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[center][h3]Resident Evil Verse- Compound[/h3][/center]
[b]Mentioned:[/b] [@VitaVitaAR] [@Lost Cause]
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[color=fff79a][i]I beseech of thee, being from another plane of existence: aid me, and prevent the collapse of this world, and many others…[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24][b][i]GEEEHHAAAAA![/i][/b][/color]

The man’s mouth was wide-open as he expelled a loud and heavy yawn, and flying into it went a hard-boiled egg, two triangular fishcake patties, a sponge of kojac, and brown soy broth.

[color=ed1c24]“Ahm, nyum, nom, nom,”[/color] the red swordsman emitted. His cheeks were round and inflated with what was his early-morning breakfast apparently. Someone had been just throwing it around. Swallowing it all down with a big gulp, a slither of broth escaped the corner of his mouth and he raised his fist to wipe it away.

Two auburn-colored eyes opened beneath a red plate-metal headband taking in his surroundings and the white woman that eerily stood before him like a ghost. Was this a dream? It couldn’t have been for that oden breakfast had tasted too real.

Sol was lying comfortably on his side with his head resting comfortably in his left hand, and his right leg propped up and bent at the knee. He had been asleep when he was suddenly transported from his crummy apartment to…a church. Shit; was this the price of constantly giving those Jehovah whosetheirfaces the boot? More like knights of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights—but same difference, they were all equally annoying. If he had had money to give away, then he wouldn’t have been a bounty hunter.

[color=fff79a][i]I profusely apologize for bringing you all here…But this is an urgent matter that necessitated immediate aid. I hope you can forgive me for my transgressions upon your life. My name is Lydia; I am known as the Administrator of the Astral Plane, a realm inaccessible without approval.[/i][/color]

Oh lord; this chick started what he immediately suspected was going to be a lengthy conversation. But any who, if she wanted his help:

[color=ed1c24]“One million world dollars in cash; I don’t take anything less,”[/color] Sol stated gruffly.

His hand dunked into his pants pocket as he removed two earbuds. Sliding them into his ears, he figured that someone with the title of Administrator had some cash and if she wanted his help, then she would have to pay him. He didn’t work for free, especially when it came to missions where his life might be on the line.

His finger tapped his mp3 player and “Bicycle” by Queen started flooding his ears as he closed his eyes to resume his nap.

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Lips parted with drool seeping down the side of his face, Sol’s hand started to lower and suddenly his head dipping forward startled him awake. Blinking his eyes frantically, the swordsman glanced around to see that the crowd of heroes and villains; punks and wannabes; weeaboos and…(digress) were all gone. Pinching one earbud between his index finger and thumb, he removed it as he started revolving his head, glancing over his shoulder and then around him. What he noticed when he brought his attention back to the center of the room were three portals. Had they gone through?

With a lazy sigh, Sol took his time getting off the floor to his feet. He bent over to pick up his Fuuenken and tilted his head to the side, closing his eyes, and groaning softly:

[color=ed1c24]“What a pain…”[/color]

He knew that if he wanted to find out where he was, then he would have to follow them. Hefting his sword onto his shoulder, he glanced at the three portals and started playing an eenie meenie miny mo game. After eliminating two portals, he was left with the right-most one. Dropping his finger, he started over to it.

[color=ed1c24]“This better not be boring.”[/color]

As soon as the swordsman passed through the gate, he free fell a short distance to land with a [i]thunk[/i] on the roof of a moving vehicle. His brown spiky hair and ponytail tossed in the wind as he stood there with eyes wide with obliviousness. Zombie-like moans along with the horrible crackle and splatter of them being crushed under the van surrounded him. A giant knight was running next to the vehicle and behind it was a pink machine girl riding saws. Out of all the places…out of all the possibilities he could have thought would have existed on the other side of that portal [i]THIS[/i] was not one of them. [i]This[/i] was random as hell.

Raising his hands and shoulders in a careless shrug, Sol laid out on the roof of the van, returning the earbud to his ear. He reached into his pocket to remove a crooked cigarette and sliding it between his lips, he brought his Fire Seal sword before his face and pressed it against the end of it. The stick started to sizzle as a gray tail of secondhand smoke rose from it to be whisked in the breeze. Resting the sword with its most lethal end turned down toward the van roof, he used it as a windshield so that he could smoke peacefully.

[b]Compound[/b]

When the van came to a final stop, Sol sat up and swung his legs around to the passenger side door. He grasped the remains of the cigarette between two of his fingers before he flicked it away. Chutes of smoke left his nostrils as he hopped down from the van and observed the fortress. The place looked like serious business, which meant someone was rolling in dough.