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As Courier 6 kept stride with king Bowser (who now that he thought about it, didn't look or behave much like a King at all. Where was the haircut? The accent? The singing? He had a white suit, but it was the wrong kind of white suit to be a King.) another newcomer approached, one that had yet another unique physiology about him. Some sort of furry dog-like person? No, that was the wrong animal to compare this guy with. Wait, he recalled something vaguely in some of the old pre-war books he'd seen. Pictures of some kind of animal called a cat? Yeah, this guy looked more like a cat person. Of course, cats had been extinct for over two hundred years on earth so he could only go off of memory of vague pictures, often burnt or scorched, but it seemed to feel right. The cat person had a sort of sass about him, and was worried about a friend. A robot friend? My my, there seemed to be a good share of robots going around today. The Courier wondered how one could be a "friend" with a robot (unless he meant a very special sort of friend, wink wink nudge nudge), but now wasn't the time to ponder such things. The-not-so-King Bowser had answered his inquiry of payment by melting down one of his own golden buttons into a coin and passing it along to the Courier, who caught it and had to toss it between his hands a few times before it cooled off, with the promise of plenty more. For the mailman used to being paid in bottlecaps, he practically beamed in anticipation.

"Yeah... I reckon this will due nicely, Your Majesty."

That's when they had come to a crossroads, as it were. Three paths of varying levels of danger. One clearly quite treacherous. One looked like a cakewalk. One more of a wilderness than a dangerous battle zone. Even still, someone else had their own camp setup nearby. The Courier thought it strange, but paid the hooded figure no mind. He was being paid to deliver a package safely to the castle of the Mushroom Kingdom. That package? The Koopa King, Bowser and Kirby. Courier 6 never failed a delivery.

"Looks like y'all have got things handled over there," the Courier called out to Bowser and company as the koopa king made his declarations to the goombas and koopas, burning up some grass for good measure. "I reckon we need to minimize danger and secure the area if we're to work out of that castle. Anybody who wants to head into the thick of certain doom, I'll kindly accept your company!"

With his intentions made clear, the Courier holstered his Ratslayer and drew out his hunting shotgun, but made sure to keep a hand near his magnum as well, just in case he spotted something dangerous out of range. Carefully he strolled into what appeared to be the most dangerous of the three-branched path: into the dark canyon. If he could walk the Lonesome Road of the Divide, he could walk this. Easy peasy.

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Still have to wait for Bowser before I can make my next post, but who's down for joining Courier 6 down the most dangerous, treacherous path available? :D

One Piece: New Horizons!

There could be no doubt about it. The Buccaneer Pirates were feeling the weight, the tension, of these games pressing down hard on them now. Few ever even made it to Howie Tzar's cooking challenge, much less made it passed. Now these two crews stood before them, assembled together, ready to take on the single final challenge the Buccaneers could offer. But once they remembered what the challenge was, who would be holding it, a wave of relief swept across the whole crew. Nobody could beat their captain.

"You're all that's left, captain Bill! Take'em down!"

"Blast them off the island, captain Bill!"

Everyone roared in cheer and applause, which only rose in volume and intensity as the portly man stood up. He ignored the cheers, watching as a couple men struggled to roll Tzar away in his rotund state, observing as the mobile cooking stations wheeled away, leaving only an open dirt path. He waddled down the stands onto the dirt, and began stretching out his limbs. Runch called out, taking his own seat back once again, "Aren't you going to have your men setup your challenge?"

Bill straightened himself out, then dug his heel into the dirt. He walked a wide circle, dragging his foot the whole way so as to make a perfectly circular ring. "No need!" he called back, digging a line straight down the middle. "I don'need no fancy setup 'r stage." He stood on one side of the line, within the circle, and widened his stance. His little stubby legs reached a surprisingly considerable distance, and he thrust each arm out in a practiced motion. Bill's eyes met and locked onto Feya's. "Good t'ave me first challenger. Sorry t'say ye won't be me last. Ever sumo wrestled b'fore? Don' matter, rules're simple. Push the opponent outta tha ring ta win. Any methods're allowed in my ring. Best two outta three. Ready?"

