes and gasses instead of semi-conductive motherboards?

Tajuh called out on the radio. "Dozer, this is Typhoon. I hear you loud and clear, converging on you." He darted and weaved through the sky, getting in a few shots in on distracted angel's cockpits. He grinned when he saw the ancient plane and thought to himself, Damn good pilot, and he's making the most of that old bird.

Soon enough, the F 16 was able to meet up on Dozer. "Don't know how you got here, but this battle's a losing fight. Doesn't mean we can't tear these Fallen ones a new asshole or two!"

 

[The_R3d_Fury]

Tailgate weaved through the clouds and debris, shooting down yet another ship. She was loving it. She'd never seen such advanced technology. The potential was incredible!
Ba'erth was strapped into the co-pilot's seat. He was still adjusting to Lilly's evasive flying manoeuvres.

"So, Lilly. You look pretty." She turned to look at him. He coughed in an attempt to hide his mistake. "Young. How old are you?" Lilly laughed.
"I'm 19. Fresh outta flight school," she said, flashing him a winning smile. "How old are you?"
"I'm 250." Lilly laughed. "I'm serious."
"Oh. How..."
"I live in a place where ageing is stopped. I'm human, like you, though. I've lived on this earth for 250 years, but I'm only 23 as far as traditional ageing."
"Oh..." Ba'erth just laughed.
"It's the scars, isn't it?"
"Oh, no, I didn't mean-"
"It's ok. I'm not particularly fond of them, either."
"Actually... I kind of like them. You have scars. You got them fighting, I presume.
"Yeah, so?"
"So it means you stood for something." This put Ba'erth at a loss. He remembered his hood was still down, and moved to pull it back over his face. He stopped, though. Maybe he'd leave it off a little while longer.
Tailgate looked out through the windscreen. That's when she saw them. Drop pods. SOU drop pods. This was good.

Shadow came out onto the flight deck and saw the skyline.
"Oh... wow." His earpiece crackled to life.
"Hey, Shadow. SOU drop pods incoming. I think the cavalry just arrived."
Suddenly, 3 pods landed on the Rising Dawn and burst open. SOU drop troopers raised their weapons at Shadow and fired. He dove for cover behind some crates.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

More pods landed on the deck as Shadow ran back into the corridors. SOU drop troopers followed close behind him.
"Fan out! Find the rogues. Kill anyone who gets in your way."

Oh, no. Shadow had a vague memory of his time in the med bay. Those two kids -- boyfriend and girlfriend -- They're down here.

 

[The_R3d_Fury]

"Dozer, come in. This is SOU Alpha 7, callsign 'Tailgate'. I am in control of an enemy ship, and am converging on your position now."
"I've never heard of SOU, Tailgate."
"That means that the higher-ups are doing their jobs. Look, use me. I'm more experienced than most other people here."
"You sound pretty young to be experienced. What kind of flying have you done?"
"That's classified, sir."

 

[The_R3d_Fury]

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