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Fawful - Yellow Flag
Fawful spent some time mulling over the Russian woman's words. An extradimensional being taking people from different universes for their own amusement made perfect sense. He'd heard rumors of such things happening before, and truth be told, it's not far off from what he'd do with that kind of power... which raised an interesting point. Killing the viewer was a worthy goal, yes, but odds were about fifty-fifty that it'd actually send people back home, and there was another possibility that was so much more satisfying. Not for the first time, Fawful wondered how such large people could have such tiny ideas.
He'd be back later to look at her collected tech, and told her so before making his exit. There were other things he had to deal with first. He changed his cape into a grey hooded cloak to draw less attention to himself as he walked down the dangerous streets of Roanpur. It was fury-inducing to have to start from the bottom again when conquest was well within his grasp, but it was soothed by the thought of the potential prize involved, like the milk of power undoing the spiciness of the chili of inconvenience. First though, he needed a base, somewhere secure where he could work without possibility of interruption or discovery - and he had a hunch on where something like that might be found. Next he needed some minions, at the least some dumb muscle to do the heavy lifting. Third...
"Eehyeehee!"
Fawful giggled to himself as he plotted and schemed, slipping easily into the shadows of Roanpur.
Wreck-Gar - Mahora
"Wait, donkeys are monkeys?" said Wreck-Gar, mildly confused by DK's introduction.
"I am Wreck-Gar the Autobot! I am a mecha from some Sentai team I haven't heard about? ...er, what's a sentai?" He was about to ask Nobuo more when something caught his eye.
Decepticons usually flew. Decepticons had a purple emblem. But - and this was the important part - not everything that flew and was purple is a decepticon. After that one kid's birthday party, he'd learned to ask first.
All Twilight Sparkle would know is that the big orange robot stared at her for a minute before suddenly asking, "Hello, flying purple thing; are you a Decepticon?"
@Shoryu
I am writing my actual post right now I am so fuckign sorry
apologies to anybody waiting on me, I've been distracted. I'll try to get a post up by tonight.
What's this about his eye getting biographies?
Jake's robotic left eye was glowing very red and targeted Autoscorer's eye to toe which contains Autoscorer's biography although Autoscorer's real name didn't appeared in his 'information'. How the hell her real name didn't appear to her biography, what the hell?', Jake was confuse at that moment but he had this 'Never mind' attitude.
What's this about his eye getting biographies?
If there's still a slot open for otherworldly folk, I have a character in mind that I've been itching to play.
*Name: Wreck-Gar
*Universe: Transformers Animated
*Appearance:
*Personality: Wreck-Gar would like nothing more than to be a hero; he is eager to help and be liked. Unfortunately, he is also simple-minded and highly suggestible, automatically taking on whatever role is suggested to him. This makes him rather unpredictable and prone to making the wrong move at the wrong time. He has a lot of potential though, and only time will tell if he can meet it.
*Powers/Skills: Being a Transformer, Wreck-Gar can, of course, transform. Into a garbage truck. He's also remarkably durable, taking the infamous Punch Of Kill Everything with nary a scratch. His most notable power lies within his backpack, which is filled with a seemingly infinite amount of garbage, from which he is able to stash and deploy many useful (and even more useless) items at a moment's notice.
*Brief Bio: Born from a fragment of the AllSpark that fell into a garbage scow, Wreck-Gar initially had no idea who or what he was. His initial quest for an identity ended up with him stuck at the bottom of a lake until christmas, when he finally managed to escape his watery prison and do some real heroics.
*Equipment: A full, detailed list of his trash bin's contents would take until next year to write. There are a few possibly notable items though:
*The tail end of the Decepticon Lugnut's vehicle mode, capable of converting into a warhammer bigger than Wreck-Gar himself.
*A canister's worth of trash-and-metal-eating microbots, which overloaded and are currently inert
*Dozens of broken (and now filthy) Soundwave toys, formerly capable of hypnotizing humans.
*An inexplicably oversized accordion, with which Wreck-gar is surprisingly skilled.