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

The man mumbled something about confidence, apparently a self-affirmation, before slipping in an attempt to shake Leonard's hand. The artist raised an eyebrow at the sight. This man had been rather pathetic, going off of just what he had seen so far. Blue spoke about getting him to have a full comedy show, and Leonard couldn't help but feel as though that would be an abysmal idea. Well, if confidence is what the man needed, that would be easily rectified. After all, the Speedwagon Foundation was footing the bill on all his commissions.

Flipping open his notebook to a blank page, Leonard quickly jotted down a new symbol, then tore the page out and handed it to Bugsy in such a way that nobody else should have seen the paper before its intended recipient. "Keep this charm on hand, Bugsy. The symbol is Tabono African, with deep roots in self-confidence as well as persistence. You'll find it to be something of a magic lucky charm, if you will." He then nodded to Blue, trusting in her judgment of the situation, at least for the time being. If his symbol made this Bugsy character too dangerous, Leonard could easily revoke it with his stand's power.

"My friend here informs me of your special attributes, Bugsy. Please be so kind as to indulge me, do you have... A special power? Perhaps some being you can summon?"

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6 sat back as a few more of the group introduced themselves, making sure to pay special attention to each of them. First to speak was the ghoul, calling himself “Death.” A bit melodramatic, but a lot of people called him death back home, too, so it wasn’t like he was in any position to judge. The closer he looked st the ghoul, the more he noticed is very un-ghoul like he was. No ghoul he knew had bluish skin. The closest was Brother Bright, and he was a glowing one. Damn, glowing ghouls were weird. How someone could be so irradiated that they were constantly glowing, yet still be alive, was beyond him. Yet that didn’t seem to be the case with Death here. Maybe if he could see behind that mask, it’d be more clear? In any case, Death saw fit to completely ignore him, so the Courier figured he’d return the gesture. Ass.

After Death came the wooden puppet, Geno or rather, some alien living in a puppet? Eh, only like, the fourth weirdest thing 6 had seen. While he had had his doubts, he figured he’d go with it for the time being. No big deal, right? Besides, Geno seemed to have a stronger grasp of the situation than most of the others. He even identified the castle in the distance as belonging to some princess. The Mushroom Kingdom? Sounded like a place to party. By the sound of it, this princess would be a supportive ally.

As Geno spoke, another of their group stirred. The man in black stood up from his previous place of rest, then drifted away without a word. Odd fellow. A loner, that one. 6 understood completely, and figured it was best to let the black clothed man do his own thing.

Next in introductions was the most bizarre of the group, in the Courier’s opinion. Someone wearing armor that reminded him of the advanced stealth suit he got from the Big Empty. The centurion has been picking a fight with him, but this man (if that were even an apt description, considering his fingers) apparently found the conflict laughable... Or so the Courier thought. This assassin’s manner of speaking was even more unintelligible than Tora’s! But it held a certain... poetry to it? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it made a weird sort of sense, despite making absolutely no fucking sense. Anyway, his name was apparently Zer0.

Next spoke the robot, calling itself Blazermate. It referred to Geno as a “medabot” but was that really true? The Courier didn’t think so, more like it was applying the logic of its limited programming to an unfamiliar situation. Still, it spoke with a lot of emotion, more than any robot he was familiar with...Except for the AI of all the appliances in the Sink back at the Big Empty. Boy, the less said about that place... The Courier shivered, then considered Blazermate’s offer of healing, only to conclude the only aches and pains he had were the usual. Besides, he doubted it could reactivate his cybernetic enhancements. As sophisticated as it looked, it clearly wasn’t a RobCo model.

Then.... “Sigh,” he said aloud, quite intentionally, for the centurion decided to open his stupid fucking mouth. He was, without a doubt, the least perceptive of the lot, yet to have noticed the drastic change in situation. 6 had heard stories of these “samurai” from before the Great War, and this assassin most definitely wasn’t one. Neither did he surrender to the centurion, so double failing marks. And all this talk of god? If god was real, the world never would have burned in nuclear fire. This soldier’s brain clearly was on the same level as a brahmin. Scratch that, half a brahmin. At least they had two heads to think with.

That’s when another of their number woke up, a particularly hot piece of ass. Damn. Redheads, man. Reminded him of Cass, back home. Something told him she wouldn’t be as fun as Cass was, thought the Courier as he swiller his bottle of whiskey. That aside, she introduced herself as Din, then mistook the green hooded woman for someone else. 6 narrowed his eyes. So they were at least familiar, while Bowser, Geno, and the pink puff knew one another. Interesting. The Courier didn’t recognize a damn one here.

Finally, the towering figure of Bowser commanded everyone’s attention for the second time. After a formal introduction (koopa king, eh?) he appointed himself their leader (as a king does, thought the Courier with a twitch of rebellion in his trigger finger), and provided direction: to the castle of Mushroom Kingdom, from where they’d stage a plan to attack the source of that damnable invasive light. Finally, some tangible answers were provided. Different worlds, fighters brainwashed, it was all a bit much to take in. At least it would’ve been for any normal person, but 6 hardly gave it a second thought. With the unfamiliar landscape, bizarre creatures, what else could make sense? Besides, he knew about aliens. Damn, if only he kept that alien’s blaster, just to prove it...

The koopa king began lumbering down the hill, pink ball in tow, so 6 stood up and dusted himself off. Welp, might as well hit the dusty road. Not like there was anything better to do, right? The Courier took a place near Bowser, drawing his Ratslayer rifle, just to be on the safe side. As he kept pace, a thought occurred, which inspired guilt. Why should he help? This world, mish-mashed as it was, had life! Beautiful lush environments! So much to explore! So many worlds to see! If they fixed it, he’d go back to the wasteland, to that Hellhole of nuclear fire and warring remnant-nations. No, no he had to join the efforts to end this. The rest of these worlds shouldn’t suffer, and other warriors had been stripped of their wills. No gods. No masters. The Courier has to join the fight. But it didn’t have to be free.

“Good speech,” he lied, glancing up to Bowser. “So if I’m working for you, what’s the pay?”

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Oh man. Bowser has left me a perfect opening to highlight another if the Courier’s vices.

“You all work for me now! We’re gonna kick that thing’s butt!”
“K. How much are you paying?”

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@Archmage MC He never said anything out loud, no, but I have said it here in the OOC, so I thought it was funny you commented on two mechanics who never expressed any interest in tinkering with her, but not the robot programmer who expressly has sex with anything that moves. :P

Edit: Or is that your way of giving Blazermate's consent? XP

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@Lugubrious@LemonZest1337 Just remember you two, you need to ask for consent before messing around with the robo lady :P.

@Archmage MC

And yet at least twice I've mentioned reprogramming her into a, ahem, "fully serviceable" bot, and you've not once acknowledged it. :P

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

The Jacks: Panic! At the Airport!

@yoshua171@BCTheEntity@Eklispe@Old Amsterdam@Crusader Lord

Raymond only had a short walk to reach where his equipment had been stashed. In the few minutes it would take him to slip out of sight and get ready, the situation evolved in a rather strange way. A number of people sitting or walking around, just happening to look out of the windows at the time, could spot a large explosion on the runway! An air traffic tower had been detonated, and was in the process of collapsing right in front of a plane in the middle of takeoff! Screams of concern and fear echoed throughout the various terminals as this sight was witnessed by Alloy and Whimsy as well. Yet although Thunderbolt had been looking in the same direction as Whimsy, he saw nothing to be concerned about. No exploding tower, no plane getting crushed in half by debris...

At this time Chatterbox began receiving a multitude of text messages, all of which appeared to be completely contradictory to one another. Some gave explicit mention of more bombs going off, while others reported that all was well. Some said security had been receiving false reports of damages, and that Blucifer was still up and standing as it had always been. If he were to look out the window, everything would appear to be normal... Save for several people running about in a panic.

Suddenly, as though someone flipped a switch, Allow and Whimsy no longer saw burning wreckage and death. The runway was normal. The tower was normal. People still ran about in a panic around them, but the damage was... Gone? As though it had never existed to begin with. That's when Headhunter clearly heard an explosion in his terminal, not too far away. If he were to look back out, he'd see where a bomb had detonated on the tram, blowing it right off the track, no doubt killing dozens and wounding several more. Yet half the citizens walking around simply ignored the sight?

That's when Chatterbox received another in a long line of conflicting text messages. My thinker power doesn't detect anything wrong.

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Changed one of my kindred spirits to Jak from the Jak&Daxter series.