Additionally, his backpack also has a vacuum cleaner attachment, for cleaning up the streets.
Finally, while it will hopefully never be relevant, Wreck-Gar's heart (or "spark") is an actual fragment of the AllSpark, which can cause unpredictable effects on any machinery it comes in contact with.
*Others: Wreck-Gar is less than a year old, and about eight months of that was spent at the bottom of a lake. He has a slight phobia of large bodies of water as a result.
*Universe: Transformers Animated
*Appearance:
*Personality: Wreck-Gar would like nothing more than to be a hero; he is eager to help and be liked. Unfortunately, he is also simple-minded and highly suggestible, automatically taking on whatever role is suggested to him. This makes him rather unpredictable and prone to making the wrong move at the wrong time. He has a lot of potential though, and only time will tell if he can meet it.
*Powers/Skills: Being a Transformer, Wreck-Gar can, of course, transform. Into a garbage truck. He's also remarkably durable, taking the infamous Punch Of Kill Everything with nary a scratch. His most notable power lies within his backpack, which is filled with a seemingly infinite amount of garbage, from which he is able to stash and deploy many useful (and even more useless) items at a moment's notice.
*Brief Bio: Born from a fragment of the AllSpark that fell into a garbage scow, Wreck-Gar initially had no idea who or what he was. His initial quest for an identity ended up with him stuck at the bottom of a lake until christmas, when he finally managed to escape his watery prison and do some real heroics.
*Equipment: A full, detailed list of his trash bin's contents would take until next year to write. There are a few possibly notable items though:
*The tail end of the Decepticon Lugnut's vehicle mode, capable of converting into a warhammer bigger than Wreck-Gar himself.
*A canister's worth of trash-and-metal-eating microbots, which overloaded and are currently inert
*Dozens of broken (and now filthy) Soundwave toys, formerly capable of hypnotizing humans.
*An inexplicably oversized accordion, with which Wreck-gar is surprisingly skilled.
Additionally, his backpack also has a vacuum cleaner attachment, for cleaning up the streets.
Finally, while it will hopefully never be relevant, Wreck-Gar's heart (or "spark") is an actual fragment of the AllSpark, which can cause unpredictable effects on any machinery it comes in contact with.
*Others: Wreck-Gar is less than a year old, and about eight months of that was spent at the bottom of a lake. He has a slight phobia of large bodies of water as a result.
Fawful - Yellow Flag
One of the advantages of Fawful's cape was that nobody could tell what your hands were doing. Fawful had drawn his blaster, preparing to blow the Overlord's head off if he tried anything. And then suddenly, everybody else seemed to have the same idea. he didn't recognize exactly what they were holding, but they were clearly weapons, weapons that he'd like to get a good look at at some point. Silently holstering his blaster and adding Overlord to his List of People to Humiliate and Destroy When I Have Power (it was a very long list), Fawful sidled away from the Overlord, muttering, "For a clarity, I am not with this guy," to the woman in the coat.
Fawful hadn't heard of "hell," but the human with the oddly familiar hairstyle apparantly had, and this wasn't it. Now, how to get actual information out of her... It would be better if he'd had more of an idea of who she was; he'd just have to go on what could be assumed from the situation.
He stepped forward and spoke.
"I am thinking yes, there is, but also perhaps verse vice-a? I am wishing to know where I am, and how to be getting back. But you are not looking like a kind of lady who is giving something for nothing, like the foolish salesman who is soon using a house of cardboard and sadness. No, you are looking like a kind of lady who holds the chains to many chomps, yes? One who is weilding authority in a chaos, with a muchness of minions, and weapons - always in need of a repairing, so fragile! Perhaps even vehicles? So much money and time for maintenence! Such hassling!"
He sighed and shrugged in a "what can you do?" kind of way, then snapped his fingers and grinned even wider, if such a thing were possible
"But! You are having luck on this day! For you have encountered the great Fawful, top genius of mechanicals! I have chortles, and also should you, for both problems have solution now. I am here, offering to you my services for engineering, in exchange for the tasty morsels of information I am seeking for," he concluded, giving a small bow.
Mahora
"Hmmm..."
The bigger you are, the harder you fall. If you're big enough, you can fall hard enough to actually lodge yourself pretty far into the ground. If you're the size of, say.... a garbage truck, to pull an example completely at random, you could even end up completely buried with nothing but a large mound of disturbed earth showing up above ground.
It might even look like that mound that was directly next to the group heading for the train cars. And was now rumbling.
With an unusual mechanical sound, the mound erupted, revealing a tall, orange, confused-looking robot. He climbed out of the ditch he'd been buried in and looked around, brushing himself off.
"Hmmmm...."
He reached into the large metallic container attached to his back and pulled out a filthy old mop, a ratty looking baseball cap, and a wad of paper which he unfolded into an road map of Ohio from 1967. Holding it upside down, he glanced between it and the surrounding landscape, tryign to find the "you are here" mark.
"Hmmmmm..... Aha!" he shouted in triumph. "I'm completely lost!"
Seemingly satisfied with this result, he shoved the map back where it came from and looked down, noticing the others for the first time.
"Hello, I am Wreck-Gar!"
One of the advantages of Fawful's cape was that nobody could tell what your hands were doing. Fawful had drawn his blaster, preparing to blow the Overlord's head off if he tried anything. And then suddenly, everybody else seemed to have the same idea. he didn't recognize exactly what they were holding, but they were clearly weapons, weapons that he'd like to get a good look at at some point. Silently holstering his blaster and adding Overlord to his List of People to Humiliate and Destroy When I Have Power (it was a very long list), Fawful sidled away from the Overlord, muttering, "For a clarity, I am not with this guy," to the woman in the coat.
Fawful hadn't heard of "hell," but the human with the oddly familiar hairstyle apparantly had, and this wasn't it. Now, how to get actual information out of her... It would be better if he'd had more of an idea of who she was; he'd just have to go on what could be assumed from the situation.
He stepped forward and spoke.
"I am thinking yes, there is, but also perhaps verse vice-a? I am wishing to know where I am, and how to be getting back. But you are not looking like a kind of lady who is giving something for nothing, like the foolish salesman who is soon using a house of cardboard and sadness. No, you are looking like a kind of lady who holds the chains to many chomps, yes? One who is weilding authority in a chaos, with a muchness of minions, and weapons - always in need of a repairing, so fragile! Perhaps even vehicles? So much money and time for maintenence! Such hassling!"
He sighed and shrugged in a "what can you do?" kind of way, then snapped his fingers and grinned even wider, if such a thing were possible
"But! You are having luck on this day! For you have encountered the great Fawful, top genius of mechanicals! I have chortles, and also should you, for both problems have solution now. I am here, offering to you my services for engineering, in exchange for the tasty morsels of information I am seeking for," he concluded, giving a small bow.
Mahora
"Hmmm..."
The bigger you are, the harder you fall. If you're big enough, you can fall hard enough to actually lodge yourself pretty far into the ground. If you're the size of, say.... a garbage truck, to pull an example completely at random, you could even end up completely buried with nothing but a large mound of disturbed earth showing up above ground.
It might even look like that mound that was directly next to the group heading for the train cars. And was now rumbling.
With an unusual mechanical sound, the mound erupted, revealing a tall, orange, confused-looking robot. He climbed out of the ditch he'd been buried in and looked around, brushing himself off.
"Hmmmm...."
He reached into the large metallic container attached to his back and pulled out a filthy old mop, a ratty looking baseball cap, and a wad of paper which he unfolded into an road map of Ohio from 1967. Holding it upside down, he glanced between it and the surrounding landscape, tryign to find the "you are here" mark.
"Hmmmmm..... Aha!" he shouted in triumph. "I'm completely lost!"
Seemingly satisfied with this result, he shoved the map back where it came from and looked down, noticing the others for the first time.
"Hello, I am Wreck-Gar!"
@LugubriousYou had something to do, you had Dio go to a hotel instead.
I uh, hadn't actually realized that everybody arriving at once was important.
*Name: Wreck-Gar
*Universe: Transformers Animated
*Appearance:
*Personality: Wreck-Gar would like nothing more than to be a hero; he is eager to help and be liked. Unfortunately, he is also simple-minded and highly suggestible, automatically taking on whatever role is suggested to him. This makes him rather unpredictable and prone to making the wrong move at the wrong time. He has a lot of potential though, and only time will tell if he can meet it.
*Powers/Skills: Being a Transformer, Wreck-Gar can, of course, transform. Into a garbage truck. He's also remarkably durable, taking the infamous Punch Of Kill Everything with nary a scratch. His most notable power lies within his backpack, which is filled with a seemingly infinite amount of garbage, from which he is able to stash and deploy many useful (and even more useless) items at a moment's notice.
*Brief Bio: Born from a fragment of the AllSpark that fell into a garbage scow, Wreck-Gar initially had no idea who or what he was. His initial quest for an identity ended up with him stuck at the bottom of a lake until christmas, when he finally managed to escape his watery prison and do some real heroics.
*Equipment: A full, detailed list of his trash bin's contents would take until next year to write. There are a few possibly notable items though:
*The tail end of the Decepticon Lugnut's vehicle mode, capable of converting into a warhammer bigger than Wreck-Gar himself.
*A canister's worth of trash-and-metal-eating microbots, which overloaded and are currently inert
*Dozens of broken (and now filthy) Soundwave toys, formerly capable of hypnotizing humans.
*An inexplicably oversized accordion, with which Wreck-gar is surprisingly skilled.
Additionally, his backpack also has a vacuum cleaner attachment, for cleaning up the streets.
Finally, while it will hopefully never be relevant, Wreck-Gar's heart (or "spark") is an actual fragment of the AllSpark, which can cause unpredictable effects on any machinery it comes in contact with.
*Others: Wreck-Gar is less than a year old, and about eight months of that was spent at the bottom of a lake. He has a slight phobia of large bodies of water as a result.
*Universe: Transformers Animated
*Appearance:
*Personality: Wreck-Gar would like nothing more than to be a hero; he is eager to help and be liked. Unfortunately, he is also simple-minded and highly suggestible, automatically taking on whatever role is suggested to him. This makes him rather unpredictable and prone to making the wrong move at the wrong time. He has a lot of potential though, and only time will tell if he can meet it.
*Powers/Skills: Being a Transformer, Wreck-Gar can, of course, transform. Into a garbage truck. He's also remarkably durable, taking the infamous Punch Of Kill Everything with nary a scratch. His most notable power lies within his backpack, which is filled with a seemingly infinite amount of garbage, from which he is able to stash and deploy many useful (and even more useless) items at a moment's notice.
*Brief Bio: Born from a fragment of the AllSpark that fell into a garbage scow, Wreck-Gar initially had no idea who or what he was. His initial quest for an identity ended up with him stuck at the bottom of a lake until christmas, when he finally managed to escape his watery prison and do some real heroics.
*Equipment: A full, detailed list of his trash bin's contents would take until next year to write. There are a few possibly notable items though:
*The tail end of the Decepticon Lugnut's vehicle mode, capable of converting into a warhammer bigger than Wreck-Gar himself.
*A canister's worth of trash-and-metal-eating microbots, which overloaded and are currently inert
*Dozens of broken (and now filthy) Soundwave toys, formerly capable of hypnotizing humans.
*An inexplicably oversized accordion, with which Wreck-gar is surprisingly skilled.
Additionally, his backpack also has a vacuum cleaner attachment, for cleaning up the streets.
Finally, while it will hopefully never be relevant, Wreck-Gar's heart (or "spark") is an actual fragment of the AllSpark, which can cause unpredictable effects on any machinery it comes in contact with.
*Others: Wreck-Gar is less than a year old, and about eight months of that was spent at the bottom of a lake. He has a slight phobia of large bodies of water as a result.
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